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Story: Mountain Man Defender
I can’t rememberthe last time I was this desperate to be inside a woman. Which meant never. Not until Dylan. The want and the need to be inside her damn near stole my breath. But before I could take a step backward, strip down then order her to do the same, she was eagerly reaching for my waist. Undoing the belt then dragging the zipper down, my cock sprung free.
I let out a hiss as she wrapped her fingers around my shaft. She slid her palm up and down, then back up again.Jaaaaaysus.
Surely my eyes crossed. My hips bucked forward. And my heart stopped. I was right, witchcraft. And I wanted to be under her spell for as long as she wanted me.
Dylan’s gaze flicked up to mine, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. It was all the warning I got before she took the head of my penis into her mouth and flicked her tongue.
My body jerked, but she kept her grasp firm. Her eyes closed as she annihilated all my defenses. Why the hell had I ever resisted this woman?
As she worked my cock, she made the sexiest sounds I’ve ever heard. Near the edge, there would be no pleasure for her if I let her continue. I reached down and gently cupped her shoulders. “That feels amazing. But next time, otherwise, I’m going to come too soon. And for our first time, I need to be buried so deep inside your velvet heat, neither one of us will recover anytime soon.”
Her sweet mouth released me with a pop, the sound echoed and I groaned. Dylan softly laughed. Her breath fanned my cock and damn, she was going to be a handful. Already was. And I was here for it.
I lifted her, then tunneled my hands under her pretty skirt and found she wore nothing underneath.Fuck me. Another soft laugh. “Oh, you think you’re clever, do you?” At her nod, she raised her arms, and I lifted the dress over her head and received yet another shock. No bra. I couldn’t get my clothes off fast enough as she arranged herself on my bed and watched as I finished undressing.
“I was pretty confident this was happening tonight, so I decided to make things easier for you. I’m nice that way.”
“If that’s nice, what are you not?” My words tumbled out in a rush.
“Naughty?” With a flick of her finger, she sent a long piece of hair over her shoulder and off her breast. Rosy-tipped nipples pearled under my stare as I took my cock in hand and climbed into my bed over her.
“I’ll take naughty. Show me?”
Dylan’s smile vanished, but only because her tongue traced her wet lips as she leaned back, her knees bent, then let her legs fall open wide. The origin of the scent I couldn’t quite place. A mixture of her essence, even now glistening on her deep pink pussy lips, drifted to me along with some kind of essential oil perfume. Sweet and spicy.
Before I could lean down and take my first taste, Dylan dipped a hand between her thighs and stroked herself as her other hand squeezed one of her perfect tits. “Where do you want to taste first?”
Dammit, I wasn’t going to last if she kept being naughty. Decisions were hard, and no matter where I began, I knew where I’d finish.
But first there was one more thing I needed to know. “Why me?”
Dylan’s movements stopped, and she frowned. I didn’t enjoy putting that look on her face. “I mean. Even you have to admit, a soldier turned surly mountain man isn’t your usual type, right?”
Crawling up onto her knees, Dylan placed both hands on my chest, leaning in close. Her stomach brushed my cock, and it jumped, but hearing her response was more important than burying myself deep inside her.
“What if my type is kind, thoughtful, creative, hardworking, a good friend, and hot? What if the sense of knowing you belong with a person, no matter how many days you’ve known each other, how many? deep conversations you’ve had, or not, is my type?”
Those bright brown eyes shone with so much emotion I didn’t dare put a name to it. Later. Right now, she was giving me a gift. And I knew exactly what she was talking about because I felt the same way about her.
“Then I say we’re on the same page.”
Dylan’s face bloomed and the desire she’d banked when I questioned her returned. “Good. Now where were we?”
I gently gave her a push against her shoulders, and she fell back with a laugh. Best damn sound ever. “Open back up for me. Now.”
“Yes,” her whispered response was the last coherent word either of us said for quite some time.
Diving between her folds, I licked her clit until she grabbed a handful of my hair and held on. She dug her heels into the mattress, lifting her hips higher as I drove my tongue deep into her slick channel. I teased her tight bud, rubbing it, pinching it as her moans built. When she broke, she rode out her orgasm against my tongue; lost in her pleasure. I watched her fall over the edge. Damn, she was glorious.
I lost track of how many times she said my name as I flicked the tip of her clit with my tongue, wanting to give her another orgasm before I filled her up. Slick and sensitive, I felt her spasms as she rocked her hips. Dylan came quickly the second time and pride from a job well done filled me.
If I was lucky, she’d allow me to provide her with as many orgasms as she wanted for the rest of our lives.
“Now.” Dylan panted. “Inside me.”
I was not a man afraid of being bossed around by his woman. Grabbing a condom from the side table, how I rolled it on without fumbling it as she laid beneath me, her hair fanned out. glowing satisfaction upon her gorgeous face struck me dumb. But I did.
