Coming Home to the Mountain: Complete Edition

6. Anchor

CHAPTER 6

Anchor

K issing Lemon is like nothing I've ever imagined.

She is soft, supple, sweet.

And I realize as her lips part, as her tongue finds mine, she is exactly the kind of woman I crave.

I'm all hard edges, rough and reclusive. I have spent my life protecting myself from getting hurt, pushing each and every person away, far away.

But Lemon isn't like that. She has spent her life pulling everyone close, into her circle, and not letting them go.

She sacrificed spreading her wings so she could make sure that the people she loved the most in the world knew they could count on her.

That is a kind of devotion, a kind of tenderness, I've never been around. Not since my mom was alive at least and fuck, that's been fifteen years.

But I can't think about the past right now.

Because as I kiss Lemon, my arms are wrapping around her tight.

Her soft skin is warm against my touch. And all I want to consider is the now.

The kiss that takes my fucking breath away.

When we pull apart, I feel like there are stars in my goddamn eyes.

She's smiling. Her skin is sun-kissed, her hair a mess.

Her eyes are lit up with wonder. “Well, that was a kiss to remember.”

“Sure that's not just the white wine talking?” I tease.

She shakes her head. “No, with five brothers, I've been able to work up quite a hefty alcohol tolerance over the years. Rye brews his own beer, and my brothers can go through a keg in no time at our family parties, so I can handle my alcohol.”

I chuckle. “Fuck. You're some sort of unicorn, you know that?”

She laughs. “Oh shush.” But her hands are on my chest, fingering the buttons of my open shirt.

I help her out by shoving it off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.

She looks down at her bikini top.

“Are you nervous?’ I ask her.

She nods. “All kinds of nervous. I've never done this. And you've never done this, and…” She groans. “I'm sorry. I just got the jitters.”

I smile at that, drawing her back to me. “I don't want you to feel pressured. I could go on kissing you all night long.”

She shakes her head, adamantly. “No. I want to do more than kiss you, Anchor. I've been waiting for a night like this for a long time. For the right man to waltz into my life and sweep me off my feet, and you? You paddled right into it. So I should take this opportunity when I have it.”

I look deep into her brown eyes. “We have all the time in the world.”

“Do we though?” she asks.

“Yes,” I say. I take her hand and lace my fingers with hers, walking over to the bed. We lie down, side-by-side.

I love the way she looks in my bed. Comfortable, nearly naked. And it fucking turns me on. My cock is hard. Can she tell?

“I'm going to be twenty-four tomorrow,” she tells me. “It feels like time is moving too fast.”

“What do you want to do with your life? Why do you need to rush into anything?” I run my hand over her shoulder, down her arm, teasing that double knot at her hip, the string of her bikini bottoms.

“Well, my two oldest brothers, Rye and Bartlett, they both got married this year. I was crazy jealous. I always thought I'd get married before them. Which is probably stupid.”

“It’s not stupid if it's what you want,” I tell her, meaning it.

“I guess I never thought life would be like this.”

“So you want to get married. That's what you’re telling me on our first date?” I ask with a smile.

She laughs, running a hand over my bare chest, inching closer to me on the bed, and then wordlessly hooking her right leg over mine

“I mean, I'm not opposed to it.” She smiles. “But no, I'm not asking for a proposal on our first date. I would, however, like to take this further than a kiss because we're here alone, and that doesn't happen every day for me.”

“You don't live by yourself?”

“Oh, I do,” she tells me. “But the town of Home, Washington, is very small. My neighbor Mary is friends with my mom... Basically, everyone knows who comes and goes. Where did you live before this?” she asks.

“I lived in Seattle.”

“Exactly. That's a city with thousands of people. In Home, everyone knows each other. I've grown up with everyone who lives there. I can't exactly go on Tinder and swipe right or left. Heck, I don't even know which direction is the good one. I just know that the eligible bachelors in town are not my type. So. Here I am with you.”

I draw her closer, pulling her up on top of me, letting her straddle me the way I know she wants to. Her eyes widen as she sinks down, and then I know she can feel my cock, hard and throbbing under her pussy.

“You were telling me about your type?”

She nods. “I think my type is you. Exactly.”

I grin. “Lucky me,” I say. “Because Lemon Rough, I think if I had a type, it would be only you.”

She leans down then, kissing me more deeply, with a need that I match.

Then she reaches back, untying her bikini top, taking it off and letting it fall on the bed.

She takes my hand and presses it to her breasts.

“Well,” she asks, “what do you think?”

I groan. “You can feel how I really think.” I thrust ever so slightly, so she can feel my length.

“Oh god,” she murmurs, “you're really hard.”

At that, I moan. “I didn't know how into this you might be considering you've never…”

She whimpers. “Oh, I've imagined, and I've practiced with plenty of vibrators,” she admits.

I swallow, taking this in as I begin to massage her perfect tits. And when I say perfect, I mean fucking perfect. They're round and full, and perky, and damn, I can’t get enough.

