Page 5 of Rescued By the Lumberjack

I shake my head. I can see the pain in her eyes. “Who ever told you that you are not beautiful? Who hurt you?” I reach up a hand to tuck her hair behind her ear.

She shakes her head. I will get it out of her. But right now she needs to know how beautiful she is.

Running my hands up her thighs. “I’ve wanted to touch you like this from the moment I saw you.” I tell her before claiming her mouth once again in a deep, hungry kiss. “I’ve wanted to kiss you like this.”

Pulling up her sweater over her head. And then her t-shirt. Taking in the white lace of her bra. She is so beautiful. Tracing the line of the lace over her cleavage. “I’ve been dreaming of this.” I lean down to run my tongue over the same line my fingers had taken. Kissing up to the side of her throat. I love the soft skin of her pulse point here. Sucking deeply on her earlobe.

Then taking my time to lower the straps of her bra. She reaches around to undo her bra at the back. Letting it fall forward. I hold my breath as I reach out to cup her breasts in my hands. So gentle. Like touching a fine sculpture. And then firmer. I can’t resist giving them a firm squeeze. Loving how they fill my hands. “You are so perfect, Mia. So beautiful.”

“Nodbody has ever looked at me the way you look at me.”

“Then they are all idiots.” I lean forward to kiss her again. Touching her. Kissing her lips. Her shoulder. The soft part of her throat. Letting my tongue circle around one nipple. Watching how it puckers and hardens. “You are amazing. And so fucking sexy.”

I kiss her hard. An urgency riding me but also knowing that this is a precious gift. That with someone as amazing as Mia I need to take it slow. To savor every moment. Loving every sweet sigh of pleasure from her.

“Are you okay?” I ask her.

She nods. “It’s been a while since anyone has seen me naked.”

I grin. Whipping off my shirt. “Let’s get naked together.”

She hops down off the bench. We both take off our pants. We both stand there, naked, in front of each other. Her eyes are wide as she takes me all in. My cock big and erect. She reaches out a hand, wrapping her fingers gently around my shaft. I love that she is touching me but if she keeps up with that this is going to be over all too soon.

I pull her against me. Skin against skin. Heat between us. I hold her to me, just savoring the touch. This feels so fucking good. Kissing her hard again and again. I’m a little breathless as I whisper how amazing she is. “I love getting to touch you. To wrap my arms around you.”

Turning her around, her back against mine. “And this, where I can hold your breasts. Feel your amazing ass bumping against me. We’re definitely going to have to have sex like this.”

I grip her hard against me for a minute, holding on, feeling like I am going to burst. And then letting my hands roam over the front of her body. Her soft skin. Her curves. Burying my face into her neck and inhaling her scent. My cock is throbbing for her. I could bend her over, move her feet apart and have her now. But I want to see her face the first time.

I turn her around again to look at me. She has that hunger in her eyes again.

Bringing my fingers up to graze along her cheek and then across her bottom lip. “I like your body Mia. I like your softness and your curves. But you could be bigger or smaller or have scales or even thorns. It’s that look in your eyes that tells me that you want me. That makes me so fucking rock hard for you. That’s what I want to see from you.”

Chapter 6

Mia

Ronan’s words hit me hard. The truth is right there in his eyes. He really does think I am beautiful. And, even standing there naked with all my faults on display, I feel beautiful. Sexy. Wanted. And damn I want him. I want him kissing me. Touching me. Loving me.

He pulls me to him for another hungry kiss. And I return it with all the passion and lust that is setting me on fire for him. Like a sleeping beast that he has awoken and now needs to be fed. And in the back of my mind I think that this really is what a romance writer getaway should be. I’m feeling things I’ve never felt before.

Ronan spends a long time touching me. Turning me around to let his big hands roam over my body. Then turning me back to kiss him again. This need within me is building. He is taking his time but I want more. I want his huge cock inside of me. I ache for it. I reach for him but he moves my hand away. Instead he puts his hand between my legs, his fingers stroking at my pussy. I open my legs a little wider and he easily slips his finger into my pussy.

“Oh God. You’re so hot and wet for me. Do you know what that does to me?” His voice is rough by my ear. I lean into him. Kissing him. Running my hands over his hard muscles, pulling him against me. His hands on my ass, he picks me up, carrying me through to the table. Seating me on the polished wood. “Lean back.”

I do as instructed, laying back on the table, stretching out my arms above me.

“So fucking sexy.” He says with admiration, just before he pushes my thighs apart and he disappears between my legs. Kissing along my soft inner thighs. And then I feel his warm breath on my pussy. I gasp with shock as he puts his mouth to me. Licking. Sucking. Bringing his fingers into play. Oh my holy fuck! I raise my hips up for more. I can hear him chuckle. His big hand on my stomach to hold me down as he pushes deeper. Fingers. Tongue. I can’t tell what is what but it all feels amazing. And this feeling, brewing in me like a storm. Building and building. My heart is racing. I can’t breathe. I think I’m going to die. But what a way to go. And then, with his tongue moving on my clit, I explode. Crying out as stars fly around me.

I lay there feeling dazed and weak. Vaguely aware of Ronan scooping me up in his arms and carrying as though I weigh nothing to him. I wrap my arms around him. Wanting to hold tight to the man who has just given me my first real orgasm. He lays me gently on the lounge. And in a moment he lays himself on top of me. Kissing me over and over. I like the weight of his body on mine. The heat of his body on mine. And that huge, hard cock pushing against my pussy.

Again I open my legs. He puts the tip of his cock against me. Looking down at me with a grin as he pushes into me. It’s what I want. It’s what I need. But, oh my, he has such a big, thick cock. Stretching me as he pushes into me with his own groan of pleasure. I grab at his arms and shoulders. Wanting more even as he stretches me wide. He goes slow. Agonizingly slow. Teasing me. Watching me take his cock. Grinning down at me as I buck under him. Lifting my hips, I take him all.

“You like that?” He asks.

“Oh fuck, yes!”

He kisses me. Sexy. Lots of sensual tongue strokes as he moves his cock slowly out and then in again. He soon has me moaning beneath him. The pleasure is building again. But he is still determined to take his time. Enjoying my pleasure. When I clench against his cock he lets out a loud groan. That is the undoing of his control. No more teasing. He grabs my hands and holds them above my head as he thrusts into me hard. I arch my back up to him, my breasts bouncing against his chest as he moves within me. This is raw. The room filled with both our gasps and groans. Loving every thrust. Loving him deep within me. Holding onto him as he pulls himself back. Faster and faster. Harder. I throw my head back. He pauses to suck on my lower lip. But I crave the release. Urging him on. He thrust into me faster. The feelings building and over taking me.