Page 30 of Mountain Man

“Yes,” I whispered. “I need something.”

I watched him drop his hands and twist to me, silent a beat. “You still hungry?”

“No,” I said softly, shakily.

“There are more blankets in the hall cupboard if you’re cold.”

“No, I’m not cold.” I took a step closer.

More silence. He’d gone still.

I watched his wide chest shudder, and heard the sound of his rough exhale. “What do you want, Birdie?”

I was halfway to him. He still hadn’t moved, but I knew he was watching me. The way the moonlight filtered in meant that I was under its spotlight and he was in shadow, but I knew his eyes hadn’t left me once. I kept coming until I was right in front of him, only a few inches from his spread thighs. Reaching out, I cupped his jaw, his beard prickling my palm, and slid my thumb over the warm skin of his cheek just below his eye.

He took another shuddering breath.

“Birdie…” he rasped.

“I want you, Hank, before tomorrow comes and this ends.”

His hands shot out and gripped my waist, fingers digging in, and he groaned as he tugged me forward, filling the space between his splayed thighs with my body. His head dropped forward, resting against my chest, and those strong hands slid up and down my sides.

I threaded my fingers through his hair and gently tilted his head back, so I could see his face. “Do you want me?”

His fingers dug deeper, pulling me in closer. “Yes. Christ, so much.”

He was only wearing his boxers. I was still dressed, so I tugged off my sweater and proceeded to strip under Hank’s hooded gaze. When I was down to my panties, he grabbed my hands and held them behind my back.

“Let me just look at you,” he said, shaking his head. “Fuck, Birdie. I dreamed of you, sweetheart, before I found you that day. I dreamed of you, but I never thought…I never thought…” He leaned in and pressed his mouth to belly, cutting himself off.

Oh God.

I kept my fingers firmly in his hair as he dragged his mouth over my bare skin up to my breast, drawing a nipple into his mouth, teasing me until the hard peaks were dark and tight and so sensitive I thought I might actually come that way. But then he moved lower until his lips teased the top of my underwear.

One of his hands left my waist and cupped my pussy, middle finger pressing deeper, giving much-needed pressure to my aching clit, and making me moan.

“So wet, sweetheart. Soaked.”

“Yes,” I said and shamelessly spread my legs wider for more of his touch.

Shoving my panties aside, he pushed a finger inside me, and then his mouth was there, sucking my clit through the damp fabric. I cried out and used my grip on his hair to hold him there, never wanting him to stop. That long finger of his had no trouble finding and working me deep inside, and when he added a second and pushed even deeper, a gush of wetness left me. Going by his growl, he’d felt it, felt what he did to me, how much I wanted him, how close I was to coming around his thrusting fingers.

“Oh God…I’m going to…” His fingers vanished, and I was lifted, spun, and planted in his bed. I cried out, frustrated at being deprived of his touch, of the orgasm that was only seconds away.

Hank covered me, shoving my legs wide. I gasped at the feel of his massive erection, and ground up against him, lost to the pulsing need I had for him.

“When you come, it’s going to be around my cock again, not my fingers, Birdie.”

“Yes,” was all I could manage to say.

The sound of tearing fabric filled the air as he tore my underwear from my body. I reached down and shoved his boxers over his ass. One of his hands moved between us and he shoved them down at the front, freeing his beautiful cock.

“Please,” I said on a moan. “Please, Hank. God, I need you.”

He made a pained gasping sound and buried his face against the side of my neck. “I…fuck,” he bit out. “I don’t think I’ll ever stop wanting you.”

My head was still spinning from his words when I felt the head of his cock nudging against me, dragging through my slit, through my wetness, then pressing against my opening. I spread wider for him, accommodating his massive body, and cried out when he started pushing inside, filling me. I clawed at his back, sucking and biting at his shoulder as he stretched me wider, wanting more, wanting to feel him thrusting into me with all his immense power.