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Another sip of whisky. I look his way. “Big burly man who builds his own cabin. Takes dips in freezing water to feel alive. You’re really quite the mountain man, aren’t you?”
“Dad raised my brother and I to be self-sufficient but still care. You ain’t the first to call a Crumble a mountain man. But you know what I could be?”
“What?” I say with a smile as I lean into him.
“Your mountain man.”
He kisses me. Any modesty from my towel is lost as I can’t help but drop it to get more fully into his kiss. My entire form is gooseflesh, his tongue pushing his way into my mouth and turning this into far more than an innocent peck. He’s a man, alright, and he wants his woman.
My arms wrap around him.
I’m starting to think I was killed by that wolf, because every minute with Hood feels like I’m in heaven.
5
HOOD
Her lipson mine are magical. I’m enraptured by every bit of her, her absolute beauty, a beautiful divine being right in front of me.
I ain’t usually this poetic, but Red ain't any usual girl.
And how she reacts to me, how she shows she wants me, it just ain’t fair how this is all making me feel.
“I’m single you know,” she says, breaking the kiss off from me, still so very red.
“I’d be very surprised for you to be kissing me like this if you’re already taken, babe.” I suppose it’s possible for her to have been taken and to react like this to me, but It’s nice that she’s like me and cares about monogamy, I guess.
“Just letting you know how okay this really is.”
“I ain’t taken either. This is all working out really well for the two of us, ain’t it?”
“I want you, Hood. I want wherever this is going. There, I said it,” she says, her eyes darting away from me, her quite nervous about being so aggressive and open about this.
Which, I guess, is odd. She happily stripped down and jumped into a freezing lake with me. Then she came into the cabin. She’s given me every nonverbal cue I can imagine to communicate her desire, but sometimes the brain just stops us from going out and saying what we feel outright. It’s pretty funny how it is sometimes.
We kiss again. While our words are slow to catch up, our bodies know exactly what they want, as do our hearts. I want this beautiful red haired woman in front of me. I want to know all of her. Every curve of her body, every curl of her hair, just everything.
She’s leaning forward so much to enjoy me, she tumbles down onto the softness of the rug below. An actual bearskin rug, one that’s really quite comfortable, given to me by my father as a sort of house-warming gift to my new cabin.
Red’s gorgeous body is all over me, her soft skin tickling me so wonderfully and delightfully. Her hands go down my chest, tracing the curves in my muscles, before descending to my cock. I raise an eyebrow as she wraps her hands around me, and shoots me a delightfully devilish grin.
She strokes me, and I can’t help but shudder from her touch, gasping and enjoying everything this lady is doing. She knows so well what she wants, and her touch is an experienced one. She’s been with other men, perhaps, but all that experience she gained from those encounters are mine now. This sinful and skillful woman working my cock, her grip tight as he bobs her hand up and down my rock hard cock. Christ, it’s better than anything I’d experienced before, and I can think of at least three things she can do that would be even better than her hand. The anticipation and desire for her, it’s burning within me, and I’m losing control of it, quick.
While she strokes me, my hands are exploring her too. Going down her gorgeous body, touching her everywhere I can, feeling her shudder as I run a finger down her chest, and over her breast. They are so tender and erect themselves, her gasping from the slightest stimulation, and shuddering even more so as I bring a kiss down to them, licking her tit, suckling it like I wanted to try to milk her.
Both of them are beautiful, so I show each the same amount of love and care as the other, warming them with my love and my kisses. Her quiet gasps invigorate me, but my exploration of her body doesn’t stop there. Lower still, across that soft eyet delectable abdomen of hers, toward her sex. A finger across her clit, making her cry out in bliss as I rub her with a bit of intensity, causing her to shudder and lean into me more.
My fingers on hers, hers on mine, we stroke one another. Tender touch as she runs her hand up and down my cock, and I’m enjoying every moment of it. But I was raised to be a gentleman, and that has led to a strong belief in me that the girl should always come first.
So I see to it that fact is true. A strong yet caring touch on her clit, fingers sliding into her pussy, pumping in and out of her, hearing her moan out in absolute delight. Kissing her lips, her tits, her everything else, I try to give her a full body experience as best I can, wanting to hear her scream with pleasure.
She doesn’t make it easy. Her grip on my cock is so fucking tight, but I guess I’m more disciplined than I thought. She’s really fucking good at this too, but somehow, someway, I manage to hold on. Finger-fucking her, her rubbing against me, her tits so beautifully bouncing as she does so.
But she has to give up. I win our little game, so to speak, but she’s the one that gets the prize. One more rub of her clit, one more thrust of fingers into her and she falls back, and screams in such absolute pleasure. She releases me, much to my dismay, instead to sing my praises... and squirt all over my hands.
I can’t help but laugh. It’s unexpected, but it’s definitely evidence of a job well done on my behalf.
She lays panting on the carpet, very much satisfied from all that I’ve done, a huge and very stupid looking smile on her face. She wears it well.
