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Story: Ferocious Mountain Man
Since she wasn’t watching, I felt comfortable moving in between her legs. But I didn’t position myself at her entrance just yet—not my cock, anyway. I propped myself on my arms and moved my head between her legs, keeping an eye on her face as I touched my tongue to her clit.
She let out another “Oh,” but this time, it was filled with surprise. Her hips jerked upward, and I slipped my forearms under her thighs to hold her hips in place with my hands. But I didn’t hold them all that firmly, which meant she could move freely, and soon, that was exactly what she did. Her hips were gently rocking in time with each slide of my tongue over that swollen nub.
Her breaths came faster, and occasionally, a light, barely perceptible squeak escaped her lips. She was trying to keep her noise to a minimum, probably conscious of the fact that we were outdoors. But nobody was around to hear. In fact, I might just shout to the rooftops when I finally came.
Movement above me caught my eye. It took a few seconds to register that Sahara was touching herself. The fingers of her right hand moved around her nipple. When she pinched it between her thumb and forefinger, I almost lost it.
Suddenly, she proved me wrong by letting out a cry so loud, I was sure they could hear it a half mile away. I just hoped the trees blocked the noise. If not, fuck it. One of my fellow loggers would probably high-five me tomorrow.
Finally, her rocking stopped, and she seemed to relax. Only then did I dare to lift my head.
“How’s that?” I asked, like I was getting feedback from my boss on some work I’d just completed.
She opened her eyes, but she didn’t look at me. She stared up at the roof.
“Oh my God,” she said. “That was…I can’t…words…”
I smiled as I stared down at my beautiful virgin. Okay, so she wasn’t mine yet, but I was definitely hers.
She lowered her gaze and finally made eye contact with me. “That was an orgasm.”
“Yep. Get used to it. I plan to give you multiple orgasms a day for the rest of your life.”
When her eyebrows arched, I realized what I’d just said. It had slipped out like it was nothing more than small talk.
But I meant it. Every word of it. I just hoped she felt the same. I hoped that more than I’d ever hoped for anything in my life.
“That’s unfair,” she said.
I frowned. “What’s unfair?”
“I haven’t even given you one orgasm. Get over here, and let’s do something about that.”
7
SAHARA
There was no way Rafe was going to fit inside me. He had to know that. He was more experienced than I was, after all.
He’d done this before, but had he ever been with a virgin? My guess was no. Not since he was a virgin himself, probably.
His gaze remained on my face as he moved between my legs, holding himself above me. His hand was around his erection, and the sight of that warmed me for some reason. I felt so secure, so safe. He’d make this as easy as possible. We’d get through this together.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
I nodded. But I realized I was squeezing his forearm so tight, he probably didn’t believe it. I made a conscious effort to loosen my grip and relax. It was like when I went to the doctor to get birth control. Being tense during the exam only made it worse, the doctor said.
I took a deep breath, held it, and thrust my hips upward, pushing him in deeper than he would have dared to go. It was like an adhesive bandage. Rip it off. Otherwise, you just prolong the agony.
But “rip” was the right word. It felt like something inside me was tearing. I clenched my jaw and pressed my tongue hard against my teeth to keep from crying out. I didn’t want Rafe to know just how tough this was for me.
His eyes went wide as he stared down at me. He definitely hadn’t expected that. This probably would have felt good for him if he wasn’t so concerned about my well-being.
“Fine,” I finally said. “I just want to get the painful part over with.”
I thought about giving him my bandage-ripping analogy but decided against it. That would definitely kill the mood.
“I know something that might help with that,” he said.
She let out another “Oh,” but this time, it was filled with surprise. Her hips jerked upward, and I slipped my forearms under her thighs to hold her hips in place with my hands. But I didn’t hold them all that firmly, which meant she could move freely, and soon, that was exactly what she did. Her hips were gently rocking in time with each slide of my tongue over that swollen nub.
Her breaths came faster, and occasionally, a light, barely perceptible squeak escaped her lips. She was trying to keep her noise to a minimum, probably conscious of the fact that we were outdoors. But nobody was around to hear. In fact, I might just shout to the rooftops when I finally came.
Movement above me caught my eye. It took a few seconds to register that Sahara was touching herself. The fingers of her right hand moved around her nipple. When she pinched it between her thumb and forefinger, I almost lost it.
Suddenly, she proved me wrong by letting out a cry so loud, I was sure they could hear it a half mile away. I just hoped the trees blocked the noise. If not, fuck it. One of my fellow loggers would probably high-five me tomorrow.
Finally, her rocking stopped, and she seemed to relax. Only then did I dare to lift my head.
“How’s that?” I asked, like I was getting feedback from my boss on some work I’d just completed.
She opened her eyes, but she didn’t look at me. She stared up at the roof.
“Oh my God,” she said. “That was…I can’t…words…”
I smiled as I stared down at my beautiful virgin. Okay, so she wasn’t mine yet, but I was definitely hers.
She lowered her gaze and finally made eye contact with me. “That was an orgasm.”
“Yep. Get used to it. I plan to give you multiple orgasms a day for the rest of your life.”
When her eyebrows arched, I realized what I’d just said. It had slipped out like it was nothing more than small talk.
But I meant it. Every word of it. I just hoped she felt the same. I hoped that more than I’d ever hoped for anything in my life.
“That’s unfair,” she said.
I frowned. “What’s unfair?”
“I haven’t even given you one orgasm. Get over here, and let’s do something about that.”
7
SAHARA
There was no way Rafe was going to fit inside me. He had to know that. He was more experienced than I was, after all.
He’d done this before, but had he ever been with a virgin? My guess was no. Not since he was a virgin himself, probably.
His gaze remained on my face as he moved between my legs, holding himself above me. His hand was around his erection, and the sight of that warmed me for some reason. I felt so secure, so safe. He’d make this as easy as possible. We’d get through this together.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
I nodded. But I realized I was squeezing his forearm so tight, he probably didn’t believe it. I made a conscious effort to loosen my grip and relax. It was like when I went to the doctor to get birth control. Being tense during the exam only made it worse, the doctor said.
I took a deep breath, held it, and thrust my hips upward, pushing him in deeper than he would have dared to go. It was like an adhesive bandage. Rip it off. Otherwise, you just prolong the agony.
But “rip” was the right word. It felt like something inside me was tearing. I clenched my jaw and pressed my tongue hard against my teeth to keep from crying out. I didn’t want Rafe to know just how tough this was for me.
His eyes went wide as he stared down at me. He definitely hadn’t expected that. This probably would have felt good for him if he wasn’t so concerned about my well-being.
“Fine,” I finally said. “I just want to get the painful part over with.”
I thought about giving him my bandage-ripping analogy but decided against it. That would definitely kill the mood.
“I know something that might help with that,” he said.