Page 15 of Mountain Man's Valentine
I whimper softly as he dips one finger around the edge of my panties, finding my wet skin just behind the fabric. He presses his finger against me lightly, barely touching me, finding the wet nub where my desire is wound upsotight, and he dances against it lightly, caressing the valleys of my want.
“You aresowetfor me,” he growls, looking down at my body. With his other hand he reaches up to my shoulder and slips one of the straps of my bra down my skin, until my white lace bra falls off my body, revealing my large breasts to him.
“Fuck, you are soperfect.”
His mouth trails down my neck to the top of my breasts, where he licks a broad stroke between them, then kisses me gently on my breast bone, all while he keeps one single finger tracing around my clit, slowly torturing me, driving meinsane.
This is insane.
Cole’s lips move down slowly to one of my nipples, and he sucks my untouched pink bud between his soft pink lips, swirling his tongue against it once I am warm inside him. The motion of his tongue matches the movement of his finger, and I could lose mymindif he weren’t going so achingly slow.
“What are youdoingto me?” I moan, pulling my hands from behind the small of my back and wrapping them around his waist.
“Oh baby,” he says teasingly, “I told you to keep still. I should punish you. Do youwantto be punished?”
“I...I don’t know,” I breathe, desperate for him to touch me harder, faster, totakeme...tofuckme.
“Do you like what I’m doing to you?” he growls tenderly. “Do you like how I’m making you come completely undone for me?”
“Oh god,yes.”
Cole swipes his fingers against me, changing his movement from a sweet, sinful motion circling my soaked clit, to a hard grind,pushingagainst me, sending my body into a pool of heat so unbearable that I could cum at any moment.
“Forme, right sweetheart?”
His slips his finger down until he finds my tight virgin hole. I’veneverbeen penetrated. I’ve never slid a finger inside while masterbating. I’veneverfelt anything inside me. Not even a tiny bit.
But I’m about to.
I feel my head fall back against the wall, dizzy, drunk on him, and I feel so deliciously naughty. I want to keep this feeling alive inside my blood forever.
But Ican’t. And I don’treallywant to.
No. Idon’twant to stay right here forever. As much as I love what he’s doing to me, I want something else. I want more.
“Please, Cole,” I say, my breath coming faster, my chest heaving. “Iwant you.”
“Youhaveme, baby. You have me.”
His finger slips up slightly, now pressingachinglyagainst my hole, and I can feel my juices dripping down onto his fingers and he presses his palm against my clit, grinding against me slowly.
“No,” I say, desperate for him. I feel my eyes flutter open as I look down, and he kisses my neck again, then lowers his body, kissing my belly, then pulls my jeans down my ass until I am standing in front of him in just my white lace panties.
He looks up at me with hard reverence, his eyesflashingwith want.
“Nowhat, Val?”
“I...I wantyou. Youknowwhat I mean.”
He stands up before me, towering over me, his body hard and domineering. He takes one finger and slips it under my chin, and my heart flutters against his touch.
“Showme, sweetness.”
I feel my lips part, and then I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, swallowing thickly.
I can’t do this. I can’tshowhim what I want.
But Iwantto. I want to so badly.
