Page 13 of Ensnared By the Mountain Man

I pull back just enough to look at her. Her breasts are generous—full and soft—nipples already tight from the cool air and the way she’s breathing. I stare for a heartbeat, reverent, before I cup them in my palms, feeling their weight.

She arches into my touch with a soft sound, and I kiss her again, deeper this time, rolling my thumbs over the sensitive tips until they pebble harder under me. She sighs against my mouth, sweet and needy, but then her hands press against my chest and she breaks the kiss.

“Elias…there’s something I have to tell you,” she whispers, voice trembling. “I’ve never done this before.”

The words hit me like a spark in dry kindling. Surprise flickers through me, but it’s tangled with something fiercer—something that feels a lot like triumph. She’s untouched. Untouched by anyone else. I’ll be her first.

The thought sends a hot rush straight through me, possessive and primal. If I have my way, she’ll stay like this for the rest of our lives. Mine. Only mine.

“Are you sure?” I ask, my voice rough, searching her face.

Morgan nods, brown eyes steady on mine. “I’m sure. I want this. I want you.”

I don’t need more than that. I lower my head and close my mouth over one nipple, licking slowly before drawing it deep and sucking. She gasps, back arching sharply, head falling back as her fingers tighten in my hair. I lavish the same attention on the other nipple, savoring every shudder, every soft moan that escapes her.

My hands move lower, unfastening her jeans. Together, we push them down her hips along with her underwear, working off her hiking boots in the process. Everything drops to the floor in a messy pile.

I slide one hand between her thighs and ease a finger into her. She’s soaked—hot and slick—and the groan that tears from my throat is pure need.

“Fuck, Morgan…so wet for me.”

I drop to my knees right there on the kitchen floor, hook her legs over my shoulders, and put my mouth on her. The first slow drag of my tongue through her folds pulls a startled, breathy moan from her throat—soft and surprised, like she didn’t expect it to feel that good. She tastes sweet and warm, addictive, and I take my time, licking her slowly, savoring every inch of her.

“Oh…”

The sound slips out of her, low and shaky. Her fingers thread into my hair, not guiding, just holding on. When I circle her clit with the flat of my tongue, her hips jerk and a sweeter, needier whimper escapes her. I do it again, slower, then firmer, learning exactly how she likes it.

“Elias…” Her voice breaks on my name, turning into a long, throaty moan as I seal my lips around her clit and suck gently.

Her back arches hard off the counter, pushing her closer to my mouth. I slide one finger inside her again, curling it slowly while my tongue keeps working, and her moans grow louder, less controlled—little gasps and desperate sounds that echo softly in the quiet cabin.

Her thighs start to tremble against my shoulders. She’s rolling her hips now, chasing my tongue, riding my face with growing urgency.

“Right there—yes, like that⁠—”

The words dissolve into a ragged moan as I add a second finger, stroking her in time with my mouth. Her breathing turns into short, panting cries. I can feel her tightening around my fingers, her whole body winding tighter and tighter.

I suck harder on her clit, flicking my tongue fast, and that’s what breaks her. She comes with a sharp, helpless cry that turns into a long, shuddering moan, her thighs clamping around my head as her back bows off the counter. Her fingers fist tight in my hair, tugging almost painfully as wave after wave rolls through her. I keep licking her through it, gentler now, drawing out every last tremor until she’s gasping and whimpering, her body twitching with aftershocks.

I stand, still tasting her on my lips, but she’s already reaching for me. Her hands grab the bottom of my thermal shirt, yanking it up. We strip the rest of my clothes off in a rush—jeans, boots, everything—until I’m bare in front of her.

Her hand wraps around my cock, and her eyes widen. “You’re…so big. So thick.”

I groan at the feel of her stroking me, the innocent wonder in her touch nearly undoing me. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to come all over your pretty thighs.”

Her eyes widen again, but not with fear. She shakes her head and keeps stroking, firmer now.

“I want more,” she says. “Keep talking to me like that.”

I gently remove her hand from my cock and nudge the thick head against her entrance, sliding it up and down through her slick folds. She’s drenched, and the wet sound it makes is filthy and perfect.

“You’re so wet, baby,” I murmur, voice rough. “So ready for me.”

I push in slowly, inch by inch. The feeling is unreal—her pussy is scorching hot and so incredibly tight, it almost hurts. She grips me like a velvet fist, fluttering and squeezing as I stretch her open.

I watch her face the whole time, mesmerized. Her lips are parted on a shaky exhale, full and flushed, and the sight of it makes my chest tighten with raw lust. Her generous tits rise and fall with every ragged breath, nipples still tight and glistening from my mouth earlier. She looks so fucking hot like this—spread open on my kitchen counter, skin glowing, eyes half-lidded with pleasure and nerves.

“God, your pussy’s so tight,” I groan, fighting the urge to drive all the way in.