Branded By The Mountain Man (Thickwood CO)

I’m about to blow, I can’t hold back any longer.

“Come for me, Sunshine,” I demand, moving one hand from her hip, to slide my finger down the wet valley of her ass and finding that little rosette opening and pushing just the tip inside of her. Her hold body shakes beneath me and my finger slips in deeper, that ring of muscle giving away to let me in. Someday soon, I’m going to fuck that ass. She’s too receptive not to. She likes this.

As Ophelia cries out in pleasure, I come deep inside of her. Jet after jet escapes, overfilling her sweet pussy. She drops down, legs giving out. I go with her, curling to the side, trying not to give her all of my weight.

I pull her body into me, holding her, unable to lose this last connection with her.

“Fuck, honey. I’m never letting you go,” I groan, not caring what that might reveal. I kiss the side of her neck, thankful that I’m still inside of her pussy. I don’t want to give that up, just yet.

“I can’t feel my legs, so I don’t think I’m going anywhere,” she jokes, breathlessly.

“I’m going to run us a shower to clean up,” I murmur.

“No,” she says, shaking her head and angling her head to look at me. “Don’t leave me, Braden. I want to lay just like this. I want you… just like this.”

“Anything you want, Sunshine. I’ll give you anything.” I vow and then I maneuver so that I can kiss her. “Anything you want,” I repeat against her lips, before plunging inside.

I’ll never get enough of her.15Ophelia“Are you okay?” Braden asks, kissing my shoulder, and up the side of my neck. I smile, my body aching, but only in the most delicious of ways. Braden is spooning me, holding me close as if I was something precious to him and right now that’s exactly what I feel like.

I roll over to my side and look up at the man who just made love to me so intently that I know I’ll never be the same again.

“I’m good,” I whisper, my voice hoarse—probably from crying out his name so loudly. “Don’t I look good?”

“You look better than good. I want to eat you up with a damn spoon,” he rumbles, leaning down to kiss me. His long hair caresses my chest, teasing my breasts, sending chills over my body.

“That sounds promising,” I laugh, as he captures some of my hair in his hand.

“I may need a little bit of recovery time,” he jokes, but I can already feel his hard cock pressing against me as he moves to hover over me and look down at me.

“You’re so fucking perfect, Sunshine.”

“I think that’s my line,” I respond my fingers moving over his face, following an invisible line down his neck and chest, loving that I have the freedom now to finally touch him like I’ve been wanting to for the last week.

“I’m far from perfect. You can’t have missed the scars or how bad some of them are, Ophelia.”

I know this is a touchy subject for him. I need to proceed carefully. I don’t want to make light of this issue, because I know it bothers him. He brings it up too often. Plus, having lived through something that put this many horrible scars on your body, has to be hard.

“I’ve seen them, but they don’t bother me, and they shouldn’t you.”

“Ophelia—”

“Braden, did I act like they bothered me while you made love to me?”

“No.”

“Because I didn’t. The scars are just scars. It’s the man I want. Only a horribly superficial person would see your scars and not the man you are. Bodies change all the time and rarely for the better. As we get older, anything the world might call beauty fades. It’s what shines from the inside that matters most, and you shine so bright Braden, that you manage to warm spots in me I forgot were even there.”

“I feel the same, Ophelia. Why do you think I gave you the nickname, Sunshine?”

“I assumed because of my naturally bubbly personality,” I joke.

“Well there is that, but because you brighten up the darkness that had taken me over. I don’t want you to leave, Ophelia. I need you to stay. I know you think this is quick—”

“Try warp speed,” I joke and when he smiles, my heart squeezes in my chest.

“Take a week, a month, hell even a year if you need it, but I’m going to prove to you that you belong with me.”

“I don’t want to go anywhere,” I admit. I almost tell him that I love him, but I hold off. What we just shared was beautiful, but I don’t want Braden to feel rushed to share how he truly feels about me. Maybe someday he will love me like I do him. Hopefully that’s not too much to ask for. It’s still so new and despite what he says, it has happened quick. I’m almost afraid to trust it.