6. Chapter 6 - Mimi
Mimi
"Mimi, I promise. I-I don't mind waiting," Clint pants against me, his hard, needy cock belying his sweet words.
Part of me is tempted to roll over and let him wait it out.
See how long he can be a gentleman after I edge him to the point of madness.
But I am not cruel, or a sexy vixen. Let's be honest. I'm a horny thirty-year-old virgin, and I'm ready to be deflowered.
I want my cherry popped. Take my V-card, Clint the Mystery Mountain Man, and turn it into an F-card.
Do it so many times, we round the alphabet twice.
Afraid to kill the mood with my crazy inner dialogue, I look him dead in the eyes and say two words. "Fuck me."
Apparently, that was the magic password, because this gorgeous hunk of a man, the gentle giant who I could have sworn wouldn't hurt a fly, becomes a ravenous beast before my eyes.
And I'm fucking here for it.
Clint sits up and grips both thighs to pull me closer to him in a move so quick I gasp, grinning like a fool when he looks at me with feral desire.
He pushes my thighs apart, holding me open and stares down at my pussy as he strokes his dripping cock.
My chest heaves. I watch his eyes—hungry, desperate, and so fucking horny—and I know I am about to get railed like a sex goddess.
My pussy clenches, my heart pounds in anticipation, and then he notches his cock at my entrance, pushing the tip in and out slowly.
I moan, trying to close my legs around him, but he shakes his head, pushing my thighs back as he watches the head of his cock disappear into my body, again and again like he's mesmerized by the sight.
He moves one large hand to my core, his thumb strumming against my clit as his cock goes farther this time, and then he pulls out.
"Oh god, please fuck me, please," I beg on a whine, so wound up I can't even remember the incredible orgasm he gave me moments ago.
"Patience, love." His deep voice settles over me, and I clench around him as he pushes deeper this time. I moan, and he stills, watching me as I pant from the fullness.
"Clint, I know you're being careful since it's my first time, and I really appreciate that. But I'm a rip the Band-Aid kind of girl. Fuck me and stay put, okay." I nod quickly, letting him know I'm serious.
Clint eyes me with doubt, but then nods. "Okay. It's going to hurt, but I'll make it better; I promise."
My heart clenches at the gentle soul of the man about to fuck me, and I can't wait for the better part. I need it now.
Clint pulls out, leaving the head of his cock inside me, and I look down to where we are joined. He circles my clit with his thumb until I'm writhing against him, pulsing need thrumming at the base of my spine, and then he thrusts into me. Hard.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god," I chant over and over. The pinch is almost unbearable. I'm lightheaded, staring at Clint whose eyes are closed to near slits, but he's fully inside me, still circling my clit with his thumb, and he stills.
"I won't move until you're ready," Clint grits out, his voice low and raw.
His desperate need for me leaking through the tightly controlled care he's showing, and a rush of desire floods my core.
I take a deep breath, adjusting slowly as he kisses my shoulder, my neck, and then my mouth.
His tongue invades my mouth, and I clench around his hard cock as his thumb continues a rhythm on my clit.
"I'm ready," I tell him as I wrap a leg around his waist. He pulls out slightly and then thrusts in again.
I roll my hips with his movements, a bite of pain still there but pleasure now licking it away.
He pulls out farther the next time, pumping into me again before pulling out.
He's only going halfway, and it's helping me adjust. He stops rubbing my clit and reaches up to squeeze my breast firmly, and I moan.
The slight pain from his touch mixes with the pleasure building in my core as he thrusts into me, and it's the perfect combination.
"You're doing so good, Mimi. Taking me so well," Clint pants against me, and I realize he's still holding back.
He pinches my nipple, and I moan loudly.
"You like that?" he asks, and my eyes fly open as he speeds up his thrusts.
He squeezes my nipple, pumping into me over and over as I moan.
He looks down to where we're joined like it's the sexiest sight he's ever seen in his life.
A surge of sensual power rushes through me. I made him respond like that. I'm doing this to him. My body. My tits. My pussy. I rock against him, trying to match his thrusts
"Oh yes, fuck." Clint lets go of my breast, leaning back slightly to watch them bounce as he fucks into me with a raw power that leaves me breathless.
A gentle giant in the streets and a beast in the sheets.
"Oh god, I'm close," I pant out a warning, as little tingles of pleasure lick at my nerves, and he doubles his efforts.
He shifts slightly, hitting a spot inside me that sends a quiver throughout my body.
I moan low and loud, hanging on for dear life as he thrusts into me, aiming for that same spot over and over again.
I clench tightly and then it hits me. My eyes close as my whole body releases with pleasure.
Clint pumps into me, bellowing out his release as fireworks explode in my brain, and I come so hard and long, I'm pretty sure I black out.
When I open my eyes, Clint is using the shirt I was wearing to clean us both up.
He leaves the tent for a moment, coming back to hand me two pain relievers and a canteen.
"In case you're sore," he says, and if my eyes could literally form into hearts, they would.
When I'm done, he takes the canteen from me, puts it to the side, and then pulls the sleeping bag over us.
One of his muscular arms wraps around my waist, and I cuddle into Clint, making him my big spoon. "Um, we should probably... I'm clean, obviously. And I don't think I'm close to when I'd be ovulating, so we're okay there."
"I'm not worried," Clint assures me, and I decide I'm imagining the tone of possessive pride in his voice as I drift off into blissful, satiated slumber.