Page 19 of Big Mountain Man

I forgot how innocent I was. I was ashamed that I wasn’t a seductress, but he didn’t seem to care. He untied my hands so that I could touch him but left my breasts bound. He took my rough touches, my awkward grasps at his skin, my frantic grabs of his clothes until he was as naked as me, grunting when my nails scratched him and sighing when my tongue licked against his lips, asking for more.

“Calm, Amelia, stay calm,” he urged. Moving down my body, he trailed kisses over the tips of my nipples and down my abdomen. “Put your legs over my shoulders.”

I did as he asked, knowing now what it felt like to have a man’s tongue there. I hadn’t known what it felt like until Brick, but I’d always wondered. As his wide tongue slid along the slit of my pussy, spreading his wet spit all over my already soaking skin, I twisted my hips, wanting more. I wanted to be coated in his spit, in his cum, especially if it meant he fucked me.

His hands held my ass, squeezing in time with the circles of my hips, his tongue staying in place when I cried out his name. He circled my clit, lapping it over and over until the need became a pulse of satisfaction. The pain was pleasure, but Brick wasn’t done. He moved, replacing his mouth with a finger as he pulled at the garland, releasing my nipples.

The burning ache sent me soaring, and my moans escalated.

Brick grunted in satisfaction as my head fell back, and I screamed a silent sound, my voice stolen by pleasure.

My mountain man had come prepared because he was fitting himself with a condom.

In seconds, the tip of that massive dick pushed into me, spreading my swollen, drenched lips open, stretching me as he thrust his hips. I cried out at his sheer size. Another thrust, and I took a few inches of him, my walls clasping him, sucking him deeper, inch by inch, until I had all of him inside of me.

“Amelia,” he sighed my name on a groan as he pulled back, then thrust into me, pushing me into the back of the couch, sinking all the way in with a smooth glide. I was so wet, there was nothing to hold him back. I felt the juices drip out of me as he pushed himself back in. His couch would be soaked, but I didn’t care. I reached for him, and he pulled me up, still on his knees.

Wrapping my legs around him, I gasped as the new position made him press into me in a new way.

“That’s so good, Brick. Your dick, it’s just so fucking good.”

I kissed him as he thrust into me, over and over. Clawing his back, I tried to hang on as he moved inside me.

“I’m going to fuck you until the day I die,” he gasped, his lips coming to my neck, biting me, claiming me, marking me for all to see.

I craved his mark and wanted to have a man like Brick in my corner.

“As long as you want me,” I whispered, grinding myself down on him, the friction teasing my clit.

We came together, clutching at each other, wrapped up in sensation. There was no space between us, nothing that wasn’t touched, stroked, or pressed into.

Reality came back to me when he let me down against the couch and pulled out of me. I missed him terribly, wanting him back inside me. He sank down next to me, and I stroked his hair as he came back to his senses, enjoying the silky feel of it in my fingers.

“I think I just received the best Christmas present,” he teased once he caught his breath.

I liked how he wasn’t ashamed to be naked in front of me. It meant I could be equally unashamed.

“I think we both did… but now I really want to decorate that tree.”

“Agreed. Let’s do it, but I may keep that garland out. I’ve discovered it has many uses.”

His wicked grin sent tingles down my spine. How could I have become so enraptured over a man I’d only just met? Was this what they called a rebound?

What I was starting to feel for Brick didn’t feel temporary in the slightest.

Chapter8

Brick

Amelia had a quick shower after our tryst on the couch and came out with a smile on her face. I handed her the box of decorations. There was a mixture of colors and materials in there, from glass to crystal and felt to silk.

“Which do you want to put on first?”

“I think these clear crystal balls should go on last, but the crocheted angels will be pretty, with the stars and glass decorations.” She picked up several and started putting them on the tree. I’d shaped the branches while Amelia took a quick shower.

“Alright, let’s do this.” She bounced on her toes with excitement. “Grandma and I used to set up our tree every year early in November, which I know some people freak out about, but as far as I was concerned, I wanted to have the tree up for as long as possible. It always made me happy. Which then begs the question… why isn’t yours up already?”

I shrugged. “No reason to on my own.”

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