Page 25 of The Mountain Man's Retribution
Bodie fumbles with the front door before leading me inside and to his bedroom. Taking me into his palatial bathroom, he sets me gently on my feet, explaining, “I want you in the bath. Nice and hot to relax you. Slippery and slick to make this easier.”
Need pulses through me, my pussy throbbing and dripping from the truck and his mouth. I scramble out of my clothes as he runs the bath, turning to see me naked. His face burns, his eyes sweltering as he looks at me. Fixated on each inch of my body, he appreciates every curve as though memorizing me.
“You were made for me. Never have I wanted a woman more.” He groans, hurrying out of his tan T-shirt, revealing his stunning musculature. I step forward, reaching out to touch his right arm, covered from the top of his shoulder to his wrist in elaborate tattoos. Swirling roses and metal, bullets and guns, the tattoos of a warrior. He hustles out of his jeans as I kiss his shoulder, the tip of my tongue tracing the lines of his ink and the planes of his muscles, tasting his salty flesh.
“Fawn.” He moans, urgent need in his voice as he slides out of his black boxer briefs, and I see his dick for the first time.I cover my mouth, overwhelmed by his size, his rod straight and thick, virile and strong. An angry vein runs down the shaft, bringing my eyes to his bulbous head, pink and smooth. My mouth waters, noticing the dribble of cum on the tip. He needs me so much that he can barely hold back.
Without thinking, I drop to my knees, licking his head and tasting the salty, metallic flavor of his need.
“Fuck.” He growls as I take him into my mouth, unsure of what I’m doing but determined to make him feel what I did in the truck. His head falls back as I slide over him, my mouth mimicking what I know about a man’s hand over his rod. I take him to the back of my throat, noticing the tremors of bliss that shiver through him each time he touches.
My hands come up, stroking and playing with his balls, heart flooding with the need to adore this man on my knees. His hand clamps against the back of my head, pushing himself deeper into my mouth, past my throat.
I choke, surprised by the move. Pulling back slightly, I look up, my eyes meeting his as he apologizes, “Sorry. Don’t want to push you too far. But goddamn, woman.”
Smiling, beaming with the pride of loving this giant of a man, a man who will never let anyone hurt me, I take him again, noticing how his hand still comes up. Still grasps my head with a desperate urgency, but his touch is less insistent. Relaxing my throat, I push him back to where he growls, and I fight not to gag, needing to please him as he pleases me.
“God, yes,” he cries as my hands find the backs of his strong, rippling thighs, gripping them as I bury him in my mouth again and again. I swirl my tongue around his rod, flick and tease it with my teeth and lips, and suck and swallow his head repeatedly.
“Yes!” he roars, hard as stone, taut and holding back. But I need to undo him, push him past the edge of reason into totalrapture. One hand returns to his balls, and I notice with surprise as they clench, pulling up. He screams, filling my mouth with his cum.
His hand clings to the back of my head, thighs taut as I swallow for my life, wondering how much of him there is and hoping I can take it all.
For his pleasure. For my own. For the future we can build together.
Great tremors shake the giant until his throbbing cock stops filling my mouth. I ease back, noticing how his body shakes at the feel of my lips and tongue against his length and head.
Pulling me to my feet, face awash in pleasure and eyes soft and sated, he kisses my mouth greedily, swiping into me and tasting himself on my lips.
“Did you like that?” I ask between kisses and fast-caught breaths, pulling a satisfied growl from his chest.
“Yes, Fawn. It was amazing. Fuck!” He wraps me in his arms and melts around me, his body still shaking and his breath coming in greedy gulps. “I don’t know what the fuck I did to deserve you. But damn, woman. You are perfection.”
My smile blossoms, my heart bursting at his words. Never will I get tired of pleasing this man.
Moments pass. I don’t know how long. Lifting his head and glancing towards the bath, Bodie finally whispers, “I want you in the water now. To make you mine.”
I nod, contented to be in his arms, to feel his strength wrap around me. I will never fear anything again so long as Bodie is with me.
He climbs in the water, the burly angles and planes of his body rippling as he takes my hand, leading me in to sit in front of him. I’ve never taken a bath, and sinking into the water feels amazing, a relaxing bliss as he strokes and massages my shoulders and back, covering every place he touches in ardentkisses. I sit between his legs in love with the feel of his dick growing rock-hard pressed against my ass as he kisses my arms from my shoulders to my fingertips, licking and revering me.
I turn in his arms, and his head dips, taking one pink-tipped nipple in his mouth. His big hands massage my tits, making my breath stutter. He sucks me hard, to the point of pain before releasing the tension, nipping and licking me with tender touches, then pulling back and blowing on the pebbled surface.
“Bodie,” I cry, body arching toward the wild man as he teases and flicks me until my pussy gulps greedily, and I feel ready to explode. “Please,” I beg. “Let me have your cock. I need you so much.”
His earthy eyes swirl with hunger as he grabs a square of paper next to him that he pulled from beneath the sink cabinet earlier, tearing it open and pulling out a round of rubber.
“What is that?” I ask, leaning forward to touch it.
“A condom,” he says, letting me hold it.
“But how will it fit over that?” I ask, eyes dropping to his thick rod beneath the water.
“Let me show you,” the burly mountain man says, slowly unrolling an inch, as my eyes widen.
“You want to help me put it on?” he asks, eyeing me.
Although I feel ambivalent about this thing that doesn’t seem quite natural, I have to trust Bodie like I want him to trust me.
