Page 21 of Pretending with the Mountain Man
"Please, Malik. Please let me come."
"Since you asked so nicely."
His mouth covers me again, and this time he doesn't hold back. The third orgasm is different from the first two, pulled from somewhere deeper as my restrained body arches helplessly against his mouth.
When I come down, he releases my wrists and gathers me close. I'm trembling, overwhelmed by sensation and emotion.
"You did so well," he murmurs, pressing kisses to my forehead. "So brave. So beautiful."
"That was intense," I manage.
"Too much?"
"No." I look up at him. "Perfect. But now I want to learn how to please you."
Heat flares in his eyes. "You want to try the shoelaces?"
"Yes. Teach me."
He retrieves a fresh condom and the shoelaces, positioning himself to sit against the headboard. "Come here."
I kneel between his legs, suddenly nervous. "What if I do it wrong?"
"There's no wrong," he assures me. "I'll guide you through every step. First, take the lace and loop it around the base..."
He walks me through it patiently, his hands guiding mine as I create the specific pattern he wants. The intimacy of the act, the trust required for him to let me do this, feels even more significant than the sex.
"Like this?" I ask, double-checking the tightness.
"Perfect." His voice is strained. "Now take me in your mouth. Slowly."
I lean forward, maintaining eye contact as I take him between my lips. His sharp intake of breath is deeply satisfying. I don't really know what I'm doing, but his hand cups the back of my head, guiding without forcing, showing me exactly what he likes.
"That's it, baby. Just like that. You're a natural."
The praise spurs me on. I lose myself in pleasing him, in learning his responses, in feeling powerful despite my inexperience. When he finally pulls me away, he's breathing hard.
"Too close," he says roughly. "And I want to be inside you when I come."
He removes the shoelaces carefully, then positions me on my hands and knees. "This position might be more comfortable for you the second time. Less pressure on tender places."
He enters me from behind, and he's right. This angle feels different, deeper, but not painful. His hands grip my hips as he sets a steady rhythm.
"Still okay?" he checks.
"Yes. God, yes."
He reaches around to circle my clit, and the combination of sensations pushes me toward yet another peak. How is this possible? How can my body respond so intensely after already coming three times?
"One more, baby," he coaxes. "Give me one more."
I shatter around him with a cry, and he follows immediately after, groaning my name as he pulses inside me.
Afterward, he carries me to the bathroom, starting a warm shower and holding me steady as we clean each other. The tenderness of aftercare feels as intimate as the sex itself.
Back in bed, wrapped in his arms with the covers pulled over us, I finally let myself process what just happened.
"Thank you," I whisper. "For making my first time everything I didn't know I needed."
