Coming Home to the Mountain: Complete Edition

7. Graham

CHAPTER 7

Graham

H er lips inspire something fierce in me, and I can’t help but rise to the occasion.

In more than one way.

I wrap my arms around her as I stand up, feeling her curves and her softness, captivated by her gentle way with words, her honesty, her love.

How long can I make myself resist her? And is there reason to?

I stopped myself before, yes, but I don’t know how much more I need to say that I don’t expect anything in return for everything we’ve done for her.

“Take me,” she whispers. “Give me all of your love, Graham.”

“If that’s what you want.”

“What I want? It’s what I want, yes, but I’m pretty sure it’s what you want too, Graham.”

“How could I resist you? You’re gorgeous and kind, sweeter than molasses, and showing such strong maternal instincts despite only having the job for twenty-four hours.”

She laughs. “Talking about my maternal instincts used to be a turn-off, but maybe not anymore. I feel like you see me. Fears and all.”

“Well, I mean it. And it’s a turn-on for me. Guess I’m just a bit old fashioned is all. What I want more than anything in the world is a girl like you in my life, to start my family with.”

She blushes. She’s so damn pretty when she does so. I run my hands through her hair, and kiss her. This one becomes far more than a peck, intense, powerful, potent. I can feel the gooseflesh forming all over me.

“I never expected to feel this way, Graham. I want to give you everything you want.”

I purr with approval and sweep her off her feet, carrying her through my cabin, up the stairs and toward my bedroom. My plush king-sized bed awaits, and I put her down on it, still enjoying the intensity of her lips against mine. My hands roam up her shirt, pushing it upwards and over her head, so glad to be rid of it. Now she’s in her bra, her heaving bosom taunting me and filling me with anticipation of what she wants to share with me. She unhooks it from behind her back, and lets me pull it away, exposing herself to me.

Seeing her bare breasts definitely doesn’t disappoint, my grin growing. My kisses leave her lips as I bring my lips down her body. She giggles as I almost give her a hickey on her neck. My fingers run down her body, tickling her nipples before my mouth gets there.

I hear her slight gasps from my touch, and a louder gasp as I latch onto her heaving bosom. If I wasn’t already convinced by her determination and kindness, her body would tell me that she yearned to be a mother. Her tits are ones that are meant to be milked, the curves of her hips say she is ready to bear my child, to carry it on her hip, and I can see she’s more than ready for fun. She’s no dainty rose, and a mountain man needs someone who can take life as hard as he can. Tallie definitely lives up to that ideal.

I continue down her womanly, curvy form, pulling at the belt of her jeans to yank it free, all so I can get at the rest of her.

This is hardly a one-way exploration though, as she’s pulling at my shirt, yanking it above my head. I stop worshipping her body only long enough to help get rid of that shirt.

Feeling her skin against my own is simply magic, and I want nothing but more of that. Rolling those jeans down her legs, taking those cute little socks off her, I’m left admiring more and more of her beautiful naked form in front of me. She looks at me like she’s full of dirty ideas and sin, and those are the sweetest things I can imagine when they involve her.

Her toes tickle the bulge in my jeans, flicking at my belt, wanting so direly to get me as naked as she is. I let out a little roar as I yank my belt open and shimmy my jeans down my legs, yearning to feel her against me. Her playful footsies grow more intense without denim in the way, her coy look still making me throb. “So I’m guessing this is how men become foot fetishists,” I muse as I look her in the eye.

“It’s the easiest way of telling you I want you buck-ass naked, Graham. Lose the underwear too. I’m a grown woman and I know what I want, and what I want is your cock.”

My cock throbs, and I can’t help but obey her words. My boxer briefs slide down my legs, exposing my throbbing member for her. Seeing my hardness stand so fucking erect for her must fuel something powerful within, as she sits up and reaches right for my cock. Her touch is gentle, yet firm, and she looks right up at me as she wraps her fingers around my length, gently caressing me as she explores.

Her other hand takes my balls into her grip, juggling them with some playfulness, all while looking up at me. She slides off the bed, down to her knees, my cock right in front of her face.

