Page 8 of Mystery Mountain Man

"A reindeer," I grind out tightly. Her touch has me so wound up, I'm afraid I'm going to leak pre-cum on her thigh. "My family owns a petting farm on the other side of the mountain."

"Oh my god! You're a real-life Kristoff! Like fromFrozen." Her eyes dance, and I grin.

"Something like that," I murmur, bringing my cheek to her temple and pulling her closer.

"Your legs are freezing," Mimi murmurs. Her breath is steadier now, and her stutter from the cold is almost gone. She splays her soft hand against my thigh and rubs up and down slowly. I almost come. I groan softly, racking my brain for a distraction.

"Have you had your epiphany yet?" I blurt out, regretting it immediately. Bringing up her recently deceased mom, even tangentially is not my smartest moment. In my defense, all the blood flow usually reserved for my brain is currently being diverted south.

Luckily, instead of offending her, she chuckles softly. "I'm not sure. Maybe Mama wanted me to realize camping is not for me. If that's the case, then yes. I've had my epiphany."

I grunt, "Good. Please don't go camping alone ever again."

Mimi pulls back, patting my chest. "But then I wouldn't have met you, Mystery Man." She grins. Usually something that sweet and thoughtful makes me squirm, but when Mimi says it, I have to hold myself back from kissing her silly.

"Where's your dad? Is he in the picture?" I ask, desperate to know everything I can about her.

She lifts her shoulders delicately in a shrug as she shakes her head. "Stuck around long enough to insist I be named after his great-grandmother, Miriam. Mama never heard from him again."

I clench my jaw. Some people have no right to procreate. The idea of Mimi growing up without a father when that sperm donor had another choice is infuriating.

Mimi smiles and snuggles against my chest, when I tense up around her. "It's okay. Mama only ever called me Mimi, and I've decided to take my future husband's last name some day. I'll change my first name permanently too."

She sounds pleased with the idea. And yet the thought that Mimi might take another man's name makes me physically nauseous.

"You said you were testing camping equipment. Is that for the reindeer farm?" Mimi asks.

I snort. "No. The reindeer are expert campers." Mimi laughs too, and the sound shoots through my body like a little electric current. Is there anything about this woman that isn't sexy? I clear my throat. "I live in the city. I work for Billings Corp. in research and design."

"I live in the city too. I'm a costume designer. Do you visit your family a lot, Clint? They must miss you."

Sadness falls around me like a heavy blanket. "I haven't been home in a few years." Mimi lifts her head in surprise, and I shrug. "I love my family. I'm close to my brother and sister, my mom and dad. We text a lot. But my siblings have kids and homes. I like my job. Living in the city, I thought I'd find..." I trail off before finishing my thought. I shake my head. "Sometimes it's easier to stay away."

Mimi nods thoughtfully, watching me for a few long moments. "You should make time to go home anyway, Clint. Life canchange in a split second, and you'll never regret making time for family."

"I'm sorry about your mom, Mimi." I hug her close, and she shivers. "Are you warming up?"

"Yes," she squeaks, and I'm worried she's suddenly realized what's poking her in the thigh.

"Uh, I can give you more space, if you're warm enough." I don't want to scare her, but I also can't control my body's reaction around her. It's like my cock is trying to claim her.

"No!" Mimi says quickly. "I'm not warm enough." She pulls back, watching me as she continues to rub her hand up and down my thigh.

Involuntarily, I close my eyes as she nears my upper thigh, and my cock jumps against her again. I open them, embarrassed and ready to move, despite her protests, but Mimi refuses to break eye contact with me. Her tongue darts out, licking her soft lips, and then, instead of going back down my thigh, her hand continues slowly moving across my lower stomach.

I breathe heavier, watching Mimi. She doesn't break eye contact, lightly scratching her long nails into the hair at the base of my cock. When her hand finds my hardened length, she lets out a breath and grips me tightly.

"Oh fuck," I moan, letting my forehead fall to hers as she runs her hand up and down my cock.

"Like velvet over steel," Mimi murmurs and then blushes when I open my eyes and grin at her. "I read that in a book. But it's true." She pumps me once, twice, tentatively, and then whispers, "Tell me what to do."

I pull back and stare at Mimi. "Are you a virgin, Mimi?" She blushes, nodding as she watches for my reaction. I cup her face with my large hand, and she nuzzles into it. "We don't have to do anything, Mimi." Her face falls, and she pulls her hand away from me. "No, no! I want to. You can feel how much I want to."Mimi grins wickedly, and I grunt when her hand grips my cock again. "But we can do a lot without doing it all. I don't want to rush you or push you."

Then she kisses me. Her soft, pillowy lips press against mine. Her tongue licks at the seam of my lips, and I open for her, tasting her for the first time. I know I will never crave anyone as much I do her. Despite what I just said to her about going slow, I desperately need to fuck her. Now.

I kiss her hard, invading her mouth with my tongue as I try to demonstrate what I want to do to her wet pussy. I kiss up and down her neck and then back to her mouth. I want to possess her. Claim her. Make her mine.

Pulling away, she stares at me, panting hard. Her lips are swollen, her hair mussed, and my heart swells. She murmurs, "Mission cherry pie," and before I can ask what she means, she's kissing me again. Our tongues clash, a desperate claiming happening on both sides.

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