Page 8 of Renovating with the Mountain Man
“Good. I enjoy being the first person and only person to have asked you.”
“Of course I’ll be your girl, Lyric. It was clear from day one I was always going to be.” She climbed into my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck, her legs around my waist. The noticeable bulge in my pants couldn’t be missed, and she rubbed against it, a mischievous smile on her face.
A feral groan escaped my throat at the friction of her movements, and I gripped her waist, guiding her hips against me. “Feel how hard you make me?” I breathed, my eyes ablaze with heat.
Phoenix nodded before she leaned down and kissed me, softly at first, before exploding with passion, our kiss doubling in intensity.
I followed her lead, listened to her commands, and read her body language as our kiss deepened, and our hands began to explore.
“Anytime you want to stop, or cool off, or you just don’t feel right, tell me, okay? I won’t be mad. I could never be mad at you for simply listening to what feels right to you, or what you may be ready for.”
She took my face in her hands and kissed me over and over. “How did I get so lucky to find you?” She pulled out the elastic in her hair, the long tendrils falling around her shoulders, the first time I’d seen her with her hair down.
“You’re stunning, Phoenix. Fuck.” I said as I watched her reach for the hem of her t-shirt.
“You’re so patient.” She lifted her shirt up and off, tossing it to the floor, a pink lace bra with tiny flowers covering her ample, milky breasts. “So kind.” She reached around the back and undid the clasp. I watched as the lacy fabric gave way and her breasts tumbled out and into my waiting hands.
Phoenix didn’t flinch or shy away. No, she thrusted her tits into my hands and cried out for more as I licked and sucked her nipples, pulling at them gently with my fingers.
“So understanding.” She stood without warning, and I cried out at the loss of her beautiful breasts bouncing in my face. She undid the clasp of her jean shorts and my dick thickened. When she slid them down past her curvy ass and thick thighs, down over her soft, smooth shins, and kicked them to the side, she was left in nothing but a pink thong.
I ran a hand down my face and through my beard. “Shittttt.” I drew the word out. She was prettier than I ever could’ve imagined, more beautiful in person than a fantasy.
“I want to give myself to you, Lyric. I want you to be my first and last.”
“Are you sure?” I searched her eyes. I needed to know she was comfortable.
“Yes.” Phoenix shimmed out of her pink thong, and I nearly lost my damn mind. I stood from the couch and lifted her into my arms, like a groom carrying his bride over the threshold.
As I carried her upstairs, ready to devour her body all night in my bed, the realization hit me sideways.
I fucking loved this woman.
I was madly in love with Phoenix.
And I always would be.
CHAPTER SIX
Phoenix
Lyric laidme down gently on his bed, the fluffy comforter pillowing up around me like a puffy cloud. Not once did he break eye contact as he stripped off his clothes.
When he yanked down his boxers, his hard dick popped out and my nerves roared back to life. It was big, long, and thick. How would all of that fit inside me? My cheeks flushed, my thoughts immature and high schoolish. It would fit. He would go slow. I’d loosen up.
He climbed onto the bed and positioned himself between my legs, his head dropping to kiss me. We kissed and kissed before he moved further down, his cock brushing against the side of my leg and sending a pulsating sensation of desire through me. He dragged his hot kisses all over my jaw and neck, stopping when he reached my breasts to take his time. I arched my back, thrusting myself into him more, the need for release so foreign yet so insistent and relentless, it couldn’t possibly be ignored.
Lyric lifted his head when he’d had his fill and his molten eyes locked onto mine. “Have you ever touched yourself before? Made yourself cum?”
I shook my head and looked away, embarrassed by my inexperience. He gently tapped the side of my cheek. “You don’t have to be embarrassed. It’s okay if you haven’t. I want to watch you touch yourself, explore what you like, and watch you come undone. But first, my greedy ass needs to taste you and watch you fall apart underneath me.”
And then his head was between my legs, and his hot tongue was inside my pussy, eliciting a feeling I’d never ever experienced before. With two fingers, Lyric spread my pussy open and licked and sucked up and down my seam before settling on my clit. He didn’t stop and my cries turned into shouts as a wave of pleasure so big and so powerful built inside me. This must be it. What it felt like to orgasm. To release all the pains of life and fall into pure unadulterated bliss, if only for a few amazing seconds.
Lyric sucked hard once more on my clit and that’s all it took for the wave of pleasure to reach its peak and crash down over me hard and fast. My legs shook and my eyes rolled to the back of my head as I sunk into the bed, calling out his name. He didn’t stop until he’d coaxed another orgasm out and then another, something I never knew my body could experience.
My legs felt like wet noodles, a peaceful serene feeling coming over me as I slipped my eyes closed.
But then I felt his mouth on mine, the taste and smell of my pussy strong on his beard, and I liked it. I liked the taste of myself, my pleasure heightening from our passionate kiss.
