Page 16 of My Wild Mountain Man (Summer in the Pines #15)

raven

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Waking up with someone in your bed for the first time should have been weird.

Instead, as my back was curled into his front, a very hard bulge pressed against my butt and warm breath at my neck, I’d never felt more comfortable. I felt his lips against my shoulder. The wetness of his mouth made something between my legs start to throb.

“Morning, pretty girl.”

“Morning,” I whispered. His arms tightened around me, and I felt his lips move up my neck.

“I like waking up with you,” he murmured sweetly, and I felt a smile grow on my face.

“I like it, too,” I admitted.

“What do you want to do today?” he asked, and I answered without thinking and hesitation.

“You.” He stilled, and suddenly, we were both laughing.

I turned in his arms to look at him. Bash had always been hot in my eyes, but there was a whole other level of hotness seeing him in my bed just waking up.

It felt intimate and real. And something came over me.

I didn’t care that I probably looked like a hot mess just waking up, my hair a mess without makeup in the light of a new day.

Instantly, I realized I didn’t feel self-conscious or anything.

If anything, with the way he was looking at me, I felt beautiful and sexy. Seen.

I pulled myself up, and he sat up, then carefully brought me onto his lap, placing my thighs outside of his while I straddled him, and I kissed him.

He let me lead the kiss, something I didn’t even know was a possibility.

But there I was, learning all sorts of things, so many more I wanted to learn.

I shifted, and when I sat back down, I felt him.

Hard and thick. Impossibly long between my thighs.

I instantly hated all the layers that lay between us.

“I want you, Bash.”

“Baby, please.” His hands held my face. The pads of his thumbs caressed my face. “I want you, too, but?—“

“But?” I cut him off, and he groaned.

“Don’t pout with me, pretty girl, or I’m going to pull you over my knee and spank you until you listen.” I trembled at the threat. Not in fear but sincere anticipation. “You like that,” he noticed, his nose flaring. I could have bet he got even harder beneath me.

“I’m not sure if I would but… I think I would like to try.”

“Fuck.” His lips crashed onto mine. The kisses turned into an inferno in a split second. He tossed me over, hovering his body over mine, and before I knew it, we were both naked. Not a stitch of fabric lay between us. “Fucking hell.” His nose nuzzled my neck and lower before he glanced up at me.

His dark gaze was intense as the muscles in his chorded neck moved. “I wanted to take things slow. Romance you. Rose-petal-covered bed and a million candles. Make it special for you.”

“It already is special,” I whimpered against his lips. “It’s special because it’s with you. Please, Bash, I’ve waited so long.”

“You can’t say shit like that, or this ends before it starts.” I looked at him slightly confused. When he swallowed, his Adam’s apple mesmerized me. “You’re going to make me lose my load before I get inside of you, pretty girl, with that dirty little mouth of yours.” My eyes widened.

“But I haven’t done anything.”

“Shit,” he hissed, and I felt him throb against my thigh. “Give me a minute.” He closed his eyes, somehow holding his large masculine body over mine. “We should wait.”

“Please, Bash. I want you. I want to see if… if we’re compatible.”

“We are,” he stated, opening his eyes. “You’re mine.”

“For the weekend, sure. But?—“

“No.” He shook his head. “You’re mine forever.”

“But my brother.”

“I’ll talk to him,” he said in a way I had a feeling he’d come to this decision before this moment. “I can’t give you up.”

“What if… what if I don’t like what you’re into? I mean, it’s always called me, and I’ve gotten off on it before when I read?—“

“Shit,” he rasped. “Baby, I’m holding on to be a thread here. Trying to be the good guy and give you what you deserve. But you keep talking like that, I’m going to hand you a book and make you show me how you played with yourself.”

“We can do that later,” I promised and meant it. “I want you, Bash. Please. Make me yours.” The words were heavy and so damn stupid. Wearing my heart on my sleeve, handing it over to the one man who could literally destroy me, heart and soul.

“I can’t say no to you,” he murmured. His lips danced over mine. Slow and easy. “We do anything you don’t like?—“

“I say pizza .” He grunted. His lips were on mine, and I felt as his fingers moved down the outside of my torso and then between my legs. I spread them wider, relishing in the deep moan he made when he found me more than ready for him.

