Page 8 of Mountain Man's Offer

Light from inside the bathroom frames his large physique. The shower is running, but there's no steam billowing around him.

My mouth is suddenly dry, but that's about the only part of me that is. I can feel the course weave of the flannel against my nipples, sensitive from being so hard, and hot moisture pools between my thighs, soaking the panties that are the only thing I still have on under his shirt.

Vale's staring at me, naked to the waist, still wearing his jeans, his eyes dark and so intense I'm tempted to run back to my room, shut the door, and just give up.

"I know it's not real--" I swallow hard and brave a step across his threshold, my heart is pounding so hard it could be someone knocking on the door, "-- but I would never regret you being my...first."

My courage gives out on me and I barely manage to get the last word out at all.

When Vale's eyes flash fire and he moves toward me, I'm thinking I just put the last nail in my own coffin. He'll never see me as a woman after making that confession. He's going to order me back to my room and I'll be lucky if he even speaks to me after this.

"Your what?"

"Umm." He's right in front of me now. All those abs and that thick trail of hair running down his chest and into the waistband of his jeans on full display and making my hands itch to touch him again.

It's just-- I've never done that before," I say weakly.

"You've never had a man's face between your legs before, Birdy?"

There's heat in his voice that makes my clit come to life and throb at the very idea of Vale with his head between my legs.

His finger comes up under my chin and tilts my head up so it's a lot harder to avoid looking at him.

I shake my head and go for broke: "I've never had a man's anything between my legs."

I make my confession and wait for the world to end.

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Vale

My cock surges painfully with the need to claim her. How can what she's saying be true?

Sparrow might be young, but she's a grown woman. She's gorgeous, with her curtain of dark hair, those emerald green eyes, all those curves, and those full lips that fit against mine like they were made just for me.

"Fuck, Birdy," I gasp when I finally let her up for air again, "how the hell can you still be a virgin?"

My shirt looks damn good on her, hanging open down to her waist with the hem skimming just above her knees. She's a goddamn vision in nothing but plaid and those skimpy little cotton panties I barely got a chance to appreciate before.

Let the shower water run. Fuck it. It's not like there's any hot water running with it that's gonna use up my propane anyway.

What I need right now is Sparrow's little pussy spread open on my mouth while I show her what she's been missing.

And you can believe I plan on doing a good enough job that she'll never let another man try it.

She giggles when I pick her up and carry her to my bed.

"I never met anyone that made me feel like I do when I'm around you."

She's all breathless, looking up at me with those pouty lips swollen from my kisses as she scrambles in the center of my king size bed to make space for me to crawl between her legs.

"Spread these pretty thighs for me and give me some room to work, baby."

This time she doesn't hesitate, her knees fall open and those thick thighs part like the pages of a good book, giving me an eyeful of the soaking wet center of her cute little panties.

"Let me take care of you, Birdy." I push between her legs, forcing her to lie back, and then I hook my thumbs under the elastic at her hips and slide that scrap of cotton away to reveal the prettiest sight I've ever seen.

Sparrow's virgin pussy glistens in the warm light of the bedside lamp and I'm not going to waste time sniffing her panties when the real thing is right in front of me and so obviously in need of my touch.

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