Page 18 of Possessive Mountain Man
Hayden didn’t mind, though. If anything, he loved my body more because our beautiful children had come from it.
Finally, he pulled back, moving just enough to put his mouth close to my ear, and said, “Turn around. Put your hands on that tree.”
I almost laughed at how much it sounded like police orders, but that made it sexy too. I sucked in a breath and turned, feeling his arms go around me as my palms flattened against the rough wooden surface in front of me.
One of his hands cupped my breast while the other moved over my stomach, shoving the fabric of my swimsuit down the rest of the way until it reached my thighs. I took it from there, moving my legs until I’d shimmied it down far enough for it to fall to the ground. Then I stepped out of it, making sure to spread my legs slightly.
Immediately, his hand moved downward, one finger sliding inside me. He let out a groan—no doubt discovering how wet I was. He’d done that to me. From the second he suggested we go for a walk with that mischievous glint in his eye, I’d been turned on, and this ache would only get worse until he helped me satisfy it.
He moved his finger to my clit, starting that pattern he knew would get me there fast. I closed my eyes and gripped the tree as sensations overwhelmed me.
Being fucked against a tree—it was the very definition of adventurous. My fingers dug into the wood as pleasure rolled through my body. I bit my lip to keep from crying out, imagining him sliding that big cock into me, his hips thrusting as he raced toward orgasm.
That thought sent me over the edge, and with an exhale, I came. My hips moved just the way I’d imagined in my brief fantasy. I squeezed my eyes closed and rode out every second of the sensations. My grip only loosened on the tree once they subsided.
I opened my eyes and straightened, slapping my hands together to dislodge any wood particles. Then I turned and found him shoving his trunks down to his thighs.
He planned to slide into me, but I had other plans for him. With a sly smile, I lowered myself to my knees, savoring the feel of the cool grass beneath me. It was hot outside, but it was midmorning, so the dew from overnight had already dissipated.
I wrapped my hand around him at the same time my lips parted and I took him in as deep as I could. My blowjob research had paid off early on, but it only got better as I learned what my husband liked. He always preferred to come inside me, but it was pretty easy to convince him to come in my mouth. That was exactly what I planned to do.
I looked up at him as I made a zigzag pattern with my tongue along his shaft. His lids were heavy, his eyes closed, face tilted toward the tree. Oh yeah, he was definitely enjoying this.
I was so caught up in what I was doing, it startled me when he pulled back. With one look at me, he tugged me upward. He then pulled me toward him, his hands settling in the small of my back.
Once again, I gave in to the kiss, losing all sense of time and place. Then, suddenly, he lifted me, my legs wrapping around him. His left hand served as cushioning, so I didn’t even feel the hard bark against my skin.
Our lips met again as he thrust into me, going so deep I gasped against his mouth. He knew just the angle it took to get me going again. I’d insisted there was no way I’d be able to orgasm through intercourse, and he’d shown me I was wrong. It was all about the positioning.
I closed my eyes and held onto him, listening to the birds chirping above us and feeling the warm air against my skin. Was there anything hotter than sneaking away for a morning lovemaking session? I couldn’t think of anything.
Finally, I had to break the kiss so I could catch my breath. Or maybe we both broke it at the same time for the same reason. I wasn’t sure. I was so caught up in the moment, I couldn’t doanything but ride the sensations as my body moved toward that peak I knew was coming.
When it did, I squeezed his shoulders tighter, once again biting my lip to avoid crying out. He came just seconds after my pussy began contracting—tightening around his cock and squeezing him. A small sound escaped his throat—a strangled grunt that was a clear sign he was trying to stay quiet.
As soon as it was over, I became fully aware of the discomfort of the position. It had to have been worse for him. He had one hand against the tree and was holding up my weight with the other.
He pulled out and let me down gently, stepping back to pull up his swim trunks. “Fuck, that was awesome.”
I laughed. “Always is with you.”
“Yeah, but that was next level.”
“We’re going to have to do that more often. Maybe not up against a tree, though.”
“I was going to enter you from behind, but I got caught up in the moment.”
That was exactly what I thought he’d planned. It wasn’t the first time we’d made love standing up. In fact, we’d had more than a few sessions in our walk-in shower. But this was our first time making love standing up outdoors.
“We’d better get back to everyone,” he said as I retrieved my bathing suit and climbed back into it. “But we have to do this more often. We’re both so busy, we’ve forgotten about all our plans. Camping. Hiking. More camping…”
We’d camped for our first date. Our first everything. I’d never forget that. It was one of my most cherished memories. But he was right. We’d talked about camping with the kids, and we’d planned to do just that once they got older. But time had gotten away from us.
“You work outside all day, every day,” I said. “But yeah… me and the kids spend way too much time indoors.”
I was a business analyst for a company out of Atlanta. They let me work remotely, but I did have to fly to the main office every now and then. It was a small sacrifice to make to be able to be with the kids every day when they came home from school.
“Let’s do it,” I said, walking toward him, my bathing suit finally in place. “We’ll get one big tent for all of us.”
