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Chapter nineteen

A secret given is still as sweet

Mason

Seeing her come undone, feeling her squeeze my fingers so hard I nearly couldn’t move them, it almost causes me to make a mess in my jeans.

The need to be inside of her is becoming impossible to fight. She’s so wet, she’s dripping onto the canvas of my bedroll.

I may never wash it again, so I can always have the lingering perfume of her sweet juices to sleep with.

The relief I feel when I unbuckle my belt and unzip my fly to release my leaking cock is indescribable.

Tasting the frenzy of her desire, savoring the building moan that crests from her lips, I never dreamed she would be this exquisite.

Her fingers dig into my hair as she tries to tug me to her. “Please,” she whispers with her chin jutting to the moonlit sky.

Making myself go slowly, I kiss and nibble my way up her quivering belly. A nip just below her navel. A long swirling pause at each of her pebbled nipples. Pressing my tongue against the rapid pulse of her neck, my body moves up her sweat-slicked skin until the head of my throbbing cock nestles into the soaked hollow between her thighs.

Pausing, my lips find hers, and I share the delicate flavor of her. My fingers knot in her hair as I deepen our kiss. I want to pour every thought of her, every pent up moment of longing into this.

My hips make tiny movements, minute pushes and withdrawals, working myself ever deeper.

I know I’m not a small man. Maybe one day I’ll be able to drive into her with all of the force and passion that I want to show her.

But, tonight, she needs my patience as much as I need her acceptance.

She knows I’ve been a broken man. And, yet, she sought me out.

Fuck, she’s so tight.

I'm barely halfway and she’s squeezing me like a vise.

Her head throws back and that lower lip curls between her teeth when I feel her heels dig behind my knees.

With knitted brows, her fingers claw at my back, urging me faster.

Taking a long stroke back, I drive in, sinking fully within her.

She gives a sharp cry, and her body stiffens, seizing me with her walls. “So…big,” she pants.

God damn.

The pressure in my belly is almost too much to bear.

I can’t. Not yet.

I want her to come with me.

Finding her neck with my mouth, I nip at the tender skin as I pull out and push in again.

By the next stroke, she’s relaxing enough that her hands feather across my shoulders.

“You okay?” I don’t want to hurt her. But, she feels so fucking good, my calves are quivering as I fight myself from letting loose and rutting into her.

Her eyes slit open, and a small smile turns up the corner of her puffy lips. “I am. Don’t stop.” Moving her palms down, she pulls at my hips and rolls her waist to meet my thrusts.

It doesn’t take long before her breathy pants turn into rising moans as our rhythm increases. My cock buries deep, faster and faster until her head begins to turn to the side and a flush works up her throat to envelop her cheeks.

I can feel her body tightening, her grip shaking, her legs trembling around me.

My own belly tenses as the fervor begins to take hold.

Sweeping down her glistening body, my thumb finds her rigid clit, making her buck beneath me as she screams and clamps down.

Violently, her pussy convulses around me as she orgasms.

Her climax rips a roar from my chest as I spurt weeks of yearning into her. My release borders on agony as her contractions milk me dry and yet squeeze me like she’s begging for more.

A blissful high leaves me gasping with my lips pressing her jaw.

Panting, I roll to the side and pull her to lay across me, letting my softening dick slip free from her hot embrace.

For now.

I just need a minute.

Her breathing sends ripples through the fine hairs on my chest as one of her fingers traces a fiery path over my pounding heart.

“So—” My voice comes out hoarse. “—if I write you more poems, you’ll come find me out on range?”

She giggles, sending a tickle down my side.

“I like that idea,” she says quietly. “I’ve never had someone write one for me before.”

Running my palm up and down her back, she shivers and snuggles tighter against me. It makes me notice the coolness in the air for the first time since she arrived.

I press a long kiss to the top of her head. I don’t want to move because there’s a little piece of me that worries she’s going to get up and run away if I do.

But, I don’t want us to freeze either. The fire should be fine for a few hours, but the chill of night is starting to set in.

Untangling myself, I hug her close and roll us so I can pull the sleeping bag beneath us open. Thankfully, it’s already warm inside from the heat of our bodies.

I tug her thigh back up so it’s draped across mine and nestle her head onto my chest. “Better?”

She makes a soft noise as she nods.

For the first time in over ten years, I drift asleep easily.

My bladder wakes me up.

How did I get so lucky to have this beautiful woman naked in my bed?

Her blond lashes flutter against her cheeks when I pull my arm from beneath her and slide out from under the edges of the sleeping bag.

Fuck. it’s cold when I don’t have clothes on.

Cupping my dick to avoid cinders hitting it, I toss a couple of logs on the glowing embers of the dying fire.

Once the flames start to rise along the edges and illuminate the small clearing, I tenderfoot it across the stones back to my woman.

Mine.

I’ve been fighting it, but I’m done with that.

It feels too right.

In the growing glow of the fire, I see something I didn’t earlier.

A small stain on the tan of the bedroll.

Is that…blood?

She isn’t on her period, I’d have known that right away.

The chill in the air sinks into my bones.

I know what that is, but why?

Why did she choose me?

She has a whole new level of admiration from me. The balls it took for her to saddle up and come out here, not knowing what was in store.

I’ll be damned if it doesn’t make my cock twitch and harden.

I’m her first.

Peeling back the blanket, I’m drawn to the heat of her body.

She stirs with my touch. Her eyes flare wide, but she calms with a lazy smile when she reaches out and pulls herself close to me.

“You’re cold.” Her searing palm flattens over my belly, then trails up to sit in the center of my chest.

“You can warm me up.” My hand covers hers and I push it down so her fingers wrap over my rigid cock.

When she giggles, I tilt her chin up to touch her lips with mine, then frame her cheeks with my thumbs. “Why didn’t you tell me that I’m your first?”

Her brows knit and she pulls the corner of her mouth between her teeth. “I didn’t want it to be a thing.” She looks away into the darkness. “I was worried that you’d stop if you knew.” “I would have been more gentle. I hope I didn’t hurt you.” I wince as I remember the expression of pain that flickered across her face.

That must have been the moment.

Her features soften and she turns to kiss my wrist before her hand tightens around my shaft. “It wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be.”

I can’t stop the chuckle that works its way out. “That makes me feel so much better knowing I was mediocre at best.”

She joins me in a laugh. “No, I didn’t mean it like that!” The firelight shows a tinge of pink working its way up her throat before she whispers. “You made me feel good.”

My hands work their way down her hips to pull her over me. “Then, let me make you feel incredible. But, promise me you’ll stop if you’re sore.”

Her taut nipples leave matching trails of fire as she shifts her pelvis further until the head of my hard dick is pressed against her already wet slit.

“I promise,” she breathes, lowering herself onto me.