Page 15 of Enticed by the Mountain Man
“Trying not to rush.”
“I don’t want you to be careful.”
I lift my head, meeting her eyes. “I will be. Because you matter.”
That’s what breaks her composure. She pulls me down into another kiss, desperate this time. Her fingers dig into my shoulders; her body presses close. She doesn’t want gentle, she wants real.
The world narrows to the rhythm of our breathing, the sound of fabric shifting, the quiet gasps that slip from her lips as I touch her. I learn her reactions by sound alone. The way her breath catches when I graze her side, the soft sigh when my mouth finds her throat again.
“Graham,” she whispers, her voice barely there.
The next few moments are a blur of warmth, need, and something that feels a lot like reverence. I kiss my way down her body. She spreads her thighs, welcoming me to taste her wet lips. I run my tongue through her folds, and she gasps. When I flick my tongue across her tight bud, she grabs my head and pulls me closer to her body. I don’t mind at all, I’m right where I want to be.
I take my time learning what she likes. She’s especially vocal when I pull her clit between my lips and suck.
Slowly, I push the first finger and then another into her tight channel.
“Fuck, Maeve, you’re strangling my fingers. I can’t imagine what it’s going to feel like when I’m inside you.”
“Maybe you should find out?”
“Not until you’ve come.”
I double my effort, swirling my tongue around the tight bundle of nerves and moving my fingers inside faster and faster. When I feel her begin to tighten around them, I suck her clit between my lips again and bend my fingers to hit the spot I know will set her off.”
“Graham…” she screams as she comes.
I slow everything down until I know she’s recovered a bit from the intensity of the orgasm. If I wasn’t so desperate to be insideof her, I’d make her come again with my mouth just to hear her scream my name. But, I can’t wait any longer. I need to be inside her.
Slowly I move up her body. When I line my cock up with her opening I look into her eyes.
“Are you ready?” I ask, knowing her answer.
“Yes, please take me.”
I push inside her and inch at a time. She didn’t tell me she was a virgin, but I’m starting to believe that she is. Her pussy is so tight and I can feel her tense as I slide into her body.
“Baby, breathe,” I tell her. “If you want me to stop, I can.”
“Don’t you dare,” she says as she takes control. With her hands on my ass, she pulls me into her, and I slide all the way in.
“Fuck,” I exclaim.
“Yes…” she whispers.
I take it slow, gentle enough to make her breath hitch, deep enough to make me forget everything else.
She clings to me, fingers curling into my back, her face buried in my neck. I whisper to her, soft and steady, until she starts to move with me, until every breath becomes shared.
It’s not just desire. It’s belonging.
Her eyes open halfway through, and the look she gives me nearly undoes me—pure trust, pure connection. I kiss her then, because I can’t speak, because anything I’d say would fall short.
We come within seconds of each other. I stay still, both of us breathing hard, our skin damp, our hearts racing. When I slide out of her body, she doesn’t move away. She curls against my chest, one leg hooked over mine, her hand resting against my heart.
We lie there for a long time in silence. The only sound is her breathing, slow and even now, her warmth pressed to me.
I brush a strand of hair off her face. “You okay?”