Her nipples are hard, and I draw her closer so I can begin to suck on one and then the other, loving the way they feel in my mouth. All of this is new for me but with her, it feels meant to be, and my discomfort at being close with someone – anyone—fades in her arms. My tongue twirls around her nipples as she groans against my ear.

A fever is growing between us.

“I may never have done this,” she tells me, “but I've thought about it. I've thought about being with a real man like you. Strong, capable, thick.”

“Damn, woman,” I growl in her ear. Drawing her to me, kissing her hard. Her mouth is mine. I devour her then, rolling her over onto the bed, ripping those bikini bottoms right off. My shorts, they're gone.

“I need to see your pussy,” I tell her.

“Good,” she says, “because I've been waiting for you to take charge.”

“Fuck, Lemon,” I say, having has no idea how bad she wanted it. But now that I see her pussy, I realize this girl is in fucking heat. “You're wet.”

She nods, her eyes heavy. Wanting me so damn bad.

“I'm so wet for you. You've been driving me crazy for hours. I thought I was gonna go insane when I was out there on the porch this afternoon, reading my book. I mean, I was reading some really hot shit and I was so turned on.”

“Really? Like what kind of hot?” I ask her.

“It was this age gap romance and the guy?Well, he was really into this bondage stuff and?—”

“Damn, woman, I like how you think.”

She smiles. “Really? That doesn't overwhelm you?”

“No. I love it. Just like I love your pussy. I mean, you're so pink and so wet. You fucking glisten.”

“I glisten?” she teases. “Wow, such a vocabulary. You must be a reader.”

“Sure, I love to read. I've even written a book.”

“Really?” She kisses my neck, her hands roaming all over me. “You're like a Renaissance man.”

“Oh, yeah, I build boats too.”

“I’m impressed,” she says, rolling onto her back, dropping her knees open. “Just touch me, please, and stop talking.”

I laugh, unable to control myself. Because what I see before me is the fucking gift of the gods. A dripping pussy. An angel. A virgin. Lemon Rough. Ready, willing, and wanting me.

I begin to finger her ever so slowly. My cock is aching all the time. But she seems to know this, understand what a man like me might need, because she reaches out her hand and begins to pump me ever so slowly, licking her lips as she does.

“I want all of this at once,” she whispers. “I want to touch you and taste you. I want you to lick me.” She shakes her head as if in a fever and a fury.

I look at her, so beautiful, so vulnerable, so fucking horny. “I do. I have an idea.” I tell her. “Come here, baby.”

“I'm already your baby?” she asks with a smile.

“Shut up and roll over.” I spank her ass, squeezing it playfully as we trade places.

Soon enough, I'm on my back. And this girl? She’s straddling me backwards. She may be a virgin, same as me, but I guess we both know what we like, or at least what we want .

And we want this moment to be magic.

We're not gonna let it fade into something vanilla. Something ordinary. Fuck. We already had a three-course meal. Now we're having our goddamn dessert.

“Just drop your mouth open,” I tell her, “and take me as best you can.”

“I love the directions,” she says.

“You do? In that case, scoot your ass back here, baby, so I can start licking your cunt like I crave.”

“Oh gosh,” she whimpers, “when you talk like that…” She looks over her shoulder. “I mean, you realize we've gone from zero to 100 in about an hour flat, right?”

“Yeah, but I think the foreplay started the moment you started staring at me on my paddleboard.”

“Or maybe it was the moment you wanted to give me CPR. While I was unconscious.”

“You weren't unconscious,” I tease her as I begin to lick her pussy. And damn, she’s wet and ready. And sure, I have nothing to compare it to, but all I know is Lemon is sweet like sugar, like a lemon drop.

Like the best thing I've ever tasted in my whole fucking life.

I have spent my life alone, like a goddamn hermit, pushing everyone away, but in this moment, I'm glad I have because it meant I saved myself for her and her alone.

And at the same , I'm losing all sense of reality because she is sucking me off like I'm a prize she can't get enough of.

“Oh god,” I groan as I lick her, as I flick my tongue over her cunt, as she moves up and down.

She's whimpering, pleading, and we're both hungry and needy, begging for more.

She pumps me and I'm close. I know I'm going to come but so is she.

I finger her ever so slightly, knowing it's not gonna take much to get her over the edge.

And I'm right.

“Oh my god,” she begins to moan as I finger her sweet clit, her nub on fire—hot and ready. And my cock is ready to explode. I'm so close, I think, as I press my mouth to her clit to suck her sweetness nice and good.

Her juicy release drips against my mouth as I get her off. At the same time, I shoot ribbons of come from the tip of my cock. But she doesn't hesitate. She starts swallowing me, pumping me until I finish.

She rolls off of me, both of us dizzy with the heat of that release.

We look at one another, both shocked and hungry for more.

“So,” I say, “I guess that's what it's like to 69.”

She licks her lips. “I feel like I could suck your cock all night. Is that a problem?”

I laugh. “You're asking me if it's a problem to give me head?”

She laughs. “Oh my god, I feel like this is the best birthday present in the world.”

I grin. “And we've only just begun.”