Matched to the Mountain Man: Seeking Curves - Page 14

"Speaking of firsts," she says.

I step toward her, running my hands over her bare arms. "I remember what you said outside the restaurant," I tell her.

"Right. I forgot for a moment that I told you I was a virgin already."

"You forgot that, huh?"

She closes her eyes. Her lashes are long. God, she's beautiful. I run my hands through her long, dark hair. "Story, I'm sorry your life's been hard. Some of the stuff you told me at dinner, I feel honored that you opened up to me like that. Sounds like you've been alone for a long ass time."

"Hey, it's not so bad," she says softly. “I've made it out standing."

"But maybe you get tired sometimes of holding your head up all on your own."

She opens her eyes, looking at me. "Don't you ever get tired, being all by yourself out in the woods?"

I nod. "I do get lonely," I say. "That's why I wanted to go out tonight. I felt like I was going crazy. When my mom told me that I ought to go to the restaurant, I thought maybe she was right. Maybe I had been alone too long."

"You always involve your mama in your love life?"

I shake my head, "No. She didn't even know I was calling Helena."

"I'm glad you did," she says.

"I'm glad I did, too." I kiss her again, this time softer, longer. I draw her close to me and yes, my cock is hard, but my heart, it's soft. Soft in ways I wasn't expecting. When she whimpers against me, I know that this night means something more than I was expecting. Yes, it was something I was longing for, but it wasn't something I was exactly expecting to have happen, to feel.

"Oh Truett," she says, "if I wake up and this is all over, it'll have been worth it."

"Don't tell me that," I tell her. "Why are you so certain that you're not going to get the fairy tale ending?"

"I don't know if I'm a Cinderella kind of girl," she says.

"I think you're the kind of girl who deserves a happily ever after. Your name's Story, after all."

She smiles, then takes my hand, leading me to her bedroom. "You know, I still need a proper dessert," I tell her. “That cake really did not cut it.”

She lifts an eyebrow. "You telling me to get in the kitchen and whip you something up?"

I shake my head. "No, I'm not," I tell her. My hand is on the zipper of her dress, teasing it down. "I need to see you naked. I need to feast on you and you alone. Do you understand me?"

She nods slowly as the dress falls to the floor. She's in nothing but a strapless bra and a pair of panties. She lies down on the bed and I get to my knees, drawing her hips to the edge. "I'm going to lick your pussy. Do you understand?"

Her head's under a pillow and she nods, her eyes on mine. "I'll beg if I have to," she says.

"Oh, I won't make you beg. I'm going to make you come, though. Hard. I'm going to make you scream. I'm going to make you ask for more. Considering how good you smell, I can only imagine how good you taste."

I tease down her panties and I spread open her knees. I dip my mouth to her pussy, running my tongue over her lips, sweet and wet. Fuck, she smells good, tastes good, too. Vanilla frosting, like a birthday cake.

"God," I groan, as I run my tongue over her, sucking her nice and hard. She drips for me. Nice and juicy. Tight, too. I want to finger her good, up and down, in and out. I draw her leg over my shoulder, needing to get in deeper, further, taste her as best I can.

"Oh, God," she moans, her back arching, her core tightening. I run a finger up and down her wet slit. "I've never had anyone… I've never been touched. Truett, you're my first."

"Fuck, baby," I groan, fingering her more deeply. One finger, then a second. She's so nice and tight. My cock, it aches in my pants and I'm desperate to fill her up, deep and hard, swift. Forever.

I know her sweet cunt needs to open up nice and slow, like a flower, because these petals, they're innocent, delicate, but damn ready to bloom.

"Oh, God," she whimpers. "Oh, God. I'm coming."

But she's not just coming. Oh, fuck, it's my lucky day. I thank my fucking stars. She's not just coming, she's squirting. Oh, God. So much juice, all for me. She has no fucking clue, either. My girl, she's a gusher and she's making me so fucking hard. I'm going to come in my pants and she has no idea. I feel my cock go rigid, aching, my balls heavy, bursting at the seams of my trousers.

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