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“HI,” I GREETED HIM. He looked shell-shocked and I wondered if something happened. “Everything okay?”
“You built up the fire?” he asked, coming around to look through the glass on the woodstove.
“Yeah, it was chilly in here and I figured you would be freezing when you got back.”
“Oh. Well, thanks. I didn’t know you knew anything about this stuff.”
I smiled, stirring the canned soup I was heating on the stove. “I know how to stoke up a fire and I can start one as well. Like I said before, I’m not a complete novice in the great outdoors.”
“I can see that.”
“I’m heating up some clam chowder I found in the cupboard. I have some potatoes in the oven as well. You have to be freezing.”
“I am a little cold.”
“Where did you go?” I asked him out of curiosity.
I had looked outside and didn’t see him. I was beginning to think there was some secret portal he stepped into whenever he walked outside. He seemed to disappear. I wasn’t suspicious, but it was odd.
“I decided to see if I could find anything for dinner.”
“Hunting? You went hunting in this weather? Are animals even out?”
“I’m empty handed,” he replied, with a small smile.
“Glad I found some soup.”
He nodded, stripping off his boots and putting them by the woodstove. “I’m going to change out of these clothes. I’m soaked.”
“You should have showered after you went out. You’re going to be chilled.”
“I’ll be fine,” he said, and walked by me and into the bedroom.
I turned to stare down at the soup I was simmering in the pot. The potatoes had another thirty minutes or so. I heated the soup too soon, but I wanted to be ready with hot food when he walked through the door. I couldn’t explain my need to be domesticated all of a sudden. I walked out of the kitchen and felt the chill. He was out doing manly things, so it only seemed right I should keep the home fires burning.
It was possible I was getting a little too into this thing. I wasn’t even sure what I was doing. I was planning ways to seduce a man that I had no business seducing. I told myself it was my one shot at having this kind of fling. I couldn’t do it in the real world. I was far too shy and apprehensive. Something about being here in the forest with him made me feel alive. I felt brave and daring in a way I had never felt before. That translated to me wanting to have wild sex with a stranger.
A very attractive stranger, I thought with a smile. I turned off the burner, figuring I would reheat the soup when the potatoes were done cooking. I heard his dresser drawer shut and couldn’t resist taking a peek.
I walked just far enough to see inside the bedroom. It was wrong and a total violation of his privacy, but one look couldn’t hurt. I had technically seen it before, even if it was very brief and in the dark. He stepped into view, his back to me. He was wearing a pair of briefs and nothing else. Heat flooded between my legs, igniting a little fire low in my belly and I couldn’t stop the gasp.
He turned, his eyes locked on mine. I seriously wanted to take a picture of him. He was the perfect human specimen. It wouldn’t be a picture I ever sold or shared with anyone. It was all for me.
Neither of us said a word. My heart was pounding so hard in my chest that I could barely catch my breath. Never in my life had I ever been so attracted to another person. It was a visceral response that refused to be controlled. I didn’t care who he was or what he had done to lead him into hiding up here.
“I need you,” I said matter-of-factly.
He dropped the shirt in his hand and lunged for me like a tiger pouncing on his prey. His hands grabbed my face as he pushed against me. My body was carried backwards, hitting the wall in the hallway. That’s when he ground his hips and his erection against me. The warm leggings I was wearing did nothing to block the heat radiating between our bodies. His warm, hard chest pushed against my breasts.
“I have to have you,” he growled.
His mouth was against mine once again as I tried to nod. He had seemed so calm and relaxed earlier and I was excited to know he wanted me as much as I wanted him. It made me feel powerful and alive. His hands were moving fast, running up and down my body before he grabbed hold of the loose shirt I was wearing and jerked it up. I raised my arms, stretching them over my head to assist him in stripping it off of my body.
Next, he was pushing down the fleece leggings. I was so glad I showered and was wearing something a little sexier than the boring white panties I had on last time. His mouth closed over my breast, the wet heat soaking through the lace of my bra. I gasped, my head resting against the wall as I thrust my chest forward.
His hand reached behind me and unclasped the bra. It was off in a flash. Then there was nothing between my nipple and his tongue. His teeth scraped over the sensitive flesh, sending fire pumping through my veins.
“Damn, that’s so hot,” I cried out.
Already, I was close to an orgasm and he had yet to even touch me there. I couldn’t remember ever being so aroused. Not even last night. Now that I knew what to expect, I was desperate to have him inside me again. I arched my back, thrusting my pelvis against his hard thigh.
“You don’t know what you do to me,” he whispered against my flesh as he switched his attention to my other nipple.
“I have a very good idea,” I answered.
Reaching my hand between us, I slid it under the elastic of his underwear. I wrapped my fingers around his hard shaft and gently squeezed. It was like holding a lightning rod as he sucked in a sharp breath, his hips bucking forward as his mouth clamped down on my breast with renewed vigor.
I stroked him, squeezing and pulling his erection. “Please,” I begged. “I need you.”
