Stranded with the Mountain Man (Log Cabin Christmas)

Chapter Six

Ryder

I knew Charlotte was an angel. She looks like one, and she kisses like one. Fucking hell, she’s heaven wrapped in a warm blanket on a cold winter’s day—a day like today.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” I whisper, my warm breath fogging up her glasses.

Her smile is shy. “So are you.”

“Are you really staying?”

I need to know if she’s all in. I sure am.

She grins. “I am, Ryder.”

I kiss her again, thinking she’ll want nothing more than a good old-fashioned make-out session, but then she pulls me down on top of her.

“I’m staying, and I want you,” she whispers. “Be my first.”

My eyebrow shoots up. “Your first?”

“My first everything. I’ve waited long enough to know you are the one.”

Her words break my heart wide open. “So are you,” I tell her. “And I’m honored to be your first everything.”

“Good. Because I want you. Badly.”

I growl and kiss her again—urgently, this time. I’m done holding back and shielding my heart. Charlotte means everything to me. I’ll spend my life worshipping her; that much is for sure. Whatever life throws at me next, I can take it because I’ll have her by my side.

“Ryder,” she whispers. “I’m… you know, inexperienced. You’re going to have to guide me. Tell me what you like.”

The look she gives me is so innocent, yet so full of lust. It’s enough to make my dick grow hard, straining against the fabric of my jeans. I can’t believe my angel is giving me her virginity. I vow I’ll treat her with nothing but love and respect for the rest of my days.

“Whatever you ask of me, Charlotte, I will give you,” I tell her, sliding her shirt up.

My hand lands on her bra. The fabric only covers part of her breasts, and I let my fingers trail over her smooth skin. My breath comes in rapid bursts as they slide over her round, soft curves because, holy shit, she turns me on in a way I didn’t even know was possible.

“Are you sure about this?” she suddenly asks.

I frown. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I want this, but… I’m way out of your league,” she confesses.

“Are you kidding me?”

She averts her eyes. “I’m not exactly a model. And I wear glasses.”

“Glasses that make you the hottest woman in the room.”

“Well, that’s not exactly an achievement. I’m the only woman in this room,” she jokes.

I grab her wrists and pin her down. “Fine, but you’re still the prettiest woman in every fucking room. In every stadium. In every goddamn country, Charlotte.”

I’ll make sure she knows. Really knows how gorgeous and desirable she is. I move her wrists to one hand and use the other to slide her shirt all the way up to her neck. Then I pull her bra down. Her plump tits jump free, and I close my eyes for a second so I don’t come already. I could. The sight of her naked chest would be enough.

But I can’t. She deserves my patience. I’m going to drag this out as long as I can. I’ll ensure she comes so many times she’ll be limp when I’m done with her.

I blow a soft breath of air across her nipples before putting my tongue against her collarbone and slowly, so fucking slowly, dragging my tongue down until I reach the curving skin of her tits.

“Your tits are mouth-watering,” I say in a low voice. “I need a taste.”

“Please,” she whimpers.

I pin her down with my left hand, leaving my right hand free. Placing my palm under her breast, I lift it to my mouth. My eyes almost roll back in my head the second I wrap my lips around her. She tastes like… coming home. Like a part of me that was missing for a long, long time, and she makes me complete.

Her hands fly to my hair while I lick and suck her gorgeous tits. She thrashes underneath me, pushing her hips against mine, increasing my desire for her. How is that even possible? I wanted her from the moment she stepped inside my cabin. It just took some time to admit it to myself.

“Ryder,” she murmurs.

I move my mouth from her tits and kiss her again.

The heat in her eyes threatens to set the cabin on fire. “Tell me what you like, Ryder. Let me touch you.”

“Okay,” I say, letting go of her hands.

“Can I… touch you down there?” she asks, her eyes flicking to my pants.

I unzip my jeans and drop them. She wets her lips, greedily eyeing my underwear. I lie beside her. It’s tight on my small couch, but we make it work. Her hand travels down my chest to my abdomen, all the way to the seam of my underwear.

She gives me a mischievous smile, then kisses me. Her hand disappears inside my boxer shorts and wraps around my dick. Okay, guess she’s going straight for the big prize.

I moan against her mouth.

“Is that good?” she asks.

“Good?” I laugh. “It’s amazing.”

Her hand gently strokes my dick, and I can feel pre-cum escaping from the tip.

“Will you take me, Ryder? Please?” she asks with a pleading look as if she’ll explode if she can’t have me right now, right here.

Well, I feel exactly the same.

“Yes, but… I don’t keep any condoms in this cabin.”

She grins. “It would be weird if you did. I’m on the pill. So if you’re clean…”

“I haven’t been with a woman in ages.”

“Good.”

I remove my shirt while she throws her pants and underwear on the floor. I suck in a breath when I see her sprawled out naked before me on my worn couch. Jesus, she’s… I shake my head. Her curvy hips, soft belly, and big thighs. Her plump tits and round cheeks. She’s the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen. So desirable. So pure.

And all mine.

I lower myself on top of her and kiss her hard. “Are you sure? And ready?”

“Hell yeah, Ryder. This is what I want.”

“Good, me too.”

I guide my dick to her pussy and press the tip against her entrance. She’s fucking wet for me. And I’m stupid hard for her.

Perfect.

Just like her.

I move my hips, and she lets her legs fall open, welcoming my dick. I slide inside, inch by glorious inch, and the smile spreading over her face makes me melt into a puddle.

“Keep going,” she says, using her feet to push me deeper into her pussy.

I moan as my dick disappears completely inside her. The walls of her pussy clench around me like she never wants me to leave her.

I move my hips, slow at first, then faster. She pushes her hips against me until we fall into an exhilarating rhythm.

Her pants and moans drive me insane. I’m about to come, but I won’t. Not until she does.

I slide my hand between us and draw circles around her clit. It’s kind of awkward from this position, but I don’t care. Charlotte’s pleasure is all that matters.

“Ryder, please,” she begs. “Don’t you dare stop what you’re doing.” The words come out choppy and urgent.

I grin. “I won’t stop. This is too good.”

“Sure is,” she mutters.

Our bodies slam against each other with burning need, and I know she’s close to an orgasm. Her walls clamp around my dick like a vise, and sure enough, she cries out, “I’m about to… Oooh, yes. I’m coming!”

The second the words leave her mouth, I let go. I slam into her, riding on her orgasm as I come hard. Hot spurts of cum shoot out of me, and I’m transported to heaven. Angels sing—or it could be Charlotte’s cries of pleasure.

I kiss her before rolling off her, but I’m not letting go. Not now. Not ever. I pull her flush against my body, and she snuggles her head against my chest.

“That was… Wow. Thank you,” she says breathlessly.

“You were amazing. We’re clearly meant for each other.”

“That’s true. We fit together perfectly.”

“I…” I hesitate.

“What? You can tell me.”

Is it too soon to say the words out loud?

No, it’s not. Not when this feels so right.

“I love you, Charlotte.”

She lets out a contented sigh. “Me too, Ryder. I love you.”