Mountain Man's Proposal

by Lauren Wood

  “Just because we came up here together doesn’t mean we have to do anything. I don’t know about you, but I think we’ve done enough talking.” I was waiting for his answer and he responded by taking my hand and placing it against his chest.

  Even through his shirt, I could feel how irregular his heartbeat was. The tempo quickened and it made me feel blessed to be this close to him. I wanted him to know every curve of my body like the back of his hand. I was in no hurry.

  “Lila, your kiss is like warm honey and I feel like you have turned me inside out. There’s a part of me that thinks I will be betraying her memory by being with you. I know how silly it might sound to you, but I can’t help to wonder what she is thinking looking down from her heavenly perch.” I opened his shirt one button at a time. He lost his breath as I ran my fingers through the coarse hairs of his chest.

  “We haven’t done anything to warrant any kind of guilt. There’s nothing wrong with finding pleasure in the arms of another. I don’t want to do anything to scare you. Taking off your shirt is a small step in the right direction.” I took off my blouse watching his reaction when he found what was hiding underneath. The bra was barely able to contain the abundance of flesh.

  “With each breath you take I crumble underneath your gaze. I’m still thinking about whether or not this is a good idea. I’ve never been one to take advice from fools. I hear what you’re saying and I’m inclined to allow you to take me by your guiding hand.” We sat down on the edge of the bed, holding hands and listening to each other breathe.

  I took a risk and placed my hand on his knee. I could show him incredible things with my body crying out in response to his touch. I wanted to play and to give him a reason to live again. I was fast forwarding to the end where we were lying in the post aftermath of our pleasure. There was really only one way to get there.

  “I’m not usually reckless and I know when I’ve gone too far. A man like you deserves to know the feeling of a woman again.” I pushed him back on the mattress. I was his fantasy and the dream girl he didn’t even know he wanted. He had a nasty mental scar and there was a blank space ready to be filled by my words of encouragement.

  “I’m having a bit of a panic attack.” I kissed him with my tongue resolving to soothe his troubled nerves. He struggled for a moment until he sank into it running his hands down my back. My eyes went wide for a moment when he found the clasp to my bra.

  It fell into his hands and I saw the ray of light peering back at me through his eyes. His restless spirit lifted to a sitting position. I cupped his head and held him firmly to my chest. His hunger overwhelmed him and he ferociously grabbed onto one nipple with his teeth. I moaned and rubbed the reminder of what I was doing to him down below.

  “You have a gentle soul with a wild and untamed beast waiting for the key to be placed in the lock. Show me the real man and I will give you something more than a good time.” I had ordered room service with a bottle of champagne and strawberries with whipped cream. I could only hope it wasn’t going to arrive until we were well beyond the friendship stage.

  “I can feel the walls of reluctance being knocked down by your hammer of persistence. Sex was nothing more than going through the motions after what happened to my fiancé. This is more than anything I felt with those other girls. They were mainly there for one purpose.” He lifted me and had me in the position of him hovering over me.

  He was growling underneath his breath as he easily undid my pants and pulled them and my underwear away from my tender flesh. I had awakened the animal spirit within him. It was always there waiting for a careful hand of persuasion to draw him out of the shell of his own prison.

  “Somebody is wearing too many clothes and it’s not me.” I squealed like a little girl as he threw my legs in the air with his hands holding onto my ankles. He ignited a flicker of a flame with his fingers moving steadily closer to the object of his desire.

  “Lila, I have to give you something for your patience.” His tongue followed the same path as his fingers. The light touch of the tip of his tongue burned like a hot poker. My thighs were waiting for him and there was no stopping the plane after it left the hangar.

  “I want to go on the record to say I didn’t ask for this. I was perfectly content feasting my eyes on you. Your body is going to be my wonderland. Keep that in mind. If you are as good as I think you’re going to be then there will be no escaping my clutches.” He was dangerously close to the forbidden zone. I was prepared to show him what he was going to get, but he very easily did it himself.