“Not yet,” he replied, moving his mouth back to mine. His hands pushed at my panties until they were falling to my ankles. I stepped out of them, doing my best to keep my full weight off my bad ankle. With his body pressed against mine, he was practically holding me up anyway.
Suddenly, he pulled away. I thought he meant to leave me, but instead, he reached for my hand and led me back into the bedroom. There, he gently pushed me onto the bed, standing over me while I propped myself up on my elbows and looked at him. He was better than a Greek god. He was chiseled and hard in all the right places. I couldn’t imagine ever wanting another man after getting the pleasure of being with him. He was going to be hard to measure up to.
“Open your legs,” he ordered.
I gladly obliged. His nostrils flared and there was a look of unadulterated lust on his face. His expression emboldened me.
“Your underwear, please,” I whispered.
He looked down at himself before looking back at me. He pushed them down, giving me an unhindered view of his entire body. Damn, what I wouldn’t give to photograph him. I was already imagining the props I would pose him with. So damn sexy.
“Satisfied?” he asked, with a raised eyebrow.
“Not even close.”
“Good, because I haven’t even gotten started.”
He dropped to his knees next to the bed and jerked my body across it until my ass was close to the edge. He draped my legs over his shoulders and put his face between them. I was both mortified and terrified to think that—
“Oh!” I cried out when his tongue touched my folds.
I had heard about this. I’d seen it in the movies and I read about it, but had no idea what I was in for. This was the most intense and intimate act I had ever experienced. His tongue lapped at my folds until he used two fingers to part them. I was on the edge of something life changing and I didn’t know what to expect. When his tongue brushed over the uber-sensitive flap of skin, I nearly shot off the bed.
He groaned, the sound vibrating between my thighs and sending shockwaves through my body. I couldn’t hold back the ecstasy as it slammed me like a freight train. I felt pinned to the bed and I gripped at the blankets, moaning low with my eyes squeezed tightly closed. The orgasm was intense. Too intense. I felt dizzy, like the world was spiraling and I was forced to hold onto the bed to keep from being swept away.
I felt his kisses on my belly and opened my eyes, feeling dazed and confused. My hands went to his head, my fingers running through his hair.
“Wow,” I managed to say.
He had a look in his eyes that said he wasn’t interested in praise or conversation. He nudged my legs open wider and pushed inside me with one long stroke. I groaned with satisfaction.
“That is wow,” he grunted. “This is wow. I’m not done. I want more. I want to feel you come again. Milk me.”
His words were like intimate caresses across my nerves. I wanted to give him what he was asking for. I was more than happy to oblige. “Fuck me,” I whispered.
“Oh, I plan to.”
My eyes fluttered open. The way he said it was full of promise and determination. I instinctively knew to hold on. I reached for his arms straining with his weight suspended over me. He rocked his hips, plunging inside me over and over. I felt like I couldn’t keep up. My body didn’t feel like my own. He owned it. He was dominating me in every way and I was happy to let him. He seemed to have a pretty good idea of what to do with it.
He fell off me, rolling to his back. “Ride me,” he panted.
I bit my lip, sitting up and looking down at him. “I want to but I’m not, uh, this, I don’t know how.”
His eyes widened. “What?”
Shrugging, I said, “This is, uh, kinda new to me.”
I couldn’t tell if he was disappointed or angry, but there was a strange look on his face. He reached for my hand and tugged me closer. “Straddle me. It’s all very natural. You’ll know just what to do and I’ll guide you.”
Doing what he said, I straddled him carefully. He reached under me and with a little maneuvering, positioned himself below me and I was there, sliding down his dick. I wanted to cry with joy. It was so good.
“Oh-oh,” I moaned, dropping my head back as my hands splayed against his chest.
“Damn woman, you’re going to fucking kill me.”
I jerked forward and looked down at him. “Am I doing it wrong?”
“Fuck no. You’re doing it right. So right. Slide your hips back and forth. Do it fast or slow, whatever feels good to you.”
Nodding, I appreciated the instruction and was so thankful he wasn’t horrified by my inexperience. I did what he said, moving over him. Soon, I found a rhythm that really tickled my fancy and my clit. I rocked harder and faster as every cell in my body felt electrified. I couldn’t stop what was coming as it was building higher than ever.
My nails dug into his chest, as his fingers dug into my hips. We both worked together to reach that point of no return. I trusted my instincts and let nature take over.
“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
I screamed when the orgasm slammed into me with as much force as the freight train, I felt like I was on earlier. It was incredible. Mind-blowing. He shouted right back at me. His hips thrust high in the air, nearly sending me careening into the wall. With his hands on my hips, he anchored me against him as he pounded me from below.
“Holy shit,” I murmured, as I collapsed onto his chest.
I felt like Jell-O, then every muscle in my body, muscles I didn’t even know I had, flexed and tightened before releasing. I felt like I had just run a marathon. My body twitched and spasmed, sending delicious little shockwaves throughout. I was officially addicted to sex. Sex with him. Sex with this incredibly sexy, mountain man. I couldn’t believe that this was what I had been missing out on.
