Page 20 of Mountain Man's Valentine
“Baby, just because I’m big doesn’t mean I’m not a romantic.”
He shifts inside me, making metremendouslyaware of just how big he is. His face tilts down, taking in my body, mywholebody, and not just my curves or the swell of my breasts or the shape of my hips - he looks at myeyes, and for the first time I feel like I am being seen.
Like all of me is being seen.
Not just part of me. Not just the part that can be used. Not just the part that someone else can project their wants and fears and desires onto.
All of me.
But...but my head spins as he thrusts into me, hard and smooth all at the same time. But...but I know hewantsme just like I want him. And I feel like I am being consumed by him, taken, claimed, marked and ruined for any other man who will ever want me.
Because I am his. I feel like I won’t want any other man again.
Like I’ve never wanted any other man before.
And even though I feel like he is seeing all of me, it doesn’t take away from what he is doing to my body.
The exquisite pleasure coursing through my veins, penetrating me to my core.
It’s freakingtranscendent.
“Why have I never met you before, Cole?” I whimper as he drags his cock along the insides of my walls, making my pussy heat and gush with want and need.
“It’s my fault. I was away for a long time. But that doesn’t matter now.”
He kisses my forehead, and his beard scratches my skin lightly, making me giggle. He kisses my neck, and my eyes fall closed. I feel his hand make its way down my body, caressing me, pressing his fingers into every single inch of my flesh, and as it snakes down between us, I feel his fingers meet my clit, engorged with pressure and about to spill over at any moment.
“That feelssogood, Cole,” I moan, bucking my hips against him. “Please,” I beg. “I need to cum.”
He pulls my body along the bed with his as he pushes himself up, moving toward the edge of the bed. He is standing before me, his perfect yet rough muscles freakingripplingunder his tattooed, sun-kissed skin, and his cock isdeepinside me. His fingers come down again between us, and his fingers find my exposed clit, and he presses two fingers on each side of it,pinchingthe flesh and rolling it between the pads of his fingertips.
And Iloseit when he pulls his cock out of me and teases my opening.
“Cum for me, Valoria. Milk my cock with your pussy,drainme.”
His words are a beastly growl.
“Oh, mygod, Cole,”
My words are a desperate groan as I begin to feel my body ignite with a spark of electricity deep inside my belly, and then overflow with the radiant heat between me and him.
“Cum baby, cum for me.Cum. You areright there.”
And I don’t want to. I want to stayhereforever - on the razor-thin line between sex and the afterglow I’ve heard so much about, which I’ve only experienced as a faint outline, a shadow of something real, when I’ve masterbated furiously thinking about theeventualexperience I’d have of finally having sex. But my fantasies never approached something like this.
Nothing will ever live up to this.
“I don’t want to cum,” I cry out. “I don’t want this to end.”
“Sweetheart,” he groans sweetly, protectively in my ear as he bends down to pick me up in his arms, my legs wrapped tight around him and his cock still buried deep in my tight, stretched pussy, “this isnevergoing to end.Ever.”
He spins me around, pressing my back against the wall, still holding me up so expertly and like I am a mere penny he picked up from the ground, flipped, and tossed into his pocket. Light and like it could be forgotten. Discarded - and he didn’t have to do this. He did not have to pick me up back there.
He didn’t have to save me.
His mouth curls over mine, our tongues frantically entwined as I feel myself whimper and shutter against his body. With one hand he has my ass scooped up, his fingers pressing against my flesh, his fingertips grinding into me, and the other is snaking down between us again, grinding against my clit as he pummels into me over and over.
“I’m...I’m going to…”