  “I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than a woman climbing to a higher plateau of pleasure.” Without warning, he dived with the pointed end of his oral spear splaying me open for a more thorough search.

  “Fuck me… you should have given me fair warning before you did that.” I tried to grab onto the headboard, but it was out of my reach. I had to do something with my hands.

  My fists grabbed onto the blankets and pulled them a little harder each time he made me fade in and out of consciousness.

  He was far too busy to say anything with his mouth full. He was blowing me open wide with the fuse lit to the dynamite of my climax. He had good knowledge of the female anatomy and he was using his experience to make my eyes roll into the back of my head. I was homing in on the moment of truth.

  “I love the way you devour me like a man possessed. The feel of your tongue fucking me fast and wild is too much for me to take. Yes… more of that…everything you are doing is going to make me… CUMMMMM.” My body began to thrash and he had no choice but to hold me down to the best of his ability. I had traveled this road before, but not with this kind of intensity.

  He finally emerged with my sweetness blazing a glistening trail along his lips. Kissing me hard and with insistence had me feeling the product of his hung arousal. I flipped him onto his back, going after his pants to find the button was already open. The zipper was halfway down and the bulge of his excitement was greeting my wide open eyes.

  “I can’t do this on my own. This is when you decide if this is something you really want.” It was only 10 seconds, but it felt like an eternity before he finally lifted to give me enough room to maneuver his pants down until they were tossed without care onto the floor.

  “Wild horses couldn’t tear me away from here.” I licked the surface of his underwear exactly where the bulge was situated. I soaked through the material leaving him practically exposed.

  Pulling down the waistband gave me a look at the hard and unyielding subject ready to be experimented on. I continued to unveil the masterpiece molded from the minds of every woman’s fantasy. His underwear was tucked underneath his balls with my hand sliding up to the top where the magic happened.

  “I hope you don’t mind, but I really do have this unhealthy fascination for your equipment. I can’t imagine a better vision than seeing this harder than granite.” This was not like those mirrors where everything was closer than they appeared.

  It wasn’t safe to turn away and blinking would have made me lose out on seeing how his knob was constantly pulsating. I couldn’t decide whether or not he was purposely doing it to garner my attention or it was out of his control. It really didn’t matter.

  “I’m not one to lie back on my laurels. I have a nicely proportioned piece of hardware, but I don’t believe that I’m a woman’s wet dream come true. I go out of my way to please because I was taught to give until it hurts.” He was built from the ground up in the very image of those characters in romance novels. His hair was short, but there was nothing soft about him.

  “I can assure you this 9-inch behemoth is more than enough for any woman. Most guys claim to be bigger than they are, but you don’t have to do that.” I sampled the clear fluid and then encompassed his knob with the heat of my lips surrounding him.

  My lipstick made a ring around his trunk until there was nothing left between them and his stomach. It was my first and not my last time giving into my voracious need. My
attention was on the knob with my hand circling his shaft. I was licking in a clockwise motion and then I changed technique to counterclockwise. He squirmed in my grasp. I tried to settle him down by raking my nails down his thighs.

  I brought my hand all the way back down with my mouth following the same trajectory. The bubbling cauldron of his excitement was giving me more than my fair share of a sample before the main event. It was then we both heard the inevitable knock on the door. I wasn’t sure I could pull myself away, but I managed to walk away from him wiping my mouth.

  I opened the door without thinking and found myself accosted by a gun in my face.

  Chapter six

  The man was unknown to me and he was in no mood for a casual conversation. He nudged me inside by pressing the muzzle of the revolver against my forehead. It was terrifying to think my life was going to be over in the blink of an eye.

  “I can see you don’t even recognize me, but why should you. It’s not like you ever truly understood the consequences of your actions. I’ve been watching you for quite some time. I thought the letters were enough. You didn’t even do me the courtesy of answering them. I only wanted what I was due. Nothing more and nothing less, but you couldn’t even give me that.” The heat of the barrel was a stark reminder of how close I was to those pearly gates.

