Page 19 of My Fearless Mountain Man
“Calder! Calder!” I moan his name like a prayer, like a need, like it’s the only word I know.
He climbs on top of me and kisses me hungrily, cupping the back of my neck as he pants. I wrap my legs around him, grinding against him.
His breath catches like I’ve physically hit him. He lifts his head, eyes dark and wild as they lock on mine.
“Because of you?” he growls, voice thick and low. “Angel, I’ve been hard for you since the first time I saw you again. Hell,I’vewoken uphard from dreams where all you did was smile at me.”
He presses his palm to my belly, the heat of his hand searing through me. “You touch me, you breathe near me, youlookat me, and I’m ready to ruin myself for you.”
He grabs my wrist, guiding my hand down to feel just how hard he is through his jeans. “This? This isallyou. Every inch, every ache—yours.”
Then, softer, with reverence: “Tell me what you want, Nora. Because there’s nothing I won’t give you tonight.”
Taking initiative, I adjust so I can move to help him getting rid of his jeans. I drag them off and stare at what’s waiting for me. I don’t know how he’s going to fit when he’s bigger than every toy I’ve ever used, but I want it.
“Nora,” Calder breathes, voice thick but tender as he gathers my hair in his hand. “There’s no reason for you to rush. I’d wait all night—hell, all year—if that’s what you needed.”
His grip tightens just a little, enough to make me shiver. “But don’t think for a second I don’t want this too. I wantyou. Every inch of you. And the idea of being your first? Of being the one youchoose?” He groans and lowers his forehead to mine. “You have no idea what that does to me.”
But in this moment it doesn’t matter that he’s telling me we have time. I’m impatient for him. I lick across the head of his cock. It’s thick and long, so hard, but it feelsrightto take him between my lips. I look up at him as he hisses between his teeth and watches me take more of him. I drool over his shaft and take him deeper.
“Just like that. Nice and easy. Your mouth feels so fucking good,” he groans.
So I keep going and going. I suck and lick. I try to fit all of him in my throat, but when I gag, he grips my hair and draws me back gently, pulling me back.
He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a condom. With practiced ease, he tears it open with his teeth, eyes locked on mine like I’m the only thing keeping him tethered to this world. He rolls it on in one smooth motion, then grabs me and kisses me so fiercely it steals the breath from my lungs.
The taste of him still lingers on my tongue. My lips are swollen from his mouth, from his filthy praise, from the way he claimed me just minutes ago—and I still can’t get enough.
He shifts, rolling us gently so I’m straddling him, his hands steady on my hips. His voice is wrecked, low and reverent. “I want you to take me, Nora. Make the choice. Make me yours.”
“I don’t…” My voice breaks on a breath. “I don’t know how—”
The thick head of his cock presses against me, and my whole body tenses with need. The stretch is unbelievable. He strokes my thighs slowly, soothing and encouraging all at once.
“Then learn with me,” he whispers. “I’ll guide you through every second. Just take what you want, angel. I’m yours to use.”
I nod, breath shaking. “All of it,” I say. “I want all of you.”
It’s almost too much. I sink down an inch, then lift again, panting. My body struggles to accommodate him, my slick thighs trembling as I try again, easing him in deeper each time.
Calder’s head falls back, jaw clenched, the veins in his neck taut. “Fuck, Nora... you’re squeezing me like a goddamn vice.”
“I can go faster,” I gasp, the burn mixing with something primal that keeps urging me lower.
His hand slides up to cradle the back of my neck, pulling me down for a kiss so hot it leaves me dizzy. “Anything you want. Use me. Ride me. Break me, angel—I’ll thank you for it.”
I moan and roll my hips, finally taking him deeper. “More... Calder, please... more.”
“Yes,” he growls, the word full of filthy reverence. “More. Take it all. Fuck, you feel like heaven. You’re gonna ruin me.”
He thrusts into me and the sound I make is pure need—raw, breathless, desperate. There’s no pain, only pleasure. I’m soaked for him, completely lost in the way he fills me, stretches me, owns every inch of me with each deep thrust.
His hands roam everywhere—gripping my hips, guiding me to grind and ride him how he needs it. He leans up, kissing across my chest, my throat, my mouth, worshipping me with lips and hands as I move over him, chasing the high building with every stroke.
“Please,” I pant, “more. I need all of you. I need you, Calder.”
That’s all it takes. He grabs my ass, holding me down while thrusting up into me harder, faster, each movement a little rougher, a little filthier.