“You’re fucking soaking wet, baby girl. This for me?”

“Yes, sir,” I whispered, and he growled.

“That pretty, innocent mouth is going to get you in trouble,” he threatened, but it didn’t feel like a threat; it sounded like a promise.

One I was more than ready for him to make good on.

He worked his fingers inside of me deeper this time, two, then three.

I was so wet there was a squelching sound that felt like it vibrated against the walls of my bedroom.

I was a writhing mess about to come when he pulled them out.

I looked at him, confused, ready for him to give me back his fingers, when I felt him line himself up against my entrance.

“Jesus, Raven, you undo me,” he mumbled, his lips touching mine. “You sure you want this? We start, I don’t think I can stop.”

“Positive. I waited so long.”

“I know, pretty girl. I know.” He swallowed.

“I’m here now. I got you.” The thick red mottled crown of his cock bumped my entrance, and when I looked down just as he did, I watched as he stretched me slowly.

The sight was one of the most erotic things I’d ever witnessed.

When the sensations became too much and my eyes shut, my back arched off the mattress.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he rasped.” Please tell me I’m not hurting you.”

“You’re not.” I felt like I couldn’t catch my breath. Like I was coming apart yet in the strangest way, in the safest place possible.

“Thank fuck. Jesus, Rave, you feel good. I’m trying to go slow.”

“Fuck me, please, Bash,” I whimpered. Need boiled in my veins. “Please.”

“Shit.” He pushed a little deeper and pulled out. Slowly and in sync, he did that for a while. Feeding my pussy little by little before pulling out.

“Bash!” I cried out when in one long unexpected thrust, he slid inside completely, connecting us and making me whole all at the same time.

A slight pinch of pain melted away, creating nothing but pleasure.

“Bash! Yes!” I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as he fucked me. nice and slow at the start.

Pulling completely out before pushing his way inside of me, filling and stretching me in a way I didn’t know was possible.

It felt nothing like the toy I kept in my nightstand.

My nails dug into his shoulders as he picked up speed.

His eyes locked with mine, sweat covered our bodies, and before I knew what was happening, a tidal wave of pleasure washed through me.

I felt like I could feel colors brighter while his deep guttural sounds echoed in my ears.

“Fuck, Raven! Raven, you’re squeezing me so damn tight. So fucking wet. Jesus, you feel good.”

“Bash!” I cried out.

“Baby girl, I don’t think I can hold back.”

“Come,” I whispered, squeezing around him. My hips moved off the bed to met him thrust for thrust. “Come inside of me.”

“I come in you, I’ll knock you up.” His voice sounded deeper. Scratchier. Hs hold on my hips grew firmer without being painful. Possessive.

“I don’t care. Please, Bash! Make me yours.”

“You are, pretty girl. You’re all mine,” he grunted.

“I want to feel you fill me up,” I whimpered. Need unlike anything I’ve ever felt swept over me. I‘d just come, but I had a feeling I was on the verge of another orgasm. This one stronger than the last.

“You on the pill?” He panted, his stare glazed over with lust. His body never stopped moving in and out of mine.

I shook my head honestly. It was obvious he liked that.

Reading romance, I knew all about dirty talk.

I pushed on his chest, and he took the hint.

We rolled over. Bash on his back with me straddling him, never losing our connection.

My lips parted. In this position, he felt longer, thicker. Deeper.

“Look at you. My pretty girl wants to ride her man.”

“Yes, sir.” I moaned as my body naturally started to move. “Fuck me. Please,” I begged. grinding against him. We found our rhythm easily, and when his fingers started to dig deeper into my hips, his feet planted on the mattress as he bucked up, I knew he was getting closer.

“So fucking pretty riding me. Raven.” His breathing was off, words clipped.

“Bash! I think… I think… oh god!” This time, my orgasm slammed through me! My eyes shut and body buckled below as my pussy quivered and spasmed around his length.

“Raven!” he shouted, pushing up into me, and liquid warmth filled me.