Needless to say, I’m very intrigued about where this is going.

“Such a sweet man,” she says, coyly and seductively. “Willing to give me the world, and the only thing I can give in return I think is sucking your cock.”

“Oh, you can give me a whole lot more than that, babe.”

“Really? Because I was looking forward to the cock-sucking thing.”

I laugh, but she’s quick to remind me what this is really about as she wraps her hand around my cock, jerking me forward. I throb with need under her touch, her fingers going down my whole length as she leans forward and plants a joyful little kiss right on the head of my cock. She follows this with the littlest of licks, sparks of bliss shooting through and making me gasp with need.

She licks around my cock, going under it, over the head, and doing such wonderful things to me. My fingers run through that gorgeous brunette hair of hers as her mouth opens and she begins to take my cock fully into her mouth. God. Damn.

The immenseness of pleasure rolls over me and her lips are so tight around me. My head falls back and I can’t help groaning in appreciation for everything she’s doing.

She’s such a greedy little cocksucker, as if she could get any more perfect. Her lips soon slide up and down my rod, making it throb with each and every little bit of appreciation she’s showing me. She takes me deeper, setting a good, steady pace of sucking me, the sounds of her licks and lip smacks filling my mind and I start to associate them with the dirty, wonderful side of Tallie Miller.

When she’s taking me, she looks up at me with those coy, charming eyes of hers, her grin wild and showing that she’s always been the right woman for me.

Soon, I can’t help myself. I’m bracing against the headboard and my knees are weak. The thudding pleasure explodes right on through me and I can feel the absolute rush of my seed jettisoning down her throat, which she so happily laps up and swallows, not spilling a single drop.

Goddamn, she’s good.

Licking her lips, she continues to look up at me, her coy smile driving me crazy, acting like she’s the most innocent little angel in the world.

She is an angel. Nothing would ever change that, no matter how much a wonderful, sexy slut she is for me.

Seeing her gorgeous, naked form beneath me makes my cock throb. I ain’t going to stay down for very long. “Bed. Now,” I command, pointing next to me.

Tallie obeys, clamoring back onto my bed, lying on her back but holding herself up and giving me the most irresistible ‘come hither’ look I’ve ever seen.

Without hesitation, I’m on top of her again, laying a powerful kiss on her before beginning my descent of her form again. I want to taste every single bit of her gorgeous body. Suckling her tits, licking her abdomen, going lower and lower. I grab the waistband of her panties and pull them down her legs. She closes her knees to help me strip her completely bare, wanting this as bad as I do.

Her entirely bare form is quite the sight, But I didn’t strip her naked just to look at her, as much as I would enjoy lingering over her curves. Her legs part, and it’s now my turn to show her just how fucking sexy she truly is.

I give a light lick of her clit as I slide my tongue down the perimeter of her pussy. She’s so dripping wet for me, warm and juicy with need. She gasps as I take a drink of her, enjoying what’s in front of me. Holding onto her hips, my beard tickles her as I continue. Her hands dart down to take full grips of my hair and it doesn’t take long to turn those gasps into moans.

While I devour her, I continue to explore her. My hands roam all over those thighs, those hips, that ass, fuck, even her knees and calves are making me yearn for her. Every bit of Tallie Miller is just that special to me, and I’m learning to love every single bit of her, preparing to worship her body for every day that’s left in my far too short life.

Lick after lick, suck after suck, my fingers rubbing her clit as my tongue pushes deeper, I make sure to keep the intensity strong. I’m fully entranced by her, wanting to experience her to the absolute fullest. Her legs cross around my head, wanting everything I can give to her and then some.

I don’t hold back. I go full-on, giving myself fully to her, building a steady yet fervent pace, wanting so badly to hear her every moan of delight. Watching her convulse, tossing and turning with lust, drives me to give her more, and I’m falling deeper and deeper in love with her by the moment.

As she cries out, the orgasm claiming her and racking her body, I realize I need to have her every day for the rest of my life.

No matter what else happens, that much I’m sure of.

I must make her mine.