Page 8 of The Mountain Man’s Unexpected Bride (Mountain Man Sanctuary #5)

Savannah

T he day has been full of emotions and new sensations, and I'm exhausted.

As soon as we get home, I head in to shower and change into one of the cute pajamas I bought on our shopping spree the day we met.

It's a simple cami and shorts, but the fabric is so soft against my skin that it almost tingles.

That gets me thinking about Brock's kisses and how my body reacts with every touch of his. I look at myself in the mirror and see a woman I don't recognize. I've changed in just these past few days. Discovering my sexuality is a big part of it.

I place my hands over my breasts, feeling how full they are. My thumbs go back and forth over the curves, and I feel my nipples react to the attention. What would it feel like for Brock to kiss and lick my breasts? That mouth of his is so talented, I bet he'd have me whimpering again in no time.

My hands go down my body, and I imagine it being Brock's hands doing this instead of mine. When I reach my shorts, I hesitate. Should I explore? Should I give myself to the fantasy of having Brock touch me everywhere?

I decide that yes, that's what I want, and let one hand go inside my shorts. I'm not sure what to do, so I let my body and my feelings guide me. I tease that vulnerable spot between my legs, and my mouth opens with the new sensations.

My fingers run through my slit and I realize I'm wet again, like I was when Brock kissed me with such abandon. I let my fingers slide through the slick juice and tease myself. A moan comes out of me, and I hear something behind me.

I open my eyes – I don't know when I closed them – and look in the mirror. Brock is reflected there, mouth open, and if I'm correct, hard as steel. We're both in shock, and no one moves for a minute. Our eyes are locked in a gaze through the reflection in the mirror.

Brock walks behind me and puts his hands on my shoulders. I love how expressive his dark onyx eyes can be, and I know he wants me more than anything right now.

"What were you doing, princess?"

"I…you make me feel things when you kiss me."

"That's the normal response of your body."

"Is that your assessment as a doctor?"

"This is the man talking, and watching you touch yourself was the sexiest thing I've ever seen."

"I'd rather it be you touching me."

"We'll both do it. Come to the bed."

He pulls me towards the bed, and before I lie down, he carefully takes my PJs off. I know I'm supposed to be shy about being naked in front of him, but the opposite is true. I feel emboldened and full of mischief. I want to learn everything he has to teach about being intimate with another person.

I watch in awe as he takes off his own clothes. His body is chiseled, tanned, and just perfect. I want to bite him and lick him from head to toe. To my dismay, he keeps his boxer shorts on. I wanted to see everything. I will myself to be patient and allow him to guide me onto the bed.

When I'm lying down, I look up at him and wonder if we'll keep this heat between us throughout our married life. Brock sits down beside me and strokes my hair. He's being so gentle as if he doesn't want to spook me.

The thing is, I'm not going anywhere. This is exactly where I want to be.

"Touch your breasts, princess."

"But…"

"Do it, for me, please."

I look into his expectant face and immediately relent. My hands move to my breasts, and I caress them tenderly. They fit well in my hand, and my lower body responds immediately to my touch.

"How does that feel?"

"It feels good, and it's making me wet."

"Good, don't stop. Maybe play with your nipples."

His hand goes to my knees, and he gently pushes my legs apart. This feels more intimate, and my body tenses.

"Relax, princess. I won't hurt you." He runs his hand up and down my inner thigh, just teasing my pussy. "God, you're so beautiful."

"Touch me, Brock."

"Is that what you want, princess?"

I start gently squeezing my nipples and realize I just might start begging my soon-to-be husband to make love to me.

"I want to be as close to you as possible. I want skin on skin. I need to feel you against me, Brock."

"Such a greedy little princess. I love it."

A shiver goes through me at the word love, but I push all the emotions aside. This is just about sex, about being intimate with one another. His touch on my leg becomes bolder as he brushes my soft curls with his fingers.

I'm already slick with arousal, and when he parts my lips with his talented fingers, they glide easily.

The feeling makes my hips roll upward, and I almost stop touching my breasts.

It's so intense having him caress me. It's so different than when I touched myself.

Perhaps it's because his hands are rough from hard work, and even though he's being gentle, I can feel his calluses.

The feeling makes me hot all over, and I start to burn for him.

"That's it, princess. Let yourself go. Feel everything that's happening to your body right now."

This man wants me to let go, and truth be told, I don't need any more encouragement than that. I push my hips against his hand, needy for more stimulation. He chuckles at my attempt to get him to keep touching me, but thankfully, he starts teasing my slit.

Up and down his fingers go, and when he brushes against my intimate nub, I almost jump off the bed. The feeling is so intense, I want to back off from it, but at the same time, I want more of it. I didn't know sex was so complicated.

"I love how wet you are for me, princess. It's making me a little crazy."

"Brock, I need more."

"You want my cock inside you?"

"Yes!"

"I need to prepare you first, princess. Stretch that tight little pussy of yours, so that when I make you mine, you only feel pleasure."

His fingers continue torturing me until I feel them tease my entrance. A deep need immediately goes through me, and I realize what I've been hungering for since our first kiss. When his finger enters me, I feel relief.

