Coming Home to the Mountain: Complete Edition

11. Fig

CHAPTER 11

Fig

I jump right down onto him, his naked body against my mostly naked body, enjoying the enticing feeling of them intertwining. His hands creating gooseflesh wherever they go, and making me crave him even more.

The anticipation that has built in our short time together feels all too overwhelming. The fire erupts immediately when we met and every moment we have spent apart has only built that anticipation hotter and hotter.

“Can’t believe I’m going to finally get to have you,” he says with a squeeze of my ass. “It feels like it’s been decades of holding back. I really didn’t think I was going to make it.”

“There are people in relationships who have waited far longer than we did, you know. And without getting married.”

“They’re fools. When you find someone you love, you should lock them down and embrace them as soon as possible.”

“I wouldn’t call not getting married to someone I just met foolish, Hank.”

“What do you mean? We technically met years ago!”

“With most of those years apart.”

“Details, details. All unimportant.”

I laugh, and he follows it up with another kiss. God, I don’t think I’ll ever tire of his lips, his embrace, or anything else about him. Our time together feels so brief, but it feels so real, and so intense too.

I run my hand down his chest, feeling all of his manliness, and realizing it’s all for me. My very own firefighter who has posed for calendars, who is mine now, and only mine.

He runs his hands around the waistband of my panties, his fingers siding into them, going deeper between my legs and using a gentle but firm touch on my clit, letting me call out in delight.

“For a virgin, you certainly know how to find that well,” I jest.

“I’m a virgin, yes. But I’m not naive. I’ve watched plenty of stuff that I wouldn’t mention to my mother, Fig. And let’s just say I’ve taken plenty of mental notes to use on my beautiful bride.”

“I don’t doubt it. I guess I just expected you to be clueless like everyone always told me guys were.”

“Most of those clueless guys are more concerned with themselves than their girl. But I know better. You please the girl, the girl will keep coming back to you.”

“You’re making a good argument right now for keeping me coming back, yes.”

“Oh, believe me. I already know you’re mine, Fig. I just believe there's no such thing as overkill.”

He kisses me again, briefly, and it rains down my body. He pushes my panties down my legs, gently stripping me of them with a little bit of help from me. He spreads my legs and slides down my form, his hand flat on my chest, and kisses my now exposed clit, showing some intensity. A blissful surge through me forces me to moan loudly for him, exactly what he wants.

I feel a tender finger sliding around my slit, playing with my juices, already there and quite plentiful for him. One finger, two fingers poking at me, testing what’s good and pleasurable as he glides over my sex and licks my clit.

He brings those licks lower, slurping my juices and laying on the attention.

I writhe as he goes to work, all of his studies in pleasing a woman now being applied and wholly dedicated to me. His fingers settle into a rhythm of pistoning in and out of me as he buries his face between my thighs, intent on eating me out nice and good.

Lick after lick, suck after suck, he shows me so much attention my whole body is vibrating. I instinctively grind my face into him, my body wanting more, my hand running through that beautiful head of hair. I never wanted to be like the girls I saw in porn films, moaning and pulling at him, all fake and dramatic. But as he laps at me, I learn that it’s a more automatic response than I imagined, and there’s nothing fake about this. Your entire being wants your man down there pleasing you, and your subconscious pushes you to do anything you can to enjoy it to the fullest.

Which includes fisting my fingers in his hair.

Hank isn’t fazed by it. He’s wholly dedicated to lapping at my sex, making me hotter and pushing me higher for him, making me grind my hips against him. The pent-up ecstasy in me is a chaotic mess and I’m crying out louder and louder as I struggle to cope with all that's being done to me.

His eagerness only grows, his smile visible even as his tongue is doing such wonderful work. I can’t help but cry out louder and louder for him.

My heart pounds, and my entire being is consumed with the fires of pleasure. I cry out at the top of my lungs, suddenly damn glad we waited until we had a place of our own before doing this. I don’t think I could look at anyone in the eyes the next morning if I thought they heard the sounds I’m making tonight.

But damn, it feels so good as it pulses over me, radiating through me again and again, causing me to cry out so loud.

I lie flat on the mattress, a sweaty, happy mess that he has made.

But this isn’t just about me. I sit up, eying him up and down. I lick my lips as I look at him, and more directly, his cock, throbbing hard and pointing right at me. “That was really something, Hank, but I think I deserve a chance to show my appreciation too.”

“I’m not going to tell you no, babe. I’m never going to tell you no.”

I chuckle lightly as I slide onto my knees before him and grab hold of his throbbing, needy cock. I lick my lips, making my intention exactly clear. A good, long-lasting relationship is never one-sided. Both people involved bring everything they can to the table to please their lover in the bedroom and outside of it.

If he gave me his best head, it’s only fair I give him my best. Like him, I’m not completely oblivious. I have a rough idea of the general mechanics of everything, but I’m going at him with the eagerness of someone who wants to learn to please him above all else.

Wrapping my fingers around his length, I look up at him eagerly as I caress him, surprised at how hard and warm he feels beneath my fingers. He shudders, and I feel a bit powerful having his cock in my hands. I’m in control of this, I can do whatever I want, he trusts me this much. He wants me this much.

