Page 9 of Cider for the Mountain Man

Her breasts swell free, her gorgeous pink nipples puckered tight and waiting for my tongue. The urge to dive in mouth-first is so overwhelming, it feels like I’m torturing myself by keeping a distance between us.

“You’re breathtaking, Valerie,” I murmur as I drag my fingertips along her sides. “I can’t get my eyes off of you.”

Her back bows into my touch, seeking the heat of my hands as if she can't get close enough. Her body shivers as my fingers graze the outer curve of her breasts.

“I… I always thought you saw me as too young and innocent. Like you’d never look at me as a real woman. All this time, I was too scared to properly approach." She reaches to cup the back of my hands to grab her breasts properly. “I’m not scared anymore.”

“Jesus,” I rasp as her nipples poke against my hands. “There’s nothing innocent about the way I see you.”

She smiles, and something new comes out in this curve. More sultry and seductive, it’s like she’s pulling me right in physically.

I lean in, the heat between us spiking as I press a kiss to the swell of her chest. Lingering there, I lift my gaze to find her watching.

If it’s possible to fall any deeper in love with this woman, this is the exact moment it happens—watching the shallow hitch of her breath, reading every hot wave of blush painting her skin.

Burying my face into the crook of her neck, I place a kiss there. I feel the flutter of her pulse against my tongue. When I kiss lower, she instinctively leans back to give me the room I need to appreciate her chest thoroughly.

I press my mouth lower, trailing warm kisses across her skin until she’s a breathless, shivering mess in my arms. Every hitched moan hits me right in the gut, causing an ache to form down below. My jeans are so tight at this point, I’m worried I’m going to have a jagged metal line engraved in the length of my cock from the zipper teeth digging in.

The air in the cabin is feeling sweltering, so hot that I have to pull away to tear at my shirt. Clawing to get it off, Valerie watches in amazement as I reveal myself.

Before I can swoop back in, her hands are on me. Her fingers spread out as she explores freely.

"I love this," she breathes out, her voice laced with awe as her touch wanders down to my abdomen. “I love how big you are.”

How can she say something like that so easily? I don't know how much more of this torture I can take before I lose my mind completely.

A groan claws its way out of my throat as I’m forced to stop her.

“We need to get your jeans off.” My words come out so rough, I can’t even recognize myself with this desperation flooding through me. “Right now, Valerie.”

She can hear the urgency in my voice, and she sways as she gets off of my lap. Her hands shake as she undoes the button holding them up. It’s a sight for sore eyes watching her reveal herself to me.

I don’t have to look long to see what kind of underwear she’s wearing, not when my eyes meet a patch of hair and glossy pink lips.

Unbuttoning my jeans, I finally give myself some room to breathe, the sudden relief making my head swim. Freeing my cock, I give myself one squeeze and immediately notice how badly I’m leaking from the tip.

Valerie doesn't pull away. She crawls right back onto my lap, her eyes wide with awe as she watches me, her hands finding my shoulders to keep herself upright.

I drag my thumb over the sensitive head, spreading my slickness over myself before looking up to catch her watching my every move. If I keep at it at this rate, I won’t last long enough to let her feel similar pleasure.

Releasing myself, I shift my attention onto her. Cupping her pussy, her body jolts up until she’s resting her weight onto her knees. As her grip on my shoulders tightens, her thighs tremble as my fingers trace circles around her clit.

With every gasp, I realize just how sensitive she is. Does she realize she’s rocking her hips, seeking out the friction?

Slipping my hand down, my fingers glide over her slick heat to find her tight entrance. I press the pad of my middle finger against her opening, testing her resistance as she experiences a full-body shiver.

Pushing my finger inside, her pussy sucks me right in. As her walls immediately clamp down at my intrusion, I start working a second finger in. If I don’t want to hurt her, I might even do a third. Can she take that much?

With every thrust of my fingers, I pause long enough to let her adjust. The more my fingers glide, the less this becomes about her comfort, and the more I begin to tease her. Listening to her ragged lungfuls of air and her soft whimpers, I know she’s ready.

"Caden, please," she pants, her fingers digging into my back, her voice breaking on a needy sob. "No more waiting... I need you inside me, please."

Wanting to give my girl what she wants, I pull back and grab my cock once more. Spreading her slick along every inch, I guide myself toward her entrance.

“Go slow,” I warn her. “It might hurt for your first time.”

Trying to be responsible, I’m all but useless as this woman starts to sink. Instead of taking me in all at once, she takes me in shallowly. First, just my tip. Then another inch, and another. I feel every tense muscle of hers, her tightness causing my head to fall back.