Page 19 of The Silent Mountain Man

I start stroking madly, wanting to make Harrick feel as good as he made me feel.

His eyes roll into the back of his head. "Gonna come," he warns.

I open my mouth, jacking him off furiously, and I make it into position between his legs just in time as he starts to orgasm. The first few thick ropes land on my tongue, and I lap them up eagerly.

The next few paint my cheek, my nose, my forehead. My entire face becomes a splash zone for Harrick's gooey eruption.

"Fuck, that was good," he growls once he's done emptying himself.

He glances down, his eyes widening. "Oh, shit, sorry. Didn't realize I made such a mess."

I wave a hand. "I'm fine."

He shoots off the bed and takes off out of the bedroom. When he returns, he's holding a small white towel.

He sits down next to me on the bed. "May I?"

I give a nod, close my eyes, and tilt my head back.

The damp towel feels good against my skin as Harrick carefully wipes his cum off me.

"I've never done this before," I tell him as he wipes my forehead.

He stops. "Define this."

"Well, this." I wave at my face since I've never let a guy come on my face before. "But also what we did last night."

"It wasn't too much for you? I might've gotten a little carried away in some parts there. Don't know what came over me."

"It was a lot, but it was okay. I felt safe with you, and I…I felt free and wild and sexy."

"Good. I'm glad."

"And I've also never done this." I point at the bed.

"Never stayed over at a guy's place?" Harrick guesses.

"Nope. One time, a guy crashed at my place after a hookup. I woke up in the middle of the night and had a mini freakout. I ended up sleeping on my couch."

Harrick resumes cleaning my face. "City folk are so strange."

"Ha. Mountain people arethe worst." I crack open an eye to see if he's offended. He doesn't seem to be, so I go on. "I once met this guy up here. Ten years ago. He had long blond hair, down way past his shoulders and he…he was my first love. And my first heartbreak."

Harrick stops drying my face. He's sporting a huge frown and looks…anguished. As if my words are somehow woundinghim, and not me.

He gets up abruptly. "You're all done. Mind if I shower first?"

"Uh, no. Go for it."

He runs out of the room so fast, like his ass is on fire.

"That was weird," I grumble as I walk over and pick up the discarded clothes he lent me yesterday and put them on.

With the shower still running, I meander into the living room. Bright sunlight fills the room and the fire is almost out. It really is a new day. Time for me to be thinking about making plans to head off.

I walk over to the window in the dining room and take a look outside. Didn't get a chance to see much yesterday what with all the rain, but it's beautiful here. The cabin is secluded so there's nothing but thick, dense forest surrounding it. I may hate the mountains, but I can still appreciate the beauty of nature.

As I make my way back from the window, I accidentally bump the table, knocking some of the papers stacked neatly in the corner onto the floor.

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