Vivian Arend - Rocky Mountain Rebel

But when he pressed her legs apart, she involuntarily shot upright.

“Joel…”

He placed his hands on her thighs and stroked down to her knees. “Yes?”

“You’re not gonna…?”

He opened her, lifting her knees into the air and inserting himself as a barrier so she couldn’t close her legs. Couldn’t hide.

“Of course I’m going to touch you here as well.” Another slide of his hands, this time to her core. He stared intently, and as his thumbs slipped along her labia, Vicki shuddered with the pleasure of it.

It wasn’t only him stroking her. His fingers nudging her clit, playing gently at the sensitive skin of her sex. It was all of it together. Watching, feeling, listening. His moans of approval, the sounds of pleasure that escaped her no matter how much she tried to contain them.

He lowered his head and covered her with his mouth.

When he’d used his hands to make her orgasm the other day, the difference had astonished her. How much richer and more powerful it was to have someone else take her over.

This was another step up the scale of pleasure. He slipped his tongue between her folds, teasing, tasting. Bringing her to the edge fast. All it took was him licking her clit and she trembled, ready to go over.

“Joel.” His name snuck out even though the last thing she wanted was to distract him.

She didn’t need to worry. His concentration was absolute. She was the one losing it as her orgasm slammed in and broke, jolting her body with a wave of pleasure.

Joel hummed his approval but didn’t stop. He moved away from her clit for a moment as he continued to play. He lifted her hips into the air and ate greedily, as if she were better than anything he’d ever tasted. Vicki caught his hair in her hands and clung, not sure if she wanted to drag him away or hold him in place until she’d experienced that incredible sensation all over.

The decision was wrenched from her as he covered her clit and sucked, pleasure flashing like a bright light from head to toe and shaking her boneless. This orgasm caught her by surprise, more focused and tight as desire took her mind and spun her in circles. She stroked his hair as he eased away, gentling his touch, every stroke of his clever tongue setting off mini-aftershocks.

Joel slipped off the bed, caressing her naked skin lightly as he crawled from between her legs. She protested, but he smiled. “I’m not going anywhere. Just try to get me to leave.”

He popped open the button on his pants, and Vicki rolled so she could enjoy the view. Everything about him turned her on. The muscular spread of his chest, his narrower waist. That trail of hair leading downwards being revealed more and more as he lost his jeans and stripped off his briefs.

She pressed up on her elbows, scared and intrigued at the same time. Both of them finally naked, and unless she was mistaken, there was only one way this was ending.

Joel stroked his hard-on, a slow motion over the thick length. Every time he pulled his hand back to his body, the head of his cock thrust out from his fist, dark coloured and almost dangerous looking. Vicki tore her eyes off his hands, glancing up and over the whole huge package, wondering if she’d bit off more than she could chew this time.

The expression in his eyes saved her from getting scared. Patience was there along with the hunger, his gaze lingering on her pussy, her breasts, her face. Just long enough at each spot to make her want to preen.

The side of his mouth curled into this sexy smile. “You’re looking mighty relaxed. Like the barn cats when they’ve had a good hunting session in the hayloft.”

Vicki laughed out loud. “Some of your comparisons need a little work, but the rest of you is very talented. And gorgeous. God, Joel, why are you standing way over there?”

She shifted upright, smiling at the way his gaze automatically swung to her breasts. Strange how now that this was a sexual situation she wanted, his fascination with her chest turned her on instead of squicking her out like when strangers did it.

He leaned over without looking away, grabbing his jeans. “Slide back on the bed and make room for me.”

Now was time for regrets in terms of her sleeping arrangements. The delicate undersized couch-slash-bed was great for her. Not so great to imagine fooling around vigourously with a man Joel’s size. “Maybe we should use the floor.”

He dug into his wallet and pulled out a condom. “You might be right, but let’s try this first.”

He sat on the bed and tore open the package.

Vicki knelt behind him and peered over his shoulder, her naked chest to his heated skin. “Can I put that on you?”

