Page 12 of Mountain Man's Curvy Girl

“Ethan,” she breathes, her fingers tangling in my hair as I take my time, kissing, licking, and teasing her until she’s trembling under me.

Her thighs press together, her hips shifting as she tries to ease the ache I know she’s feeling, and it’s everything I can do not to rip my jeans off and bury myself inside her right then. But I won’t rush this. She deserves more.

I trail kisses down her stomach, my hands parting her thighs as I settle between them. Her scent is intoxicating, sweet and warm, and when I press my lips to the soft skin of her inner thigh, she moans, her hips jerking.

“You’re so sensitive,” I murmur, my breath brushing against her slick heat. “So responsive. Do you know how much that turns me on, sweetheart?”

She shakes her head, her chest heaving as she looks down at me, her wide eyes filled with need.

“I’m going to taste you,” I say, my voice low and rough. “And you’re going to let me. You’re going to let me show you how good it can feel.”

She nods, her breath hitching as I lower my head, my tongue sweeping through her folds in a slow, deliberate stroke. She criesout, her hands clutching the sheets as I take my time, tasting her, teasing her, letting her body guide me.

“Ethan,” she gasps, her hips rocking against my mouth. “I… oh my God…”

I hum against her, the vibration making her thighs tremble as I focus on her clit, circling it with my tongue before sucking it gently. She’s soaking, her juices coating my lips, and I can’t get enough. She’s sweet, soft, perfect, and I want to drown in her.

Her body tightens, her moans growing louder, and I know she’s close. I slide two fingers inside her, curling them just right, and when she cries out, her pussy clenching around me, I feel like I could explode just from watching her come.

“Good girl,” I murmur, kissing my way back up her body as she trembles under me. “You’re so perfect, Chloe. So fucking perfect.”

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Chloe

I can barely breathe. My body feels like it’s on fire, like every nerve is still sparking, and all I can do is look up at him as he moves over me, his blue-gray eyes dark and intense.

“Are you okay?” he asks softly, his hand brushing a strand of hair from my face.

I nod, my voice shaky. “Yes. That was… I didn’t know it could feel like that.”

He smiles, leaning down to kiss me, slow and sweet. “It gets better, sweetheart. So much better.”

He shifts, standing to remove his jeans and boxers, and when he’s completely bare, my breath catches. He’s… massive. Hard and thick, his cock standing proudly against his stomach, and for a moment, I’m not sure how this is going to work.

He sees the hesitation in my eyes and kneels back on the bed, cupping my face in his hands. “We’ll go slow,” he says, his voice soft but firm. “I’ll take care of you, Chloe. I promise.”

I nod, trusting him completely, and when he moves over me, his body pressing against mine, I feel the heat of him, the weight, the overwhelming presence of him.

“Are you ready?” he asks, his lips brushing against mine.

“Yes,” I whisper, my voice steady. “I’m ready.”

Chapter 13

Ethan

Her words—I’m ready—are my undoing.

I brace myself above her, one hand cupping her cheek, the other gripping her hip, and I can feel her trembling under me. Not from fear—no, there’s no fear in her wide, trusting eyes—but from the anticipation that’s making my own body shake.

“I’ll go slow,” I murmur, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “You tell me if it’s too much, sweetheart. You tell me if you want me to stop.”

“I won’t,” she whispers, her hands sliding up to grip my shoulders. “I don’t want you to stop.”

I groan, low and rough, the sound rumbling deep in my chest as I position myself against her slick heat. Her body welcomes me, her pussy soft and wet, but I take my time, guiding the head of my cock against her folds, circling her clit to hear those little gasps she can’t hold back.

“Ethan,” she moans, her voice trembling. “Please.”

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