Page 13 of The Mountain Man’s Retribution (Summer in the Pines #7)

Chapter Twelve

FAWN

“ A nd may I ride your cock? And take your seed?” I ask.

Bodie’s cheeks flush, and his eyes darken. “I’m clean, and I have condoms. But no babies yet. I want you to have more of a grasp on what you want from life before making a major life-changing decision like that.”

“Condoms?”

He searches my face before explaining, “A man slips a condom over his dick to keep from putting his seed in a woman’s belly.”

“But why?” I ask, horrified.

“Because sex comes with pleasure. Wonderful pleasures after the initial pain of the first time. When you’re not ready for a child, though, you can have the pleasures without the baby.”

I’ve never heard sex described this way, at least, not for the woman. All this time, because of the books I’ve read and the backwoods beliefs instilled in me, I saw a woman’s body as solely for the work of reproduction, not anything approaching bliss. It feels like a revelation.

“We have all the time in the world for the rest of it. As for now, I want to focus on your unbridled enjoyment.”

“Okay,” I say, confused.

He arches an eyebrow.

“I trust you,” I add quietly, a tumult swirling inside. Shouldn’t babies be what he wants above all else? Isn’t it the way of nature? But I have to trust this man, have faith in his intentions for me … for us.

Glancing into the back seat, he remarks, “The clothes and the coolers can wait. I need my little elf something fierce.”

Jumping out of the truck, rounding it, and opening my door, he pulls me into his arms, shutting it with his hip as I giggle.

I wrap my arms tightly around my giant, unable to grasp the change of my fortunes from a dirty, dark cabin to this light, airy, wonderful world.

I have been through hell to get to heaven.

I feel stuck in a dream, fearful I’ll wake back up in the dark, dank root cellar.

Bodie fumbles with the front door before leading me inside and to his bedroom. Taking me into his palatial bathroom, he sets me gently on my feet, explaining, “I want you in the bath. Nice and hot to relax you. Slippery and slick to make this easier.”

Need pulses through me, my pussy throbbing and dripping from the truck and his mouth.

I scramble out of my clothes as he runs the bath, turning to see me naked.

His face burns, his eyes sweltering as he looks at me.

Fixated on each inch of my body, he appreciates every curve as though memorizing me.

“You were made for me. Never have I wanted a woman more.” He groans, hurrying out of his tan T-shirt, revealing his stunning musculature.

I step forward, reaching out to touch his right arm, covered from the top of his shoulder to his wrist in elaborate tattoos.

Swirling roses and metal, bullets and guns, the tattoos of a warrior.

He hustles out of his jeans as I kiss his shoulder, the tip of my tongue tracing the lines of his ink and the planes of his muscles, tasting his salty flesh.

“Fawn.” He moans, urgent need in his voice as he slides out of his black boxer briefs, and I see his dick for the first time.

I cover my mouth, overwhelmed by his size, his rod straight and thick, virile and strong.

An angry vein runs down the shaft, bringing my eyes to his bulbous head, pink and smooth.

My mouth waters, noticing the dribble of cum on the tip.

He needs me so much that he can barely hold back.

Without thinking, I drop to my knees, licking his head and tasting the salty, metallic flavor of his need.

“Fuck.” He growls as I take him into my mouth, unsure of what I’m doing but determined to make him feel what I did in the truck.

His head falls back as I slide over him, my mouth mimicking what I know about a man’s hand over his rod.

I take him to the back of my throat, noticing the tremors of bliss that shiver through him each time he touches.

My hands come up, stroking and playing with his balls, heart flooding with the need to adore this man on my knees. His hand clamps against the back of my head, pushing himself deeper into my mouth, past my throat.

I choke, surprised by the move. Pulling back slightly, I look up, my eyes meeting his as he apologizes, “Sorry. Don’t want to push you too far. But goddamn, woman.”

Smiling, beaming with the pride of loving this giant of a man, a man who will never let anyone hurt me, I take him again, noticing how his hand still comes up.

Still grasps my head with a desperate urgency, but his touch is less insistent.

Relaxing my throat, I push him back to where he growls, and I fight not to gag, needing to please him as he pleases me.

“God, yes,” he cries as my hands find the backs of his strong, rippling thighs, gripping them as I bury him in my mouth again and again. I swirl my tongue around his rod, flick and tease it with my teeth and lips, and suck and swallow his head repeatedly.

“Yes!” he roars, hard as stone, taut and holding back. But I need to undo him, push him past the edge of reason into total rapture. One hand returns to his balls, and I notice with surprise as they clench, pulling up. He screams, filling my mouth with his cum.

His hand clings to the back of my head, thighs taut as I swallow for my life, wondering how much of him there is and hoping I can take it all.

For his pleasure. For my own. For the future we can build together.

Great tremors shake the giant until his throbbing cock stops filling my mouth. I ease back, noticing how his body shakes at the feel of my lips and tongue against his length and head.

Pulling me to my feet, face awash in pleasure and eyes soft and sated, he kisses my mouth greedily, swiping into me and tasting himself on my lips.

“Did you like that?” I ask between kisses and fast-caught breaths, pulling a satisfied growl from his chest.

“Yes, Fawn. It was amazing. Fuck!” He wraps me in his arms and melts around me, his body still shaking and his breath coming in greedy gulps. “I don’t know what the fuck I did to deserve you. But damn, woman. You are perfection.”

My smile blossoms, my heart bursting at his words. Never will I get tired of pleasing this man.

Moments pass. I don’t know how long. Lifting his head and glancing towards the bath, Bodie finally whispers, “I want you in the water now. To make you mine.”

