"You’re so lucky to be on your own," she sighs, looking around. "You don’t have to worry about what anyone else thinks."
"You don’t strike me as the kind of girl who cares much about what other people think of her," I remark, and she pulls a face at me.
"I wish," she replies. "I have a lot of eyes on me. And I know that if I do anything wrong, they’re going to be there to judge."
"You really didn’t hear anything out there in the showers?" I ask her, and she pauses for a moment. I can tell that she is considering coming out with the truth, and I press a little further.
"I thought it might have been one of those cougars," I remark, casually, even though I know that the sound I heard when I had been passing by had been anything but animal.
"Need to make sure there isn’t anything prowling around here that might do someone damage," I continue, and I flick my eyes up to meet hers again. She bites her lip.
"It wasn’t a cougar," she admits. "I know that much."
"Oh, yeah?" I ask her. She nods.
"I thought you might have been in trouble in there, the noises you were making," I go on, sitting back on my haunches and looking up at her. I’m distinctly aware of the fact that it would take so little for me to see all of her in this moment – I could just tug at the towel she has wrapped around her, and let it fall to the floor for good.
"I... guess I was, in some ways," she replies, and she can’t keep the little smile off her face as she speaks.
"Oh, yeah?” I press, returning her grin.
"Can I be honest with you?" she asks, and I nod.
"Of course you can."
"I – uh, I wasn’t in pain or anything," she confesses. "I was trying to... I was, well, I was trying..."
I can see that she is going to have a hard time coming out and saying what is on her mind right now. She’s a preacher’s daughter, if Grant’s recon is right, and I have no doubt that she has spent most of her life trying to forget that anything impure could exist in her pretty little head. But she closes her eyes for a moment, gathers herself, and then looks at me once more.
"I was trying to make myself... you know," she finishes up.
"Come?" I fill in for her. She parts her lips slightly at the sound of that word coming out of my mouth, but she doesn’t seem to mind it so much.
She nods. "Yeah, come," she replies. "I’ve never... I mean, I came out here because I wanted to get away from all the pressure I’ve been putting on myself. I wanted to give myself a break for a change, make it so that I didn’t have to worry about doing this or that, and I could just focus on my pleasure."
She looks away from me, and I can see the excitement shining in her eyes. I know that she has never spoken this out loud to anyone before, and it thrills me to know that she’s telling it to me. Because it means that she believes I have reason to know.
"I guess my sexy noises need a little work," she remarks with a little giggle, tucking a loose strand of her wet hair back behind her ear and meeting my gaze once more. "Given that you thought I was a cougar."
"Nothing wrong with getting a little animalistic every now and then," I say. I can already feel my cock starting to stir to hardness, and it takes everything that I have not to pounce on her right here and now. I need to control myself. Even if the thought of pushing my tongue into her mouth is the only thing that I can think about right now.
"I just want to be able to come properly," she explains, biting her lip for a moment. "That’s why I’m here. And that’s why I was in the showers, too. I just... want to have an orgasm. Know what it feels like. I was getting so close too, before you interrupted me."
"Well, for that, I am truly sorry," I say, letting my eyes trace up and over her body, taking in every inch of her gorgeous form. "But you got to practice to get where you wanna go, right?”
"I suppose so," she breathes back, her gorgeous eyes lifting to meet mine. Then, with a brazen look about her, she lets the towel fall open.
I take her hand and move to kiss her. She has just gifted me this delicious body of hers. And there is no way that I am going to pass up the chance to take it.
Chapter Six
Harper
As he moves to kiss me, my head spins. Am I really doing this? Can I really be doing this? Yes, I am. This moment is too sweet and too tantalizing to resist.
Cliff’s tongue meets mine as he runs his hands down my arms, just the way that I imagined he would when I was in the shower and dreaming of him. He wants me. This man wants me. And I can already feel my pussy beginning to throb with want once more at the thought of everything that he will do to me now that he has me.
He moves his mouth to my ear, letting his breath warm my skin, and I shiver – the pain in my ankle is all but gone now, the insistent want between my legs demanding far more of my attention.
"I’m going to make you come, Harper Higgins," he murmurs against my ear, and then he begins to kiss down my neck. I sink back into the seat, the warmth of his mouth almost more than I can take as he traces down, down, down my throat, towards my beasts. He swirls his tongue around my nipples, taking his time with each one, as though he is in no rush at all with any of this.
His hands are confident as he spreads my legs, cups his fingers around my soaked pussy. He traces them over my lips and I groan, looking down at his hand between my thighs. I can’t believe this is really happening. All the fantasies that I have had over the years, everything that I have ever imagined, it’s all coming to pass in this moment – with this man, this powerful, wild mountain man.
He moves to kiss me again, his tongue in my mouth, his hand on the back of my neck as he pulls me closer. His fingers dip inside of me for the first time, and I gasp against his lips, shocked at how good it feels, at how much I already find myself longing for more. Yes – this is what I need, this is what I want. I grip tight to his shoulders, hanging on for dear life, as he spreads me open with his hand.
The shock of feeling someone else down there is almost more than I can take, but he is slow and careful, taking his time, making sure not to rush this or push me any further than I need to be pushed. I press my head against his shoulder and he slides down, down, kissing my stomach, that sensitive spot beneath my navel that makes my toes curl.
"Mmm," I groan, and I run my fingers through his hair, watching as his mouth flicks up into a smile at the response that I give him. I am his now, utterly and totally his, and I know that nothing that I do will be able to change that.
He kisses over my thighs, over the crease of my hips, as he moves his fingers inside of me – I can already feel my wetness beginning to warm the inside of my thighs. He looks up at me again, and I could swear that his eyes are darker than they were before.
"I want to taste you," he murmurs to me, and I groan in response – he takes it as all the permission he needs and, finally, he presses his mouth against my pussy for the first time.
The sensation of his lips against my clit is almost more than I can take. My entire body arches off the seat for a moment, my whole system overwhelmed as my nerves light up with want for him. How can it feel this good? I reach down to touch his head, to make sure that he is really there and I am not making any of this up. I want him. I want this...