His cock jerked. “Darling, if you want a chance in hell of me lasting, don’t go putting images into my head right now of your hands on my cock.”

She smiled and kissed his neck. Pressed tight to his back as she ran her fingers over his shoulder and down to his chest. Basically took every opportunity she got to savour her first chance to be totally naked with a guy.

“It’s better than I thought,” she confessed, watching him roll on the condom, fascinated with how easy Joel made this.

He adjusted his hips farther back on the bed and reached for her. “What’s better?”

Joel had her by the waist and determinedly guided her where he wanted her. She ended up straddling his thighs, face to face with him. “Sex.”

“Glad to hear it.” He caught her around the back of the neck and drew her in for more kisses.

Each time she thought she knew what to expect, and each time he surprised her. He controlled her, taking charge and keeping her exactly where he wanted. She draped her arms over his shoulders and went along for the ride, the fire in her body rising back up.

A soft brush against her mound made her jerk, but his hand at her neck kept her from escaping his lips. Slow, even circles pressed over her clit and the dual sensations had her squirming for more.

He let her go, breathing heavily as he looked into her face. “You still good?”

Maybe moaning wasn’t a suitable response, but his talented finger or fingers, whatever he was using on her sex, had turned her mind to mush.

Then the teasing stopped as Joel lifted her slightly, hands firm on her hips, lining them up so her sex ground against his erection. “Come on, darling. Let’s get you good and heated up.”

“I’m hot already,” she protested, but he didn’t stop, rocking her over his length. She reached down with one hand to explore, touching herself, brushing her fingertips over his cock. She was somewhat embarrassed to find she was so wet, and every motion coated him more.

She stroked the side of his erection and Joel shook his head. “Troublemaker. You need to concentrate on what you’re feeling, not on making me go off like a firework out of schedule.”

He lifted her high enough her breasts lined up with his mouth and as his lips closed around one nipple, pleasure took over.

Every part of her, satisfied and happy from what he’d already given her. Every part aching for more.

“Joel, please.” She trembled on the verge of another orgasm, and three was two more than her usual. She didn’t want to waste this one. “I want to feel what it’s like. I want to know.”

He nodded, and lowered her carefully, his hand between her legs to guide the way. “Don’t rush. Take your time. I know you might have heard otherwise, but trust me, okay?”

She wanted to rush, not to get the virgin thing over, but because she was so damn ready. “You’ve got me aching.”

“I want to feel you around me too.” He kissed the tip of her nose and flashed his suggestive grin. “Sexy, sexy woman.”

The head of his cock slipped through her folds. Vicki held herself up, not sure what to expect. The near instant pressure wasn’t it. “Umm…”

He supported her in place. “Slowly. Let yourself stretch a little.”

She rolled her hips, trying not to lose him, but also not to drive him any farther in. “Joel?”

“Put your hands on my shoulders and wait.”

Once he was sure she was braced, his hands went over her body. One to play with her breasts, the other back down to her clit. She took in a deep breath, but as soon as he began the rubbing motion, there was no way she could remain tense.

Vicki tried again to lower her hips, and this time it was different. It still hurt, but now the sensation of being pressed in two was somehow good. The pain almost a counter to the intense pleasure, and that contrast made her feel alive.

Joel swallowed hard, and she pressed her lips to his chin for a second. “Thank you for being patient.”

He didn’t answer. Didn’t have to. She slid over him again and something gave, and this time her hips went all the way down. The initial jolt of pain made her gasp before the overriding sensation switched to fullness. Stretched to the maximum, Vicki was scared to move.

Her ass rested on his thighs, his cock fully inside her. She stilled and just took it in. As she waited for the pain to recede, she did a mental check, storing up every moment best she could. The newness, the wonderful bite and need Joel brought with his touch.

The stroke of his hands over her back and smoothing down her ass was amazing. She squirmed, adjusting position, pressure building in a new way now. Like an urgent requirement to move.

Vicki leaned back so she could look at where they joined. Lifted her hips and watched the shining wet length of his cock slowly appear. Lowered, and he disappeared, the wide crown pressing against the most incredible places.