Because I'm so wet, his finger slides right in, but as soon as he tries to penetrate me with two digits things start to feel tight and I realize he knows what he's doing when he tells me he wants to prepare me for his hard cock —a cock that looks plenty big through his boxers.

As his fingers thrust in and out, it's not long before I'm rocking like a wild woman against his hand. Whimpers come out of my mouth without me knowing it, and my hands are at my sides, grabbing the bedding for something to hold on to.

"Brock, don't stop. That feels so good."

His eyes have this feral look on them, and I know he'll be inside me sooner than I expect. He doesn't stop finger fucking me, though. He keeps going in a rhythm that I know is going to kill me. Pretty soon, I'm on the edge of…something.

All I know is I want more of that something. I close my eyes and reach for it, and before I know it, pleasure overwhelms me and I'm screaming out Brock's name. The pleasure goes on and on, and Brock doesn't stop until I'm shaking and trembling on the bed.

I feel the bed move and realize Brock is lying beside me. I don't know why, but I can't open my eyes. This man just gave me an incredible experience, and I'm feeling a little shy all of a sudden.

"Open your eyes, princess."

I feel his fingers touch my lips, and I instinctively lick them. Is that what I taste like? Goosebumps burst all over my skin, and I slowly open my eyes. He's on his side, looking down at me, and I have the decency to blush.

"That was amazing, Brock."

"That's only the beginning. You look so sexy when you come for me, princess."

I give him a smile and take a second to check him out. His cock is practically bursting out of his boxers and I can tell he's not as calm and collected as he'd have me believe.

"What about you?"

"You're all that matters."

"I'm serious, Brock."

"So am I."

He leans down and starts kissing me. The intensity of the kiss could probably make me come again in a heartbeat. I try to pull him down to me, but he resists me. He takes that moment to get his boxers off and I watch in delight as his hard cock comes bouncing out.

I reach for it and am a little surprised that he lets me take him in hand. I stroke it tentatively and watch him close his eyes and throw his head back with a loud groan. I do this a few more times until I see liquid coming out of the tip. I lower my head and lick it with my tongue.

"Oh god, no. Don't do that, princess. I'll never get to fuck you if you keep that up."

I give him a sexy smile, but I stop doing what I’m doing because I want him inside me, badly. He pushes me gently back on the pillow and gets between my legs. He's holding his weight with his arms, but I love that part of his weight is on me and his cock is right at my entrance.

Sensing his hesitation, I place my hand on his bearded face and give him my truth.

"I want to be yours, Brock."

"I'll go slow."

"Don't."

"I don't want to hurt you, Savannah."

"You won't."

He uses the head of his cock to tease my entrance, then he slides it up and down my slit. It's complete torture, and it gets me whimpering once again. I look up at him, and he seems to be so caught up in trying not to hurt me that his body is tight like a guitar string.

I run my hands up and down his back, trying to soothe this beast of a man who is more careful than anyone has ever been with me.

"I'm ready, Brock. Make me yours."

He struggles with the decision, but I lift up my head and give him a tender kiss on the lips.

That seems to change his mind, and then he starts pushing inch by inch into my hot, wet channel.

I have to be honest, there's an uncomfortable pressure as he fills me up, but I relax into it and start enjoying the feeling of fullness that having his cock inside gives me.

Gentleman that he is, he stays still for a minute while I get used to him. I start soothing him again, rubbing my hands up and down his back and even daring to grab his delicious tight ass. Soon, my hips need to move, and I need Brock to cooperate.

"Brock, I need you to move."

"You want me to stop?"

"No, I want you to start moving. It's starting to feel really good having you inside me."

"Princess, I don't know if I can control myself."

"Then don't. I want you wild, my beautiful mountain man."

We kiss again, and he starts thrusting in and out of me. He goes slow at first, keeping a slow rhythm that I'm sure is intended to drive me insane. As the pleasure starts gaining traction once again between my legs, my moans start coming out louder and louder.

The sound of my cries seems to encourage Brock, and he starts plunging inside me harder and harder. The base of his cock grinds against my clit every time he's deep inside me and before I know it I'm right at that edge that will take me to utter and complete bliss.

"Oh god. It's happening again, Brock."

"Yes, princess. Let yourself go. Come for me again."

His words push me over the edge and my pussy starts convulsing around his cock. I can't help myself and scratch his back like a wildcat with all the pleasure I'm experiencing.

"Brock, please."

I'm not sure what I'm asking of him, but he's still plunging hard and fast into me. I'm literally melting into the bedding, and I feel beads of sweat drop from his forehead into mine. Before long, he lowers his head so that our foreheads are touching, and he's growling like a grizzly.

That's when I feel it. A few jerks and then there's something warm inside me, filling me up.

That's what I needed. I needed to feel him fill me up with his seed.

I needed all of him. When he stops his movements, I put my arms around him.

I want to feel how fast his heart is beating and let his flaming body burn my own.

"I'm going to crush you. Let me lie down beside you."

I reluctantly let him go, and he plops next to me. Then I feel him pull me towards him and position my body on top of him, like I'm a doll he can manhandle. I don't mind it, though. This, between us, was amazing, and I can't wait for it to happen again.