I felt ribbon after ribbon spilled from him and filling me up.

The sensation felt intoxicating. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me down to his chest. We stayed that way for a while.

Long after the sweat on our skin dried. His hands were rubbing patterns on my back.

“You okay?” He broke the comfortable silence.

“I’m more than okay,” I responded, kissing his chest before I glanced up at him.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

“Raven.” My name sounded hoarse.

“I know there are no promises of more but?—“

“Shut it.” He carefully rolled us over and slipped out of me. I watched him as his eyes skated down to where we’d been connected. And that’s when I felt it. His release started to trickle out of me. “You feel that? My come dripping out of your perfect little pussy?”

“Bash—“

“Ask me how many times I’ve taken someone bare like I did you?”

“Baby—“

“Only you, pretty girl. There is the promise of forever, if you want it. Shit.” His forehead dropped and rested against mine while he stroked my folds. “Even if you didn’t, I’d figure out a way to get you to agree.”

“So sure of yourself, mountain man.” My voice hitched as he slid inside, fingering me all over again. I had no idea how he did it, but he made me delirious for more. It was my first time, but I was already addicted.

“Let me show you.” Sitting up, he flipped me around.

“Bash, what are you?—“

“Look at us in the mirror,” he ordered. He put my legs over his, spreading me open. My head fell back on his shoulder, and I watched him as he fingered me.

“Bash!” I writhed against his half-hard cock, but he didn’t budge, using two hands to give my body attention. One, his fingers inside my pussy, while the other started at my breasts, cupping each one, taking turns on pinching my nipples before his hand moved down and started to rub my clit.

“Bash!”

“You’re mine, pretty girl. Not just today,” he clipped. “Always. All mine. Tell me what I need to hear,” he demanded, making me wetter.

“I’m yours.”

“I love you, Raven. I think I fell in love with you when you returned. So fucking pretty and sweet. I knew you were mine. Fought it, but you and I were inevitable.”

“Bash!” Everything he said and everything his talented hands did to me was too much. “Baby!” I squealed, fisting the sheets at my sides.

“Come for me, Raven. Come for your mountain man,” he demanded, and like his good girl, I did.

I thrashed against him as euphoria threatened to drown me.

Wetness seeped out of me, and his hands slowed down.

“Look at my sweet innocent Raven, squirting for her man.” I half laughed because I refused to be mortified over something that had felt so good.

Slowly, my body returned down to Earth, and I relaxed against his hold.

“Did you mean that?” I asked once my heartrate didn’t match a hummigbird’s.

“That I love you?” he asked against my ear, my eyes on his in the mirror. I nodded and watched him lean over and kiss my cheek. “With all my heart, pretty girl. I love you in a way I know no matter what I have to do, I’m going to keep you forever.”

“Keep me.” I giggled and sighed. “I love you, too. I’ve loved you forever.”

“I know.” He kissed me again. “I’m sorry it took me so long to catch up,” he rumbled. I felt all warm and mushy on the inside. Safe and protected.

“I hate to kill the mood, but… how is this going to work out?” I asked once we were lazily lying in bed, Bash’s fingers mindlessly stroking my arm.

“I’m going to talk to Onyx and your parents.”

“Wait, you’re going to what?” I sat up, not bothering to bring the sheet up with me.

“I said?—“

“I heard you, but why?”

“They both deserve to know how serious I am about you.”

“But—“

“No buts, Rave. This weekend is just the beginning of something beautiful. I promise.”

“What if…” I hated thinking it, but I was realistic. “What if Onyx doesn’t like the idea?” His hands moved to my face.

“He’ll have to eventually deal with it.”

“But—“

“Trust me?”

“Of course, I trust you.”

“Good.” His smile turned brighter, almost excited. So big his dimple made an appearance. “Let’s shower and grab something to eat. We got stuff to do.” He grinned, and I didn’t even ask what.

I was okay with letting him surprise me.

Suddenly, the future felt a little brighter, and with hope that grew with every step I took while I followed him to the bathroom.

I was excited about the future, our future, together in a way that even though it had the potential to be messy, I knew everything would be okay.