Page 12 of The Mountain Man’s Unexpected Bride (Mountain Man Sanctuary #5)

Savannah

I t's a beautiful afternoon for a birthday party. My hot-as-fuck mountain man is turning thirty-six, and I can't wait to celebrate with family and friends. I've become fast friends with Brock's uncle, but only after he apologized profusely for having a part in the whole contract thing.

He's actually manning the grill because I don't want the birthday boy to do it. I want him to enjoy this day to the fullest. We're getting married around Christmas this year over at Woodland Falls, and I'm bursting out of my seams from excitement.

Sam and Erika have become my besties, and we get together at least once a week to gossip and just have fun. And I do have fun with everything I do. I've been trying out hobbies, but nothing seems to stick just yet. I did crochet and quilting, and scrapbooking so far.

Brock doesn't complain one bit about the mess I make with every new project, and he encourages me to try anything and everything. When it comes down to toasting the birthday boy, I'm the first one in line.

"Everyone, thank you so much for taking the time to come celebrate with us. Today is an amazing day because it's Brock's birthday. Yes, he's getting older, and he's already ranted quite a bit about that earlier in the day, but I just think he's getting better with age."

"I'm so lucky to be here with him and to soon become his wife."

Cheers burst out all around us, and I blush because, hell yeah, I'm getting married to this hot, sexy man who saved my life. We spend the rest of the party holding hands and whispering naughty words to one another.

So it's no surprise to me that when everyone leaves, Brock pulls me over his shoulder and takes me inside the house. I burst into a fit of giggles and am almost dizzy with joy. He finally puts me down in the kitchen and lifts me up onto the counter.

"I've been wanting a taste of you all afternoon, princess."

"Oh yeah?"

"And you with this skirt. All I could think about was how easy it would be to just lift it up and take you from behind while everyone was laughing and celebrating around us."

He grabs my ankles and starts moving his hands up and up. He doesn't know I have an unexpected surprise for him.

"Kinky."

When his hands reach my core, he actually growls.

"Fuck, you're not wearing any panties! Have you been like this all afternoon?"

"I can be kinky too."

Before I know it, his head is between my legs and he starts eating me out like a starving man. I lean back on my arms and just enjoy the pleasure he's giving me. His talented tongue goes up and down my pussy, from my clit to my entrance.

I love it when he teases my entrance, and I start to whimper, my cries begging for more. He teases and tortures me endlessly while I melt in his arms.

"Brock, please, I need you."

He ignores my pleas and keeps up his pleasurable attack between my legs. When he teases my asshole with his thumb I almost jump off the counter.

"What?"

"Just relax, princess," is all he says as he goes back to what he's doing so, so well.

His beard is wet with my juices, and he looks practically feral. Each lick gets me closer and closer to the precipice. I let myself go, trusting this man that I love so much and who loves me just as fiercely in return.

"Brock, I'm coming!"

"That's it, princess. Come all over my face."

I love that! I love fucking his face until I come all over him. He's taught me how to be wanton and free in our intimacy, and I revel in the feelings his touch creates on my body. Soon, I feel my pussy pulsating and even though it's an amazing feeling, I miss having his cock inside me when I come.

My moans fill the cabin as I explode under his careful ministrations, and my body starts to tremble.

"That's it, my beautiful princess. Are you ready for me to fuck you?"

I'd say 'yes', but I'm not completely sure that I can move from this position right now. I'm putty in his hands, and when he picks me up from the counter and sets me down, I let him. He gives me a passionate kiss as he undresses me.

Once I'm naked, he starts stroking my body, awakening the embers of my passion. I respond the way I always do because it's him, the love of my life. My body just knows him, and I grab his shirt and pull him to me.

When we break off, I look up to see his beautiful eyes — eyes that are now showing me how wild with desire he is for me.

"I need to fuck you, princess."

He turns me around and has me place my hands on top of the counter. I don't mind his manhandling because he manages to do it as gently as possible. When he pushes me forward, my breasts get a shock of cold from the cool marble of the counter.

Warm open-mouthed kisses are placed down my back, and I shiver when he licks me up and down my crack. Brock is obsessed with my ass and I find it equally hot. He makes me spread my legs wide and teases my pussy with his fingers.

"You're so wet and ready for me. You're amazing, Savannah."

"Brock, please. I need you inside me."

He places a reverent kiss on my pussy and I feel him as he gets up and unzips his jeans. That sound is heaven to me and soon I feel his thick head teasing my slit. It glides up and down easily because of how slick I am and I wiggle my ass so that he gets with the program.

"Inside me now, Brock."

"Yes, ma'am."

I feel his hot breath in my ear, and it sends shivers up and down my body. His hard cock presses against my entrance and I wait with bated breath until I feel him slide right into me. That first thrust is heaven, and I allow myself to relax knowing we're now intimately connected.

"Is this what you wanted, princess?"

"Yes, Brock, but you need to move."

He's teasing me right now, and I'm not sure I can take it. I push my hips back to encourage him and hear him grunt in surprise. Two can play at this game.

"You're not in charge here, princess, I am."

That makes me laugh out loud. He's crazy if he thinks he's got the upper hand in this sexual interlude.

"Then make me submit to you, by fucking me hard."

"Fuck."

That's all he says as he starts moving in and out of me.

Each thrust goes deep inside me, and I love the feeling of being filled by him.

I'm pushed forward bit by bit until I'm almost on my tip toes.

My nipples are hard as pebbles against the marble counter, and I feel myself being pulled towards that beautiful precipice that is my climax.

He stops for a minute, and I sense him getting rid of his t-shirt. He puts an arm around my middle and pulls me back against him. I love this skin-to-skin feeling and it allows him to touch my breasts and play with my clit.

And that's exactly what I need to go over the edge. Every sensation is focused on our joined bodies and I tense up as my pussy starts convulsing all around my lover's cock. I cry out as the waves of pleasure go through me and reach back to kiss Brock.

He rides me through the mind-blowing orgasm, but my pussy is still pulsating around him.

"Yes, Savannah, I'm going to fill you up with my cum."

Brock always keeps his promises, and this time is no different. I feel his jerks behind me as he spurts his seed deep inside my channel. My mind immediately wonders if we've just made a baby. Brock's hold on me falters a little bit after his release, but I don't mind having his weight against me.

He places a kiss on my shoulder and holds me tight once more.

"I love you, Savannah."

"I love you, too, Brock."

He takes me to the shower and we clean each other, only to get dirty many times over during the night. I'm right where I'm meant to be. In Brock's arms.