Page 20 of Rugged Mountain Man
In the silvery glow of moonlight, Cormac kissed me, softly, deeply. I melted into his embrace as all that tension I’d been carrying for years finally dissipated. He slipped his hand under my shirt, the weight of his palm warm and heavy against my spine. Curving over my hip and up to my torso.
When he cupped my breast, I arched into him, tipping my head back. A torturous throb bloomed between my thighs. My panties grew slick, and my pajamas felt suffocating, restrictive. I needed to be closer, I needed Cormac’s skin against mine, I needed him inside me.
Unbuttoning his shirt, I pushed it off his shoulders, mapping his warm skin. Cormac leaned back against his pillows, gripping my hips to hold me in place. I braced my hands on his chest,fighting the flood of self-consciousness that washed over me as I sat atop him like this.
You’re too fat to ride cowgirl,Brock told me, more than once.
“Fucking gorgeous,” Cormac said, his voice hoarse.
He trailed his hands up my body, down over my hips and back up to my breasts, caressing them, pinching the nipples into stiff little peaks. Pleasure zinged along my spine, pooling between my thighs.
A blush burned in my cheeks. Afterdating a man who saw only my flaws—my nose was too big, the cellulite on my legs, the pudge of my stomach, the stretch marks on my hips and arms—it felt like I had wings on my feet to be with a man who called me gorgeous, who touched me like I was precious.
I peeled the sheets back and shifted my position to strip Cormac’s sweatpants down, releasing his cock. I kissed his hip, breathing in the musky, masculine scent of his skin. Curving my fingers around his length, I kissed the crown of his cock. It twitched in my grip, throbbing bigger.
“Mika, you don’t have to do that,” Cormac said through clenched teeth.
His muscles tensed with self-control. He was fighting the urge to thrust up into my hand, into my mouth. But he didn’t have to hold back for my sake. I wanted it all—to lavish every inch of him with attention, to kiss him and taste him, to watch him fall apart because of me.
I lowered my head and closed my lips around his cock, dragging my tongue along his length.
Cormac’s eyes fluttered closed and he sank into the mattress with a groan.
I never really liked sex with Brock. It was bland, boring, and he hated cuddling, which was the part I looked forward to the most.
This time, I couldn’t get enough. I felt ravenous with Cormac, swirling and flicking my tongue over the head of his cock. My mouth watered at the salty taste of his pre-cum. I shoved his sweatpants down around his ankles, nestling my body between his muscular thighs.
I could stay here all day, watching the pleasure morph across his face. Mesmerized by the clench and flex of every muscle and tendon in his body.
“Mika.” Cormac lifted his head and cupped my cheek, dragging his thumb along my lower lip. “It’s…been a long time since I’ve done this. I’m not going to last if you keep going.”
I grinned and swiped a teasing lick up his cock.
“Fuck,” Cormac grunted. “Get up here, KitKat.”
I laughed softly, trailing kisses along his torso, over his chest. Locking an arm around me, Cormac twisted to the side, tucking me tightly into his embrace. He nuzzled into my neck as he hooked his thumb into my pajama bottoms and worked them off. My panties followed a moment later.
He broke away just long enough to rummage around in his nightstand. I heard the tear of a condom packet and the snap of rubber as he put it on.
Then Cormac was enveloping me again, his naked chest against my back. He smoothed his hand over my hip, coaxing my thighs apart.
I gripped his forearm, braced across my middle. He guided his cock to my entrance, dragging the thick, blunt head through my lips before easing in.
I sucked in a breath of surprise at his size. God, he was big—so much bigger than what I was used to.
“Tell me if it’s too much, sweetheart,” Cormac said, his mouth brushing my ear as he spoke.
I pushed back against him, grinding down on two more inches.
“Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop. Keep going.”
Cormac flattened his palm to my lower belly and thrust forward. I whimpered at how good that stretch felt.
His hot breath puffed against my shoulder as he slowly sank deeper, inch by inch. When my ass was finally pressed flush against his thighs, my walls fluttered and clenched around his length, adjusting to his size. Everything burned with a glorious ache. I didn’t think it was possible to feel this full.
“That’s my girl,” Cormac murmured, kissing my shoulder, my neck. Pinching my earlobe between his teeth. “Your pussy fits me like a glove. Can you feel it?”
I nodded with a needy whine, reaching back to interlace our fingers together. Every slow, deep thrust brought a rush of euphoric bliss, slick and hot and so heavenly. I’d never been this wet in my life.
