The Mountain Man's Kitten - Thickwood CO

When she twists her fingertip and starts to push under the fabric, grinding her hips forward, I pull back, listening to her gasp, but I am resolute.

“Kissing. We are kissing and sleeping tonight.”

“But…” Her eyes search mine. “We’re right here.” She circles her hips against my pulsing cock. “I think one of your brains is saying a definite yes.”

“You’ll have to trust me. I know you barely know me, but I know you. Tonight, we sleep. I’ve dreamed of sleeping with you for three years, Kat.”

I give her one more deep kiss as she sighs and I hear a little annoyance, but I stay firm in my decision, knowing it’s right for us both.

“What else have you dreamed of?” She teases as I reach behind me and flick off the lamp.

I bring my lips to her ear, my hands on her body, and flip her over on her side as she gasps.

“Spooning. I’ve dreamed of spooning with you…”

As I tug her against me, her soft body trembles with a giggle and I think this is the happiest moment of my life.

So far.

Katarina

THERE’S A WICKED FLUTTER down deep as I remember the first sight of Miller’s swollen cock as he crouched down, comforting me after my thunderstorm panic attack.

The sound of a chainsaw buzzes in the cool morning and I stand at the window still wearing only his shirt, sipping the hot coffee he had waiting for me when I woke up.

He’s shirtless, down on the dirt drive, the chainsaw throwing scraps of wood up into the air and all around Miller. The summer sun isn’t at its peak, but I can see the way his body shines with sweat and the wood flutters in the air and sticks to his torso.

He kissed me in a way I thought was only something in books and movies. It only amped up what I wanted from him but also, his denying me has only made me want him more.

I would have given myself to him last night, I made that clear. The waiting has made me think about it all and maybe that was what he wanted.

I don’t just want to have sex with him.

I need it. I want him to pull my hair, to tell me what to do. I want to be put on my knees, held down, taken, torn, used and claimed.

I’ve thought about it. I was ashamed when the thoughts first came clear, thinking it was weak.

The feminists would heckle me hard.

But, no. It’s what I want. What I need. So, the choice is mine and if I want it how I want it, my power is still solidly with me no matter what someone else might think.

When I saw his erection, all I could think was, I don’t think they make condoms that big.

I set down the coffee, my hands drifting to the front of the t-shirt and I run them up and down as I watch him move. When I run my hands over my nipples, darts of pleasure seek out parts of me deep down in places I know are not activated just by lust.

This is more, and as much as I wanted him last night, he was right. This is better.

I play with Miss Muffet, who seems calm and happy once again. I find some string and wear her out as the sound of the chainsaw quiets, and she curls up in a chair, goes lights out and starts purring like she’s got her own tiny chainsaw running.

My phone buzzes, and I move across the room, picking it up from where I discarded it along with my clothes. It’s my dad, and I can’t help the grin that spreads over my face as I answer, imagining telling him where I spent last now…and how I spent it.

“Hey, honey, you’re not at home,” he says, and I roll my eyes.

“No, Dad, sometimes I’m not there. I do have a life.”

He chuckles. “No need to get sarcastic. I know you’re not working today so thought we’d spend the morning together…while my mechanics look over that rusty old dinghy you call a car.”

“Always an ulterior motive, huh?” I laugh.

He’s been telling me I need a new car for the past six months. And I know, if I’d let him, he’d give me a brand-new Mercedes or BMW off the car lot. But I’m stubborn. I’m making my own way in the world and I won’t let him grind me down. My old Ford Fiesta might not be much to look at, but it hasn’t let me down yet.

“I just worry about you driving around in that thing. These new cars have a lot of safety features that I think—”

“I’m stopping you right there, Dad. When I can afford a new car, I’ll get one. But that’s when I can afford it.”