Page 8 of Forsaken Mountain Man
Bode’s hands wrapped around mine, warm and secure anchors in a deluge of overwhelm.
You’re safe here.
Let go.
So I did.
When he tugged the drenched hem of my single top upward, baring my stomach without breaking our locked gaze, I let him. He peeled the material over my body with exquisite care, but never pulled back. If we had been anywhere else, I knew his breath would have brushed over my skin, but here, the water washed it away before I could feel its heat, stealing that first, intimate kiss.
His lips never contacted mine. Not when he reached around to unhook my bra, running his fingers under the straps that had added to my skin with sweat and sunscreen, or where he traced over my ribs and along my sides as icy mountain water cascaded over my breasts, washing away days of hiking, the pilgrimage I'd undertaken to reach him, baptising me in his own way.
Callused thumbs traced patterns across my hips as they worked their way forward. His touch never rushed as he found the button at the front of my cargos, worked the zip there. Bode peeled those down too, pushing until the tight material gave enough to puddle at my feet.
Most of the time I forgot to breathe, sucking in chill air enough to keep my mind from fritzing out, my eyes locked on his dark gaze that never wavered. This man was intoxicating, his attention hypnotic. I couldn't walk away from him if I tried, and I swore breathing near him was actually optional.
Strong, rough hands closed around my hips. He lifted me off my feet. My wet clothing dropped away, leaving me only in my panties which had long passed their usefulness. I flicked at thesides but as he slid me along his body, one hand gripped the back andtore.
The single, violent motion left me without thought. Without anything useful as Bode’s mouth finally came down hard on mine and obscured everything.
The world, the cavern. The water.
All that existed was him.
And I fell.
That was okay, because he caught me. Held me to him in a firm embrace as his mouth pressed mine open, enough for his tongue to swipe across my bottom lip, seeking entry. My moan—of need, desperation, everything building and building to a crescendo I wasn't sure I could match—sank between us into a pocket of air scented like him that I drowned in.
Bode never let me go through his slow, deep kisses. His fingers gripped mine, wrapping them around his granite length. I whimpered into his mouth, salivating at the size of him. Everything about him was in perfect proportion. Huge, and impossible but perfect all the same. I stroked him, letting his warmth fill my hands, getting used to the size of him.
Heat bloomed between my legs, a burn that not even the icy deluge could extinguish. He held me close, not letting the tumbling drops sweep me away. Not even when my knees dipped, intent as I was on worshipping him with my mouth. I needed his hands pulling at my hair as he guided me, taught me to please him, the bruises I'd earn on my knees. My mewl became a frustrated sound he smothered with his tongue thrust deep.
Fluid gushed low and hot between my thighs as he lifted me instead right over him. My sounds mingled with his growl as he seated me over his length, notched at my soaked entrance. One fist wrapped around himself, he worked his cockhead there, teasing us both as I wriggled in place for him, panting into hismouth until no breath remained. My nails scored new tattoos over his skin as he moved with me, finding a teasing rhythm as I worked myself into a frenzy?—
And he dropped me onto his length, letting my weight and dripping need impale myself on the top of his thick length.
My scream reverberated around the cavern. Pleasure and shock bounced back at me, my own voice fractured into a thousand different versions of myself as Bode pushed me deeper onto his cock. I stretched around him, taking what he needed from me with little resistance, aided by the gush he’d created with his deep kisses earlier.
His mouth clamped back over mine, stealing every sound from then until the only ones left were the fading echoes of my first cry as I sank to the root of him, muscles fluttering and clamping at the invading presence that I needed more than the breath he wouldn't let me take.
The hands gripping my hips squeezed as he leaned back, bracing my weight. Then Bodemoved.
Nothing like his slower kisses from before. This was the violent man who tore my panties from my legs minutes ago with zero hesitation. His hold tightened as he railed into me. Cords stood out on his neck, arms braced as tight as his legs beneath us. Everything I saw was viewed through a distant haze the moment he withdrew to slam back home in a flurry of movement that left me aching. Pleasure tore through me in an overwhelm of everything far too sensitive to absorb. Suddenly, the needle sharp icy water droplets were the softest points of contact about our chosen environment.
A wail built in me, but Bode was ready, crushing our mouths together, determined to secrete away every sound I made after letting that first scream rip free. I came on his cock, coating his tongue and his cock with my bliss at the same time. Thick arms banded around me, crushing me to his chest as he refused to letup, powering through my orgasm. I tried to kiss him back but I couldn't focus on anything. One wave of insanity rolled into the next and it was all I could do to cling to his slippery shoulders and not fall off the edge of existence.
Finally, I succumbed to what he wanted: hold onto him, let him kiss me and fuck me the way he desired and just…
Let go.
Fall.
Finally, I got it.
I stopped fighting against what he did, stopped trying to push and.Let. Him. Fuck. Me.
Bode growled low, the deep sound originating in his chest. The rumble darkened, like thunderheads in the valley beyond, and I swore the mountain reverberated with the sound. I clung to him, trusting him to hold us up as he roared my name. My mountain man slammed hilt deep as he came, flooding my insides with warmth.
My eyes drifted shut as I rested my cheek against the hollow of his shoulder, tasting fresh mountain water and salt where the mix of his flavours swirled across my cheeks and onto my tongue. I drank him in, lapping at his skin as he panted, crushing me to his body.