My tender touch goes up and down his length, letting him shudder beneath me. I lean in closer, planting a kiss on the head of his cock, and teasing him a bit with my tongue. He only smiles in response, and I press my exploration of him further. I lick down his shaft, up his shaft, and down again, this time twisting my tongue around him a bit. Going to his balls, so big and heavy, teasing me with their contents. We’ve rushed into so much already. Are we planning on rushing into making a family too?

I feel strangely okay with that fact. Love does things to you, and I’m on board with the roller coaster of emotions that's certain to be my life with Hank.

Facing his cock, I open wide, encapsulating all of him. His pleasant groan is music to my ears, and I enjoy trying to make him groan louder as I take his cock deeper and deeper until I’m taking all of him, which honestly impresses me. Looking at it, and thinking about what I can fit in my mouth, it really shouldn’t have worked. Just another wonderful surprise of my time with Hank, I suppose.

Getting him good and ready to take me, I bob my head up and down his cock, setting a steady pace of pleasing him, hearing his moans and groans become more frequent and ecstatic as I push on. I’m a sexual goddess when I hear him struggle against coming, knowing that his release is completely in my power. I love it.

But I know he wants something more. And I want that too.

“Hold up, hold up,” he says, hurriedly pulling his cock away. “I want you, bad, Fig. And if you keep doing that I’m going to explode all over your face.”

“Would that be so bad?”

“No. It wouldn’t. But we’ve been so old-fashioned about a lot of this, I think we should consummate our marriage with something… a tad more traditional.”

I laugh. “Are you afraid of spilling your seed on the ground?”

“Believe me, I want to spill my seed anywhere and everywhere as long as it’s with you. I want to do things to you that would make the pastor never be able to look either of us in the eye again. But for tonight? I just want to feel you around me when I cum, girl. And I want you to be there with me, screaming my name as I fill you wholly with everything you make me feel.”

I lean back on the bed, looking up at him, flashing him a seductive gaze and waving a finger his way. I spread my legs good and wide for him. “Well then. When you put it like that, how can I possibly deny you, Hank?”

His cock throbs in anticipation of what’s to come.

Hank comes down to the bed with me with another kiss, reaching between my legs and massaging me as he lines himself up. I grab his cock and pull it closer, urging him to push himself into me, to claim me. I’ve never wanted anything more than I want this right now.

Feeling him poking at my sex, I prepare myself despite my enthusiasm. Hank watches me as he begins to push in, so dedicated to not hurting me. It’s such an intense, immense feeling as he fills me, but of all the things I’m experiencing as he does so?

Pain ain’t one of them.

I must have been so wet and ready for him that my body offered no resistance, only encouragement. He’s steady, waiting for me to show any second thoughts, but I just nod. “I’m good. More than good. Fuck me, Hank. Give me everything you can.”

He grunts in affirmation, as I enjoy the steady friction of his withdrawal and him thrusting back in. Flesh against flesh, magic sparking up so wonderfully between us. It becomes a steady pace, and I’m yearning for him to give me more and more until I’m once again immersed in nothing but orgasmic sensation.

I buck against him, and he matches my pace. I nibble on my lip as the heat turns up inside me so suddenly and so quickly. My legs close around him, as do my arms, I’m so entwined with him, so driven to get more of him. I cry out louder and louder for him, muffled by the nonstop kisses he showers on me. We’re both so consumed by one another, our primal instincts taking control. It doesn’t matter that we were virgins before this, our love for one another and something deep within us have guided us the rest of the way.

All of a sudden, I’m rolling over him onto the floor. There’s barely a fall, and laughter the only comment to it. I’m on top now, but still keeping the fervent pace between us alive. I’m bouncing on him, my breasts swaying with the rest of my body, and he continues to fuck me from below, his hands going up my sides to grab my shaking tits.

The passion is so strong, and the energy between us so great, that all I want is for it to last forever. For him to keep fucking me like this, for us to feel this and only this for the rest of our days.

Unfortunately, we’re human beings. We have our limits, but at least those limits come with a wonderful climax.

One more bounce, one more thrust, one more rub of my clit. I don’t know which it is, but it sends me over the edge, my moans becoming screams and as I experience something so great that I know I’ll be chasing this feeling for the rest of my days. Hank is right there with me, pounding me from below, his muscles so tense and dedicated to our pleasure that he’s begging for release just as badly as I am.

Seeing me bend over backwards, arching within his grip, must have been the last thing he needed to hit his own orgasm. He cries out, and I feel the slight trembling of his cock inside me moments before he erupts and injects his warm seed deep into me. Everything I did to him comes roaring back to me, filling me to the brim and consummating our marriage the old-fashioned way.

It’s so sweet on top of everything else. I know I’m going to want more of it, despite the consequences. Or perhaps because of the consequences. I just want more.

More of this. More of Hank. More of love.

We’re sweaty messes on the floor, me still on top of him, him still inside of me. He runs his hands through my hair, and gives me a more powerful, intensely romantic kiss.

“I think you’re mine forever now, Fig.”

I nod. “Yep. Right here on this floor too.”

“Do we even want to get back on the bed?”

“And disrupt how good this all feels?”

“You’re right. We’re going to stay here forever. Just enjoy the embrace of one another until we starve and die.”

“I can think of worse ways to go out.”

Maybe not in the literal sense, but I am staying here, with him. One hundred percent, for the rest of my life.

I can’t imagine my future any other way now.