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Story: Ferocious Mountain Man
“I wouldn’t do that,” he said.
“Get me pregnant and abandon me?”
“Sleep with you one time and change my tune completely,” he said. “I know all guys say that, but I mean it. If you want to wait until we’ve known each other for months or even years, I’m not going to let you get away. Not unless you want to go, that is.”
“I don’t want to go.”
That led to another silence. In this silence, we stared at each other for what seemed like hours. I wanted to ask the same question I’d asked earlier.Now what?
“I don’t want to wait, either,” I blurted.
The words surprised me as much as when I’d admitted being scared. But what surprised me even more was that I meant them. I didn’t want to wait. Not even one day. Not one hour. He couldn’t leave this tent without us taking this to its inevitable conclusion.
“What are you saying?” he asked. “I need to be clear.”
Again, I stared at him without speaking. Did I really have to speak the words? And if so, how did I say them? Should I be polite? Direct? Crude? Would he find the latter off-putting or would it only make things sexier?
Finally, I just blurted out the only thing I was comfortable saying. “I want to make love to you. I want to lose my virginity tonight.”
6
RAFE
“Iwant to make love to you.”
Those words were all I heard. In fact, my other senses may have completely shut off altogether. Well, aside from whatever was controlling my almost painful erection. Was that a sense? That wasn’t one of the five senses, but it had to count for something.
“I don’t have protection,” I said.
That was for her sake, not mine. This would be her first time, and pregnancy was probably the last thing on her mind at this point in her life. For my part, I suddenly couldn’t think about anything but my baby growing inside her.
When did that happen? I’d just met her. But yes, suddenly, I couldn’t imagine anything but having a baby with Sahara.
“I’m on birth control,” she said. “Never miss a day.”
That meant very little to me, but if it made her comfortable, I was all for it. I might want to be a father now, but I’d wait until she was ready, even if it took years. Even if she didn’t want them, this was the woman I was going to spend the rest of my life with. Although I hoped like hell she wanted a family.
Silence spread between us as we sat, neither of us daring to make the next move. I had no idea what the protocol was with a virgin. It had been a long time since I’d been one, and then, it had been the first time for both of us.
I could tell her to come here, but we weren’t going to do anything just inside the entrance to the tent. She had a perfectly good sleeping bag over there. It only made sense to take advantage of that.
I pushed myself to my feet and started walking, wishing I could stand. It was hard to be macho when you had to duck down to avoid hitting your head on the roof of a tent.
Her eyes were wide as I approached. She almost looked scared. If this was frightening her, I definitely would stop. It had to be comfortable for her too—well, as comfortable as a first time could ever be.
“You have a bulge,” she said as I dropped to my knees at the foot of her sleeping bag. I did that more for comfort than anything. Keeping my head ducked wasn’t easy.
Her gaze was on my underwear. I glanced down but returned my attention to her face. There was wonder in her stare, like she was checking out something truly amazing. But I knew this was more about her power to turn me on than anything.
If she was surprised by that, I didn’t know what to tell her. Most men would be packing some wood after spending even a little time with this redheaded beauty, especially after the conversation we’d been having.
“Looks big,” she said.
Those eyes were still wide. Slightly less so, but still wide. I knew what she was thinking. It was probably the same thing any woman in this situation would be thinking. Was that going to fit inside her? I was a little worried about the same thing.
“We’ll go slowly,” I said. “If you still want to do this, that is.”
I hated to keep checking in with her, but I wanted to be sure she was sure. As I waited for her to answer, I thought through what I’d do if she said she wasn’t.
“Get me pregnant and abandon me?”
“Sleep with you one time and change my tune completely,” he said. “I know all guys say that, but I mean it. If you want to wait until we’ve known each other for months or even years, I’m not going to let you get away. Not unless you want to go, that is.”
“I don’t want to go.”
That led to another silence. In this silence, we stared at each other for what seemed like hours. I wanted to ask the same question I’d asked earlier.Now what?
“I don’t want to wait, either,” I blurted.
The words surprised me as much as when I’d admitted being scared. But what surprised me even more was that I meant them. I didn’t want to wait. Not even one day. Not one hour. He couldn’t leave this tent without us taking this to its inevitable conclusion.
“What are you saying?” he asked. “I need to be clear.”
Again, I stared at him without speaking. Did I really have to speak the words? And if so, how did I say them? Should I be polite? Direct? Crude? Would he find the latter off-putting or would it only make things sexier?
Finally, I just blurted out the only thing I was comfortable saying. “I want to make love to you. I want to lose my virginity tonight.”
6
RAFE
“Iwant to make love to you.”
Those words were all I heard. In fact, my other senses may have completely shut off altogether. Well, aside from whatever was controlling my almost painful erection. Was that a sense? That wasn’t one of the five senses, but it had to count for something.
“I don’t have protection,” I said.
That was for her sake, not mine. This would be her first time, and pregnancy was probably the last thing on her mind at this point in her life. For my part, I suddenly couldn’t think about anything but my baby growing inside her.
When did that happen? I’d just met her. But yes, suddenly, I couldn’t imagine anything but having a baby with Sahara.
“I’m on birth control,” she said. “Never miss a day.”
That meant very little to me, but if it made her comfortable, I was all for it. I might want to be a father now, but I’d wait until she was ready, even if it took years. Even if she didn’t want them, this was the woman I was going to spend the rest of my life with. Although I hoped like hell she wanted a family.
Silence spread between us as we sat, neither of us daring to make the next move. I had no idea what the protocol was with a virgin. It had been a long time since I’d been one, and then, it had been the first time for both of us.
I could tell her to come here, but we weren’t going to do anything just inside the entrance to the tent. She had a perfectly good sleeping bag over there. It only made sense to take advantage of that.
I pushed myself to my feet and started walking, wishing I could stand. It was hard to be macho when you had to duck down to avoid hitting your head on the roof of a tent.
Her eyes were wide as I approached. She almost looked scared. If this was frightening her, I definitely would stop. It had to be comfortable for her too—well, as comfortable as a first time could ever be.
“You have a bulge,” she said as I dropped to my knees at the foot of her sleeping bag. I did that more for comfort than anything. Keeping my head ducked wasn’t easy.
Her gaze was on my underwear. I glanced down but returned my attention to her face. There was wonder in her stare, like she was checking out something truly amazing. But I knew this was more about her power to turn me on than anything.
If she was surprised by that, I didn’t know what to tell her. Most men would be packing some wood after spending even a little time with this redheaded beauty, especially after the conversation we’d been having.
“Looks big,” she said.
Those eyes were still wide. Slightly less so, but still wide. I knew what she was thinking. It was probably the same thing any woman in this situation would be thinking. Was that going to fit inside her? I was a little worried about the same thing.
“We’ll go slowly,” I said. “If you still want to do this, that is.”
I hated to keep checking in with her, but I wanted to be sure she was sure. As I waited for her to answer, I thought through what I’d do if she said she wasn’t.