Page 9 of Mountain Man's Corn Maze Cutie
Understanding dawned in his eyes. “You’re a virgin.”
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MARC
She was a virgin. A freaking virgin. How was that even possible? The woman was gorgeous. More beautiful than anything I’d ever seen. She had to have been fighting off advances for years.
I dropped my arms to my sides and took a step back. Whatever was going to happen here, it was now officially called off. A woman like Cecelia needed a warm, soft bed surrounded by candles and romantic music and all the things that women dreamed about.
“I scared you off,” she said.
Her crestfallen expression went straight to my heart. Oh crap, the last thing I wanted to do was disappoint her.
She saw this as rejection, and it was far from that. I rubbed the back of my neck, looking around. How did I explain this?
“A woman’s first time is a big thing.” I gestured to indicate our surroundings. “We’re in the middle of a corn maze. This is hardly the right?—”
“This is where I want to lose my virginity. Tonight. With you.”
Those words snapped my gaze back to her face. She was serious. Dead serious. And my erection was almost out of control.
If kissing her hadn’t been enough, this conversation might do me in. But then she reached for the hem of her shirt, tugging it upward and threatening to make me come in my pants. I just stood, completely dumbfounded as it whipped over her head, then fell to the ground next to her.
She wore a plain black bra, and it was the sexiest sight I’d ever seen. Her breasts threatened to spill out of the cups, they were so big. But before I could even wonder what lay beneath, she reached behind her and unclasped her bra, shimmying it down her arms, like she undressed for men every day.
But as she stared at me, I saw an innocence in her expression that told me she’d never done any of this before—not even shown her naked body to a man. And that just reminded me that I was the luckiest bastard on earth.
Her nipples were already hard, pebbled in the cool night air, and I had to fist my hands at my sides to keep from reaching for her. She hesitated only a second before unbuttoning her jeans, sliding them down her hips and stepping out of them with a grace that made my mouth water. Then she stood before me, completely bare, bathed in moonlight.
“Your turn,” she whispered.
I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. My fingers fumbled with my belt, my jeans, my boxers. Everything came off in a rush, my cock springing free, already leaking for her.
She didn’t look away. Instead, her gaze traveled down my body, lingering where I ached for her.
“Have you ever touched yourself?” I asked, my voice rough.
Her cheeks flushed, but she shook her head. “No.”
I stepped closer, my body humming with need. “Do you want to?”
Her breath hitched. “Only if you do.”
A challenge. A dare.
I wrapped my hand around my cock, stroking slowly, watching her eyes darken with fascination. She didn’t take her gaze off me as her fingers moved tentatively between her thighs, her lips parting as she explored.
“Like this?” she asked, her voice trembling.
“Let me show you.” I moved around to stand behind her, my chest pressed to her back, my hand covering hers. “Slow circles, just like that…”
Her breath came faster as I guided her, her body arching into the touch. A soft whimper escaped her lips, and I kissed her shoulder, her neck, whispering encouragement as she found her rhythm.
“That’s it, baby. Just like that.”
Her thighs trembled, her back pressing harder against me. “I—I think?—”
“Let go,” I said. “I’ve got you.”
