Page 12 of Aim High Mountain Man
I wasn't going to say I had a lot of women, I didn't. But I knew enough to have caught on to their pleasure and how important it was. I also knew and understood just how sensitive they could all be when they came over and over, it was always better.
“Never…before.”
“And that's a shame. Like this,” I told her, spreading her a little wider, speeding up my thrusts slightly, “I can feel everything, and I can go deeper. And you only get wetter. I have to admit; I rather enjoy the thought of you soaking my sheets.”
“I should…be embarrassed.”
“Fuck no. It's the hottest thing. And if anyone ever said anything different, they are a dumbass. Now,” I pushed into her even harder, grinning as I watched her tits bounce with my force, “I need you to coat my dick again.”
“Chance…it's…too…much.”
“No baby, it's not enough.”
I circled her clit with my finger, gathering up her juices, then sucked that finger, only to rim her asshole, causing her to jump.
“No one…has…been there.”
“And it won't be tonight, baby, but we will. I just need to feel you again.”
I grunted as I bottomed out, thrusting faster than before and as I slipped my finger into her tight hole, she cried out yet again, her body shaking by the force of her release.
I caught my breath, fighting hard to maintain being upright and not come.
I didn't have much more fight in me. I needed one more time for her to be truly satisfied and for me to finish.
She looked back at me as I pulled out, dazed and I couldn't stop the grin, loving that look.
“No…more.”
“Oh, you got more, I know you do.”
I leaned down, kissing over her shoulder and side, making sure she could feel how hard I still was. But I'd give her time. I’d give her a few moments to rest and catch her breath. Because I had every intention of making sure she saw the stars.
I trailed my hand over her hip, rolling her onto her stomach.
“I could…sleep.”
“If I let you, sure.”
With that, I kissed down her back, over her ass cheeks, and then shifted behind her, spreading her wide so I could taste her. I groaned at the sweetness, causing her hips to jump and I loved that reaction.
“Wh….what…are…you d..doing?” she stuttered.
“Making you ready to explode.” I dove my tongue back in and again and again, tasting all that I could. But I knew myself.
Once I felt how wet she was, how turned on, I couldn’t hold back. So, I lifted her hips, then slammed home, pumping into her fast and furious.
“Oh…oh…oh,” she kept panting, her hands clenching tightly to the sheets and I had to admit, I felt the same. “Shit, Chance,” she cried out, making my head swell.
Because if I was being totally honest right now, nothing had ever felt this good. Or this right.
She was perfect for me, and that was scary.
It made me think of the long term and I didn’t do long term. I didn’t know how to do it.
And I wasn’t sure if she would.
Right now, caught up in the act, things were great. But later, when dawn approached, would she still feel the same?
