Page 24 of The Mountain Man's Mail Order Surprise
Fuck. Her confirmation goes straight to my cock, but more than that, it tells me she trusts me enough to surrender control. To let me take care of her the way she deserves.
I take my time with her sweater, pulling it slowly over her head and tossing it aside. Underneath, she's wearing a simple black bra that does amazing things for her full breasts. I circle her slowly, letting her feel my gaze on every inch of her skin.
"You're staring," she says, but there's no self consciousness in her voice. If anything, she sounds pleased.
"That's right. I'm memorizing you." I run one finger down her spine, watching her shiver. "Every curve, every freckle. You're mine now, and I want to know every inch of what belongs to me."
"Even like this?" She gestures to her rounded belly.
"Especially like this." I move to stand in front of her again, my hands settling on her waist. "You're growing a life, Gia. There's nothing more beautiful than that. And soon, you'll be growing rounder with my protection, my care, my love."
Tears shine in her eyes. "Zack used to say I looked like a whale. That I was disgusting."
"Look at me." My voice sharpens with command, and her eyes snap to mine immediately. "Zack is a fucking idiot who wouldn't know beauty if it bit him on the ass. You are radiant. Perfect. And I'm going to spend the rest of the afternoon proving it to you."
I reach behind her to unhook her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts are fuller now, beautiful and sensitive, and I can see her nipples tighten under my gaze.
"Arms up," I tell her, and she obeys without question. "Now stay exactly like that while I strip for you."
She watches with hungry eyes as I strip off my shirt and jeans, her gaze traveling over my chest and shoulders with obvious appreciation. When I'm completely naked, I see her eyes widen at the sight of my cock, already hard and ready for her.
"Your turn," I say, hooking my fingers in her yoga pants. "Lift your feet."
She braces herself on my shoulders as I work the fabric down her legs, leaving her in just simple cotton panties. The sight of her, nearly naked and trusting me completely, makes something possessive and protective roar to life in my chest.
"On the bed," I command. "On your back, head on the pillows."
She moves to obey, and I follow her, settling beside her on the mattress. "Close your eyes."
"Rosco..."
"Close them. Trust me."
She does, her lashes fluttering against her cheeks. I reach for my discarded t-shirt, then gently place it over her eyes, creating a makeshift blindfold.
"What are you doing?" she asks, but there's excitement in her voice, not fear.
"Taking away one sense so the others are stronger." I press a kiss to her temple. "You're going to feel everything more intensely this way. Every touch, every sensation. Is that okay?"
"Yes," she breathes.
"Good girl." I trail my fingers down her arm, watching her shiver. "Now you can't see what I'm going to do next. You just have to feel it and trust me to take care of you."
I start at her shoulders, using my hands to map every inch of her skin. Without her sight, every touch is magnified, and I cansee her responding more intensely to each caress. Her breathing deepens, her body arching toward my touch.
"You're so responsive," I murmur, my hands skimming over her collarbone. "So perfect for me."
I take my time with her breasts, noting how much more sensitive they are now. When I take one nipple into my mouth, she cries out, her back arching off the bed.
"Too much?" I ask.
"Not enough." Her hands reach for me, but I catch her wrists.
"No touching yet," I tell her, gently pressing her hands back to the mattress. "This is about you feeling good. Let me take care of you."
She whimpers but keeps her hands where I put them, surrendering control completely. The trust in that simple action makes my chest tight with emotion.
I continue my exploration, kissing and tasting my way down her body. When I reach her belly, I remove the makeshift blindfold so she can see me.
