Page 7 of The Mountain Man's Curvy Christmas Treat
"Let me taste you first," I say roughly. "Let me make you ready."
Her breath hitches. "I don't know if I can—oh!"
The first touch of my tongue makes her cry out, her back arching off the bed. I take my time, learning what makes her gasp, what makes her hands fist in the sheets.
She tastes like honey and desire, and I can't get enough. When I slide one finger inside her, she's tight and wet and perfect.
"Colt, please," she pants as I work her gently, adding a second finger while my mouth worships her most sensitive spot. "I need you."
"Not yet," I murmur against her. "Want you to come on my tongue first."
I increase my pace. When she finally shatters with a cry that echoes off the cabin walls, I work her through it, gentling my touch as she comes down.
I help her remove my jeans and boxers, her soft hands exploring with growing confidence. When her fingers wrap around my length, I have to grab her wrist.
"Easy, sweetheart. I'm already close just from watching you come."
"You're so big," she whispers, eyes wide. "Will you fit?"
"We'll go slow," I promise, positioning myself at her entrance. "If it hurts, you tell me to stop."
I hold her gaze as I push slowly inside, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. She's so tight I have to grit my teeth to maintain control.
"Breathe," I murmur when I feel her tense. "Relax for me."
She does, and I slide deeper, inch by careful inch. "Fuck, you feel incredible," I groan. "So tight around me. Like you were made for my cock."
Her breath catches at my raw words. "You feel so good. So full. I never knew it could feel like this."
I start to move then, slow and deep, watching her face transform with pleasure. She's so responsive, so perfect, meeting my movements with growing confidence.
"That's it," I encourage when she lifts her hips to take me deeper. "Take what you need, sweetheart. Take all of me."
Our rhythm builds gradually, and I can feel her climbing toward another peak. I reach between us, finding her clit.
"Oh God," she gasps, her body starting to shake. "Colt, I'm going to—"
"Come for me," I command softly, circling her clit with my thumb. "Come on my cock, Ivy. Let me feel you."
She shatters with a scream that she muffles against my shoulder, her body clenching around me so tightly I almost pass out. The sight and sound of her coming undone pushes me over the edge, and I follow her with a groan that seems to come from my soul. I hold her soft body close as I shudder out every last drop of my seed.
"So, it was Your first time," I whisper, pressing a kiss to her hair. "How do you feel?"
"Perfect. Complete." She tilts her head up to smile at me, her eyes still bright with satisfaction. "Like I've been waiting my whole life for this moment."
Something clenches in my chest. "Ivy."
"I know it's crazy," she says quickly. "I know it's too fast. But I can't help how I feel."
"How do you feel?"
She takes a shaky breath. "Like I'm falling in love with you."
The words hit like a punch. Sweet Ivy thinks she's falling in love with a broken man with blood on his hands.
"You don't know what you're saying."
"I know exactly what I'm saying." Her voice is steady, certain. "I know you're a good man who's been hurt. I know you've spent your life saving people. And whatever happened, you don't deserve to spend the rest of your life alone."
