Page 9 of After the Mountain Man

Four

Bennett

At long last.

My dick is already leaping for her as I reach behind her head and pull her mouth down onto mine. Her delicious lips moving against my own, I gently coax them open, my tongue lavishing hers, hungrily. She tastes so good, so Kinsley. Her big, buxom hips squeezing against my thighs.

It feels like the first time all over again, so new, so ripe, and at the same time, it feels as if no time has passed at all since the last time we kissed.

Jolts of heat travel throughout my entire nervous system. My balls twist up, desperate to feel her. To be in her body. My heart races feverishly against her tits. I am burning up, the way her taste and her touch and her perfect body melding further and further into mine…it is nothing short of all-consuming.

She combs her fingers up the back of my head, sending more hot, almost agonizing pleasure pulses straight down to my cock.

“Kinsley,” I pant, breaking the kiss for just a second. “If we keeping…doing this—”

“Let’s,” Kinsley’s tone is a whimper, the simple word she breathes out taking me by surprise. We never went all the way. Neither of us ever had before. But it’s been five years and maybe that’s changed. She’s loved again since us. She’s been engaged since us. She holds my gaze holding hers, those deep, needful brown eyes glazing with the same intense, unrestrained desire I’m experiencing inside. “Please don’t stop,” Kinsley begs.

My hands are already clenching her shirt, slowly gathering it up, up, and over her head. “Tell me you’re sure.”

“I’m sure.”

“Tell me you’re going to be mine forever.”

“I’m yours,” she says, vulnerably. “I’m yours forever and ever.”

I reach around to unhook her bra and her beautiful, kissable, bountiful titties bounce out for me. I meet her eyes, feeling the heat flashing in my own, only for a beat. I dip my head to clamp my lips around one pink, puckered nipple that’s just begging to be licked. Kinsley moans as I swirl my tongue around the tightening bud, flicking the other swiftly with my fingertip, and then my mouth and hands switching places. Her back bows, her cunt I can already feel getting warmer and achy against my bulge, gnashing into me harder.

“Fuck,” I groan. Lifting her hips, I unbutton her shorts and push them off. I flip her onto her back to peel those wet panties down her legs. I pause, in reverence. Licking my lips at the sight of her pussy glistening for me in the moonlight. Same pussy I’ve been dreaming about for so fucking long I can’t stand it another second.

“Open those legs wide for me, sweetheart.”

Kinsley obeys. I drag my finger along her folds, up and down, watching her eyes shutter and a soft, sweet purr escapes her mouth as I fondle her clit. Her hips buck up against my affections, and in response I push my fingertip into her tight, tight warmth. Her knees fall open even wider, granting me entrance. Begging. Deeper. I bury my finger into her hole.

Christ. Kinsley’s pussy is so wet. So fucking tight. Her hips writhe in time with my rhythm. Her walls squeezing with unimaginable strength around my finger. Fuck, yeah, she’s still mine. MINE.

She exhales a sweet, soughing breath from the back of her throat, as I lean over to murmur against the shell of her ear, “You’re still a virgin, hmm.”

“Yes…”

“I am too.”

“Seriously?”

How could she think otherwise? “The only woman I ever wanted to be with, is you, Kin.” Not was. Not has been.

Is.

She’s my girl. Now, and before. Always. Is.

“I can’t wait any longer!” Kinsley simpers. A low groan is my only reply as I push myself up from the sofa to undress. Scoping my body where no woman ever has, her eyes darken and double in size. Legs still spread wide for me, she reaches between them, caressing her distended clit.

“Fuuuck. Sweetheart. That is crazy hot.”

She smiles, almost deviously, and her sultry, carefree giggle vibrates through me, awakening not just fiber and muscle and bone, but my heart. This right here…it’s going to be one hell of a fuck, and more than that. What we have, it is nothing short of a soul connection.

I swallow a groan and dive in for her body. Pulling on my big, hard, eager sex with one hand while I run the other up and down her ripe snatch a few more times, knowing it’s official—that I am going to need forever, and then some more time after that, to enjoy my girl. To enjoy this. Us.

I need at least millions more moments with her that are just like this one.

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