Aching for the Mountain Man - Page 9

MAC

“No one’s ever touched you here?” I asked as my thumb skimmed her nipple.

She’d said she was a virgin, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t messed around with a guy. Happened all the time. In fact, I’d dated a couple of what we called “everything but” girls back in my adolescence. For whatever reason, they thought sex should wait for marriage, but they’d do everything else. And I did mean everything.

“No,” she said.

She was full-on straddling me now, my cock jutting up toward her belly as we continued to kiss. She moaned as I ran my hands over her waist, then her hips. I had to force myself to go slowly.

When her hand settled around my cock, I just about lost it. She immediately began stroking way too fast. Finally, I pulled away from the kiss.

“You’re going to make me come too soon,” I said, looking down at the water. “Do me a favor. Stand up.”

Her eyes widened, and she looked down at the water just as I had seconds ago. “Stand up?”

I nodded, but she wasn’t looking at my face. She seemed to see my nod anyway. Or maybe she just figured the answer was yes. Either way, she put a hand on each of my shoulders and pushed herself to her feet.

When she started to move away, I put a hand on her leg to stop her. “Spread a little wider,” I commanded.

“Oh,” she said.

Was that when she realized what I had planned for her? My guess was yes. It should’ve been no mystery, but she was new to all of this. She wouldn’t know what to expect. And that made it all the more exciting for me.

Still in a seated position, I centered my body between her legs and stroked her with my thumb as she threw her head back and gasped. She hadn’t seen anything yet.

I slid a finger inside her at the same time I moved my tongue over her, flicking her clit once, twice, then three, four, and five times. I took a long pause between each flick, gauging her reaction.

“Oh my God,” she said “Mac.”

Adrenaline coursed through me at the sound of my name crossing her lips. Even better, when I looked up, she had a hand on each of her breasts and was moving her fingers over them just as I’d done earlier. Had I taught her that particular pleasure point? I sure hoped so.

I picked up the pace, moving my finger in and out of her as I slid my tongue over her clit in a rhythm. Her legs started trembling, so I kept my left hand on her hip, hoping to provide at least a little support.

“Don’t stop,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Just like that. Keep going. Oh yes, yes, yes, yes!”

Her voice increased in volume until the final yes was practically a scream. It echoed through the afternoon air, no doubt carrying to anyone who happened to be in the vicinity. We were so far away from civilization, that was doubtful. Nature was likely the only eavesdropper.

“Wow,” she said as I moved my other hand to her hip, steadying her on both sides.

Whether it was her legs collapsing or voluntary, she was soon on her knees. That meant she was straddling me again so I could wrap my arms around her.

“That’s why people like sex so much,” she said.

“That’s part of it, yes.”

She smiled at me. “And you’re going to show me the rest.”

“Right now,” I said. “But I don’t have protection. I can pull out if?—”

“I’m on the pill. Have been for a couple of years. I just wanted to…you know, be prepared.”

I nodded. “Totally get it.”

“Can I touch?”

Her question surprised me. It was followed by her gaze dropping to my cock. Just when I thought my dick couldn’t get any harder, it jumped to attention, like a benched football player, finally getting tossed into the game.

“If you want me to hold out until you come again, we need to work on getting you turned on first,” I said.