I nod, contented to be in his arms, to feel his strength wrap around me. I will never fear anything again so long as Bodie is with me.

He climbs in the water, the burly angles and planes of his body rippling as he takes my hand, leading me in to sit in front of him.

I’ve never taken a bath, and sinking into the water feels amazing, a relaxing bliss as he strokes and massages my shoulders and back, covering every place he touches in ardent kisses.

I sit between his legs in love with the feel of his dick growing rock-hard pressed against my ass as he kisses my arms from my shoulders to my fingertips, licking and revering me.

I turn in his arms, and his head dips, taking one pink-tipped nipple in his mouth.

His big hands massage my tits, making my breath stutter.

He sucks me hard, to the point of pain before releasing the tension, nipping and licking me with tender touches, then pulling back and blowing on the pebbled surface.

“Bodie,” I cry, body arching toward the wild man as he teases and flicks me until my pussy gulps greedily, and I feel ready to explode. “Please,” I beg. “Let me have your cock. I need you so much.”

His earthy eyes swirl with hunger as he grabs a square of paper next to him that he pulled from beneath the sink cabinet earlier, tearing it open and pulling out a round of rubber.

“What is that?” I ask, leaning forward to touch it.

“A condom,” he says, letting me hold it.

“But how will it fit over that?” I ask, eyes dropping to his thick rod beneath the water.

“Let me show you,” the burly mountain man says, slowly unrolling an inch, as my eyes widen.

“You want to help me put it on?” he asks, eyeing me.

Although I feel ambivalent about this thing that doesn’t seem quite natural, I have to trust Bodie like I want him to trust me.

“Yes,” I say, raising my chin confidently.

He slides it over his large, bulbous head, already hard and ready to go again, staring at me. “Well?”

“Well what?” I ask, scrunching my nose.

“He’s not going to bite. Get those dainty fingers of yours over here. He belongs to you now, you know.” My cheeks burn, an ear-to-ear grin capturing my lips. Bodie chuckles deep in his chest.

The giant helps me unroll the impossibly thin sheath over his rock-hard dick as I work hard not to give up on the whole thing and take him in my mouth again. I cannot get enough of his manhood, his strength, one of the many things about him that makes me feel safe, secure, and loved.

“Good,” he praises as I slide the rubber to the base of his rod, eyeing him for approval. “Now climb up on me for I’ve been a patient man, but I need you, little elf, more than any other fucking thing on this planet.”

My cheeks glow, joy pounding through me as he lifts my hips, encouraging me to straddle him.

I sit atop him, his wrapped rod digging into the soft skin of my inner thigh.

Shivers of electricity slide between us as anticipation builds, my pussy already throbbing for him again, greedy despite the pleasures of the truck.

Pulling me tightly into his slippery, wet arms, he kisses me breathless, stroking my tongue, invading my mouth, and setting the pace for what comes next.

Between kisses, he orders, “Hold onto my neck, and take me at your own pace.”

I nod, sliding over the head of his cock. The stretch shocks me, mind instantly numbed by the painful sensations. I slide back and forth tentatively, working him deeper with each pass, biting my bottom lip and whimpering as our eyes lock.

“Patience,” he whispers. “It doesn’t have to be all at once. This cock’s not going anywhere, and it’s all yours, Fawn.” Leaning in to kiss the shell of my ear, he whispers, “We can take our time. Savor the feel of each other every step of the way. There’s no rush.”

Sinking his hand between our bodies, he finds my clit, circling it with fast sweeping motions of his thumb. The movements unwind me, pushing me closer to the edge of bliss.

My breath catches in my throat, heart racing as he alternates circles with back and forth and up and down strokes. His expert thumb spins and twirls me mindless.

His mouth dips to my tits, seizing a nipple to tease and suck between his teeth. He laps and licks me, working me into a frenzy, my body surrendering to the magic of his touch as he whispers words of adoration against my sizzling flesh: beautiful, stunning, heavenly, perfection.

My heart soars as my body flies. Bodie’s a man possessed—not by some terrifying, cruel devil—but by love. Swirling around my areola, nipping and humming, he nudges me to the precipice of euphoria. I can’t think. I can’t breathe. I’m pure feeling, vibrant colors, a swirl of being, bursting energy.

He transforms my attempts to take his cock from a painful impossibility to teasing, aching, pussy-melting ecstasy. I float and fly heavenward as his other hand grips my hip, sliding a little deeper with each stroke. Pain melds with pleasure, our breaths racing together as rapture floods his face.

“Your pussy is so good, my little elf. Too fucking perfect.”

“I need you so much,” I gasp, feeling my channel greedily gulp and spasm as his rhythmic thumb and fast-paced thrusts mercilessly drive me over the cliff of satisfaction. My orgasm levels me, lower ab muscles jumping and clenching as I cry, “Bodie, yes!”

Pleasure rains around me, mixed with the pain of his demanding thrusts.

He grabs my hips with both hands, smashing through the small flesh barrier keeping us apart.

Driving into me hard, fully seated inside me, he screams my name, his eyes rolling back into his head as his body trembles, caught in feral pulses of release.

“Fawn,” he growls, surrendering as he spasms, eyes closed and ecstasy etched on his face, coming hard.

I cling to his neck, kissing it as tears run down my face. His mouth finds my cheeks, swiping away the salty trails, swapping discomfort for desire, before parting my lips as he possesses me with penetrating, breath-stealing strokes of his tongue.

“That pleasure is yours to claim every day, my little elf,” he pledges, caressing my back and holding me firmly against his chest where his heart beats wildly.

I thread my fingers through his thick hair, stroking his bearded cheeks and kissing him repeatedly. “Because you are mine, and I am yours.”