I guide myself to her entrance and paused until she locked eyes with me. The first thrust was slow, shallow, and she mewled her displeasure when I withdrew. “Greedy, much?” I teased.
I let out a hiss as she wrapped her fingers around my shaft. She slid her palm up and down, then back up again.Jaaaaaysus.
Surely my eyes crossed. My hips bucked forward. And my heart stopped. I was right, witchcraft. And I wanted to be under her spell for as long as she wanted me.
Dylan’s gaze flicked up to mine, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. It was all the warning I got before she took the head of my penis into her mouth and flicked her tongue.
My body jerked, but she kept her grasp firm. Her eyes closed as she annihilated all my defenses. Why the hell had I ever resisted this woman?
As she worked my cock, she made the sexiest sounds I’ve ever heard. Near the edge, there would be no pleasure for her if I let her continue. I reached down and gently cupped her shoulders. “That feels amazing. But next time, otherwise, I’m going to come too soon. And for our first time, I need to be buried so deep inside your velvet heat, neither one of us will recover anytime soon.”
Her sweet mouth released me with a pop, the sound echoed and I groaned. Dylan softly laughed. Her breath fanned my cock and damn, she was going to be a handful. Already was. And I was here for it.
I lifted her, then tunneled my hands under her pretty skirt and found she wore nothing underneath.Fuck me. Another soft laugh. “Oh, you think you’re clever, do you?” At her nod, she raised her arms, and I lifted the dress over her head and received yet another shock. No bra. I couldn’t get my clothes off fast enough as she arranged herself on my bed and watched as I finished undressing.
“I was pretty confident this was happening tonight, so I decided to make things easier for you. I’m nice that way.”
“If that’s nice, what are you not?” My words tumbled out in a rush.
“Naughty?” With a flick of her finger, she sent a long piece of hair over her shoulder and off her breast. Rosy-tipped nipples pearled under my stare as I took my cock in hand and climbed into my bed over her.
“I’ll take naughty. Show me?”
Dylan’s smile vanished, but only because her tongue traced her wet lips as she leaned back, her knees bent, then let her legs fall open wide. The origin of the scent I couldn’t quite place. A mixture of her essence, even now glistening on her deep pink pussy lips, drifted to me along with some kind of essential oil perfume. Sweet and spicy.
Before I could lean down and take my first taste, Dylan dipped a hand between her thighs and stroked herself as her other hand squeezed one of her perfect tits. “Where do you want to taste first?”
Dammit, I wasn’t going to last if she kept being naughty. Decisions were hard, and no matter where I began, I knew where I’d finish.
But first there was one more thing I needed to know. “Why me?”
Dylan’s movements stopped, and she frowned. I didn’t enjoy putting that look on her face. “I mean. Even you have to admit, a soldier turned surly mountain man isn’t your usual type, right?”
Crawling up onto her knees, Dylan placed both hands on my chest, leaning in close. Her stomach brushed my cock, and it jumped, but hearing her response was more important than burying myself deep inside her.
“What if my type is kind, thoughtful, creative, hardworking, a good friend, and hot? What if the sense of knowing you belong with a person, no matter how many days you’ve known each other, how many? deep conversations you’ve had, or not, is my type?”
Those bright brown eyes shone with so much emotion I didn’t dare put a name to it. Later. Right now, she was giving me a gift. And I knew exactly what she was talking about because I felt the same way about her.
“Then I say we’re on the same page.”
Dylan’s face bloomed and the desire she’d banked when I questioned her returned. “Good. Now where were we?”
I gently gave her a push against her shoulders, and she fell back with a laugh. Best damn sound ever. “Open back up for me. Now.”
“Yes,” her whispered response was the last coherent word either of us said for quite some time.
Diving between her folds, I licked her clit until she grabbed a handful of my hair and held on. She dug her heels into the mattress, lifting her hips higher as I drove my tongue deep into her slick channel. I teased her tight bud, rubbing it, pinching it as her moans built. When she broke, she rode out her orgasm against my tongue; lost in her pleasure. I watched her fall over the edge. Damn, she was glorious.
I lost track of how many times she said my name as I flicked the tip of her clit with my tongue, wanting to give her another orgasm before I filled her up. Slick and sensitive, I felt her spasms as she rocked her hips. Dylan came quickly the second time and pride from a job well done filled me.
If I was lucky, she’d allow me to provide her with as many orgasms as she wanted for the rest of our lives.
“Now.” Dylan panted. “Inside me.”
I was not a man afraid of being bossed around by his woman. Grabbing a condom from the side table, how I rolled it on without fumbling it as she laid beneath me, her hair fanned out. glowing satisfaction upon her gorgeous face struck me dumb. But I did.
I guide myself to her entrance and paused until she locked eyes with me. The first thrust was slow, shallow, and she mewled her displeasure when I withdrew. “Greedy, much?” I teased.