Page 9 of Renovating with the Mountain Man
“Are you ready? If it hurts, tell me and I’ll stop. I’ll go slow, okay?” Lyric’s soothing voice filled my ear and while part of me tensed with anticipation, the other part was excited, ready to feelhis cock inside me for the first time, ready to truly give myself to him.
The tip of his dick pushed inside, slowly, inch by inch, and surprisingly it didn’t hurt, only felt like pressure. Lyric inched in more and a sharp pain shot through me, leaving behind a burning sensation. Tears popped into my eyes at the unexpected pain and Lyric kissed them away. “I’m sorry, baby. Want me to stop?”
I shook my head, and he eased in some more. When he was all the way in, I relaxed my muscles and loosened up around him, adjusting to the mix of pain and pleasure.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight.” Lyric moaned into my neck before kissing my collarbone and along my shoulders. He moved very slowly, in and out, his strokes gentle as he opened me up from the inside. “Are you okay?”
I nodded. The pain had passed, the burning sensation slowly fading away and being replaced by pleasure. I wrapped my legs around his waist, lifting my hips higher to give us a different angle and Lyric picked up speed. Sensations of pleasure built inside me once more.
But Lyric didn’t stop there. He changed our positions, moving from him on top to me on top, to on our sides, and doggie style. I lost count of the orgasms, mini ones he had a way of coaxing out of me.
“I’m going to come so hard. Come with me, baby.” Lyric slapped my ass playfully as he fucked me from behind. His thrusts picked up speed and moments later, he came inside me, a deep, guttural roar emerging from his chest. I chased another orgasm and found it, my body spent in the best way possible.
We collapsed together on the bed and wrapped our arms and legs around one another. “Wow.” I mumbled. “Now I kind of see what the hype is all about.”
Lyric chuckled. “It’s not always that good. Depends on your connection with the person. Ours is unmatched.” He wrapped his arms around me and held on tight.
“That makes sense. But can sex ever really bebad?”I asked with genuine curiosity. How could something that felt so good be bad?
“It can be, trust me. From dicks not working, to women dealing with dryness, to the stresses of everyday life, or simply being tired, it’s a lot to deal with. And most people don’t talk about it.” Lyric rubbed his hardening cock against my thigh once more and grinned. “But right now, we don’t seem to have any of those problems. So, let’s enjoy our good sex then, yeah?”
“Yes, please.” I laughed and dipped beneath the covers until my head was level with his cock. When I wrapped my lips around it, he groaned. I was dying to taste him and this time, I wanted to bring him all the pleasure.
My shyness morphed into boldness.
And damn, was it so good. So fucking good.
EPILOGUE
Phoenix
One month later
“Don’t forgetour dinner plans in a couple of hours.” Lyric called out to me from where he stood on the back porch. I sat back on my heels and wiped the sweat off my brow.
I only moved into his cabin last week and had already started working on the gardens in the backyard. I planned on starting my own veggies, fruits, and herbs, but first I need to do all the prep work and work on my flower gardens. I had big plans for the yard and Lyric was supportive of every single one.
“I know! I’ll be ready, don’t worry!” I answered before going back to the tedious work of pulling weeds. But the annoying task didn’t stop my curious thoughts from multiplying and pulling me down a rabbit hole.
Why did Lyric keep reminding me about our dinner tonight? Was it a special occasion or anniversary?
No, I always remembered when our important dates were. But for some reason, he kept reminding me about this dinner. Did he foresee into the future, a version of me forgetting all about our dinner tonight?
I laughed at my needless worrying, thankful that my relationship with Lyric put my mind at ease. At least most of the time.
After spending night after night tucked into his side, I bit the bullet and moved my stuff in, Lyric insisting this wasn’t just his place anymore, but ours. Amara and Chevelle had lots of laughs and love bite comments when I revealed what was going on with Lyric, though Amara knew way before I told her, through Thane of course.
I missed my parents, but they came to visit, and I called my mom every day, even if it was only a quick five-minute phone call, just to hear her voice and check in. On my days off when Lyric had to work, I took my parents out to lunch or took my mom shopping. I also spent time with Gran, as she loved to teach me her recipes. “That way, when I’m gone, I’ll know my grandson is being well fed.”
“Gran! Stop that!” Lyric scolded her, the topic of death not one he liked to entertain. Not that any of us did.
“That boy needs to come to terms with it already. I’ll be dead soon. So be it.” Gran waved her hand towards the living room and slung a kitchen towel over her shoulder.
“I think it bothers him to think of life without you here. Can you really blame him? You’re a peach, Gran.” I rubbed her shoulder and when she pulled me in for a hug, I held her close. She made me feel comfortable like Lyric did, both of them such kind, sweet, and caring humans.
Before I knew it, an hour had passed, and I needed to hurry if I was going to be ready on time. It didn’t take me long to cleanup, with a quick shower and dab of makeup, and I was ready to go.
“Hey, gorgeous.” Lyric said as he strode into the bedroom and took me into his arms. “You look stunning as always.”
