Page 9 of Eco-Activist’s Mountain Men (Mountain Men Reverse Harem #4)

Her kiss is… sublime. I close my eyes, feeling the warmth and softness of her lips on mine.

For a second, the whole forest seems to disappear, and it’s just us, starlight and breath, and need.

I reach out a tentative hand and touch something warm and soft under her bathrobe.

A breast? Yes, small, and firm, and round.

Her nipple hardens even as my fingers brush against it.

She lets out a gasp, loosening her robe, taking my hand in hers, guiding it downwards.

She gasps again as my fingers touch her sweet inner lips.

I stroke her, lightly, and she stiffens and shudders at my gentle touch.

Her good hand slides higher, pressing against the hard ridge beneath my pants, and I groan into her kiss. "God, Luna?—"

"It’s okay," she whispers, straddling me suddenly, her bathrobe falling open enough to give me a glimpse of her thigh. "Let me thank you… for showing me the stars."

"Luna, I’ve never… I mean… I’ve only ever done this once before. I’m not sure I?—"

"Shush, Eric." She plants a finger on my lips, her eyes sparkling in the starlight.

She unties the belt of her robe, and it falls to the floor in a pool of gray, leaving just her firm, tight, athletic body silhouetted against the stars.

My breath catches. She looks like a dream carved in silver and shadow, and I can hardly believe she’s here with me.

I groan again, my cock now fully erect and throbbing.

"I’ve only got one good hand," she whispers. "But if I kneel either side of you on the bench like this…" She adjusts her weight from my lap to the bench. "Can you slip your pants down?"

"I think so." I undo my belt, then pull down my combats and boxers. Luckily, they’re loose-fitting, so it’s not too much of a struggle.

"Okay," I whisper. "They’re down." She lets out a musical giggle, and then I feel her poised on top of me, her good hand taking her weight while the other is busy lining herself up against me. I can feel my head probing against the warm, slippery softness of her pussy lips, searching for her, longing to be inside, and then I’m in. I’m practically dizzy with the sweetness of the sensation.

Just my head enters her at first, then an inch of my shaft, then another.

Luna shifts position again, and with a sigh, she sits all the way down.

I’d fooled around as a young teen, the occasional kiss and cuddle. But somehow, at college, I never seemed to meet the right woman. This is the first time I’ve gone the whole way. I know it’s embarrassing at age twenty-seven, but like I say, I’m shy.

The feeling is… amazing. Like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Her hot softness seems to wrap around my cock, almost clinging to my shaft, embracing and gently squeezing me in an exquisite torture of heady sensation.

Luna moves in a gentle rhythm, more of a backward and forward rocking motion than up and down.

Whatever it is, it’s hitting the spot for me.

Her moist, silken pussy massages and strokes my shaft as she rocks, causing my cock to twitch and buck in response.

It’s too much. I don’t think I can hold out much longer against these sweet, sweet sensations.

It’s then that I feel a tongue in my ear.

"Oh Jesus, oh Jesus, I don’t think I can last much longer. Are we okay? I mean, what if I… you know?"

"That’s a good boy." She breathes into my ear. "It’s okay, I’m on the pill. We’re fine. I need to feel you come inside me. I need to feel you… Oh!"

She freezes for a moment, then bucks, gasps out loud, and seems to spasm and jerk.

With a start, I realize she’s having an orgasm.

At the very same moment, I reach the very top of my own sensations, and I feel my cock exploding inside her.

Fireworks… dams bursting… trains blasting out of tunnels…

no analogy can even begin to describe the sweet sensation that grips every part of me and shakes me to my core.

"Luna!" I call out her name as my cock jerks and spasms inside her.

"Hold me. Hold me tight," she whispers. I wrap one arm around her slender waist and draw her close, feeling her warmth, smelling her scent, hearing her breathing against the stillness of the night. With my other hand, I gently stroke her hair as it cascades around her shoulders.

She closes her eyes, lets out a gentle murmur… almost a purring sound.

Then she sleeps, her body pressed against mine, her head on my shoulder, her chest rising and falling with mine.

A shooting star flashes across the sky—a stray rock wandering too close, burning up in the upper atmosphere. One of thousands of visitors from the Perseid meteor cloud as it crosses Earth’s orbit each year at this time.

They say you never forget your first time.

Somewhere in the distance, I hear the call of an owl. The breeze is soft and warm against my cheek. I close my eyes. It’s a perfect moment. And for the first time in years, I don’t feel like the shy outsider, the awkward academic. I feel wanted. Needed. A part of something.

I don’t know what tomorrow will bring—for me, for Luna, for any of us—but tonight, under the stars, I finally feel alive.