Page 18 of Mountain Man's Valentine
I kiss her, carrying her to the bedroom, where I will take her for the first time. Where I will claim her, take her, make her mine. Make her feel good and whole and pure and dirty. And where she’ll want me and crave me, but never want and never need.
She’ll beg and moan, and I’ll give her everything.
Everything.
And I will leave no part of her untouched, unsatisfied. Inside and out.
Because my heart is alive now.
For two years I shut myself out. I closed up my heart. I shut it down.
She has opened it up.
I’ve wanted her for a year. It’s been a year too long. I thought she was too good for me, too perfect and pure.
And sheis. But it doesn’t matter anymore. Because now that I’ve saved her and taken her, neither of us can let go.
I can feel it. She can feel it.
I carry her into my bedroom easily, my muscles moving and the memory of the floorboards beneath my feet guiding me. I don’t need to look where I’m going. I only need to see her to know where I’m going.
When we get to the bedroom, I lay her down softly on top of the bed, the plush white linens and blankets giving way to her perfect skin, her curves, her form, like shebelongshere.
And I climb on top of her, and she sits up to meet my lips as I put my hand behind her head, the soft waves of her hair parting between my fingers. I tug a little and she moans into my mouth, the sweet sounds filling the room, my ears, my heart.
“Valoria, my love. Do you see what you do to me?”
I reach down and stroke my cock, the fullness in my hand surprising me.
“Yes,” she breathes. “Yes.”
“Open up for me.”
She falls back against her elbows and spreads her legs just for me, showing me all of her.
She is so fresh, and pink, untouched and pure. And I am about to make her mydirty, my one and only.
I push the head of my cock against her clit, riding the soaking wet nectar between her legs, her sticky sweetness coating my full length.
“Oh god,” she moans, her eyelids fluttering shut against her precious skin, her eyebrows knitting in the center. Her mouth pops open in a lewd expression of desire. I have made herdizzyfor me.
And my body is onfirefor hers.
“Please do it,” she moans, begging me to fill up her tight little cunt with my cock. She wants her pink pussy lips to spread around me as I stretch her tight, making her pussy open farther than she thinks it can. “Please.”
“Show me,” I growl my command.
