Coming Home to the Mountain: Complete Edition

8. Prairie

CHAPTER 8

Prairie

R ye smiles wide, and I laugh, loving that I'm making him happy and that my body can make him feel so good. That his mouth can make me feel so electric and alive.

I run my fingers through his hair as he wraps his arms around my waist, drawing me to him.

Wrapping my legs around him, I sit in his lap, his thick cock between us. I lick my lips. “I meant what I said,” I tell him. “I want to suck you. I want to feel you in my mouth. Before I take you in my pussy.”

“I know what you said. And those are maybe the best words I've ever heard in my fucking life, Prairie.”

I smile at him, breathing him in. He smells like such a man, like cedar trees and firewood. Like the mountains where he was born and raised. This man who is pure and real and raw.

Who's choosing me.

“I'm so happy right now,” I say. “I didn't think it was possible to feel so good.”

“Me either,” he says.

“Really?” I ask, shaking my head, trying to understand. “I can't imagine you not being happy every day of your life. Having a house like this, a family like you have, living in a town as perfect as Home. You seem like you've had a charmed life.”

“They say not all that glitters is gold,” he tells me, running his hands over my bare back and kissing my shoulders, my collarbone. Massaging my breasts. My nipples are hard and I let my head fall back as his words roll away. “But you make things brighter,” he tells me. “You can be my glitter. You can be my gold.”

“I'll be anything you want me to be right now,” I tell him. “I just don't want to leave.

I just want to be here with you. As long as you let me.”

“Oh baby,” he growls, “you're not going anywhere. You’re mine. Does that scare you? That need I have? You've been held captive for so long, and now I'm trying to take claim of you. Does that make me a monster too?”

I shake my head, taking hold of his hands. “No,” I say. “I'm choosing this. I'm choosing you.”

“You just met me,” he says.

“Exactly,” I say. “I met you and I knew.”

“Are we really fucking doing this?” he asks.

I nod. “Yes,” I say, pushing him down on the bed. On his back. He grins. “We're doing it all,” I say. “Me and you. Whatever magic fell over us—maybe it's a spell—the moment we met it was something bigger than either of us.”

“Maybe you were just lost,” he says. “Lost in the woods. And maybe I just got lucky enough to find you.”

I shake my head. “No. I refuse to believe that. I won't believe you and I are nothing but dumb luck. Rye, you and I, we’re meant to be.” I begin to run my hand up and down his thick cock. It's meaty and long and his balls are tight.

His body is covered in muscles. His legs are thick and powerful. His whole body is pure male goodness.

Ready to take care of me.

I dip my head, licking my lips as I open wide. Twirling my tongue over his tip. “I don't know what I'm doing,” I tell him.

Rye shakes his head, his eyes heavy. “Baby, everything you're doing is just right.”

Smiling, wanting to please him, I begin to bob my head up and down, sucking him and stroking him. Enjoying myself and his thick manliness with his cock deep against the back of my throat. He groans as I suck him and massage his balls and his thighs, taking him for all that I can. I'm gonna gag, but I don't stop.

I taste his salty come as it releases from his tip. But it's just a droplet, and I need more.

I pump him faster. His cock throbs against the palm of my hand and he groans.

“I'm so fucking close.”

I want him to come in my mouth. I want to feel his seed as it rolls down my throat. I've imagined this moment. I was around enough wild teenagers growing up to know all the logistics of what's going to happen tonight. But this is the first time I've ever experienced anything like this myself. And to get to do all of this with him, with Rye Rough? My lover, my man…

My pussy pulses with need at the thought of taking care of him. Him taking care of me.

“Fuck,” he groans, “fuck, baby.” He comes in my mouth.

I relish his salty seed as it slides down my throat. I swallow him nice and good, wanting him to be pleased and happy. Pumping his cock as he comes again and again until he finishes, I crawl up his body as he begins to kiss me deeply, rolling me over onto my back and looking at me with an intensity he hasn't shown before.

Rye wraps his arms around me, holding me tight, snug against his chest. “I fucking love you,” he tells me. “I fucking love you, Prairie. You're my woman. I love you so damn much.”

Tears fill my eyes and his eyes lock with mine. And I see there are tears in his too. “I love you too, Rye.”

“I don't know what's happening, but whatever it is,” he says, “it’s real. This is real . You and me, baby. This. Us.”

I believe everything he's saying because I feel it too. I need him in me.

“Oh God,” I moan as I begin to touch him, running my fingers up and down his skin, needing his cock inside me in a way I've never needed anything before. “Don't make me wait any more,” I beg him. “Take me, Rye. Make me yours. Make me your woman.”

He growls in my ear, kissing me along my neck. His hot breath against my ear.

“I’ll won’t make you wait for what you need,” he tells me as his cock begins to enter me. My wet pussy is ready for him, willing and able.

And I begin crying out as he fills me up. “Oh my God,” I groan. “Oh God, Rye.”

“Fuck, I don't want to hurt you,” he says.

“Don't stop,” I tell him. “Please.” I beg, and he doesn't. He keeps pushing past the pain until he fills me up so nice and good. Until his cock is so deep inside of me that there's nothing but absolute pleasure pouring from every inch of both of us.

His fingers lace with mine as he begins to grind against me, thrusting deep inside. My sweet hole is filled with him in a way I didn't know was possible.

He fucks me; he takes me; he makes love to me.

He kisses my lips so hard they're raw. He devours my body, massaging my breasts, teasing my clit with his finger as he begins to move in and out with his big, thick cock.

“Oh God,” I continue to pant as he takes me to the very edge until there's nowhere left to go. “Oh my God, Rye.” I cling to him, needing him to hold me tight. He doesn't let me go.

We finish, the two of us climaxing as one. We're slick with sweat. We're dripping with desire, his eyes telling me everything that just happened was absolutely real. I'm gasping for breath. Looking at him with eyes full of stars and hope.

He draws me to him. Wrapping me up in those big strong arms of his. “I meant every word that I said,” he tells me. “I love you, Prairie Jones. I love you.”

“I love you too,” I say.

“Good,” Rye says, “because I'm planning to make you my wife.”