  I glanced over my shoulder see the spot where Morgan was currently lying was vacant. There was no way to know where he had gone. Did he even understand what was going on?

  “If this is about money then I can wire you whatever amount you want.” I remember reading the letters, but if there was any mention of a monetary settlement it was subtle.

  “We could have avoided all of this. I lost everything when you swooped down like a vulture to pick at the bones of my business. My wife left me and my children never want to speak to me again. Money was the answer at the time. It’s not anymore. I need my pound of flesh and I’m damn well going to get it.” The finger on the trigger was hard to ignore.

  “Everyone has a price. Tell me what yours is and I will give you twice the amount. You can start over never having to worry about working a day in your life. Doesn’t sitting on a tropical beach looking at the Emerald water and feeling the sun on your face sound like a good compromise?” I could see his eyes darting from side to side. It was quite apparent he was doing the calculations in his head.

  I wasn’t even thinking and I turned with my back towards the door. I saw the flutter of the curtain behind my assailant.

  “It’s not enough and you’re not going to get out of this by breaking out your checkbook.” It was surprising something like this hadn’t happened already.

  I slammed shut my eyes and there was no reason to see it coming. I could only hope it was going to be quick and as painless as possible. I was going to ask for more details, but it didn’t seem necessary when his mind was already made up.

  The barrel was leaving the faint outline embedded in my skin. Waiting for death became an effort just to stand there.

  I heard what sounded like someone in pain and then a scream fading in the distance. I dared to open up my eyes and standing outside on the balcony was the naked form of Morgan.

  He had his back toward me and was looking over the railing. I came to my senses and it dawned on me what happened. Joining him with my hand on his shoulder was met with the grisly sight of the man lying on a parked car down on the street.

  “I tried to reach for him, but he scratched my hand. I think he knew this was how it was going to end.”

  The police arrived an hour later and took our statements. We were wearing robes with the insignia of the hotel on the breast pocket. They found his tiny little apartment riddled with articles about me. He was obsessed and became even more so when I didn’t answer his letters.

  They left shortly later and I was distraught until he lifted me and tossed me unceremoniously onto the bed. He stripped off the robe and landed heavily enough that I was bounced into the air a couple of feet.

  “I forgot to mention when my adrenaline is pumping pretty heavily that I get a little excited. It was made even worse by what you were doing before all of this transpired.” He took a hold of the belt and released my body to his agreeable eyes.

  “I’m glad I didn’t see what you did. It might have put a damper on the mood.” He positioned his legs on either side of my body. He had to literally force his erection down until his hot little head was touching my hole.

  “We’ve been dancing around this for too long.” He made me dig my fingernails into his shoulders. He was looking right at me as he filled me to capacity. Those 9-inches knew exactly where to touch to get the desired reaction.

  “It’s a little awkward, but I think I can make it work.” The room was hot and hazy which was driving me crazy. We worked together to find a complementary rhythm. It was as if we were attuned to each other’s bodies.

  “Lila, I almost forgot what it was like to have a connection with another human being. My friendship with Henry doesn’t even compare to the intimacy between us.” His shaft was being inflicted by the rippling walls of my sex. I purposely squeezed them and I knew we were eventually going to face a problem.

  “There was nothing I could do to prevent myself from falling for you. It certainly didn’t hurt the way you saved my life twice.” It seemed to be a theme. Two times he had saved me from the cold and impersonal hand of death. Two times I had risen to the stratosphere of pleasure. This was going to be my third.

  “I spent my nights awake wondering what I could have done differently. The only solution is to let it go and break the cycle of despair once and for all.” He was slowing down and then he was speeding up never giving my body a chance to fully immerse itself into the pleasures of his quivering flesh.

  “I wasn’t fooled and I knew you needed me to pull you out of the darkness. Fuck me, own that pussy like no man has ever done before. It’s time to see the silver lining. Look into my eyes and we will do this together.” He moved until he was suspended over the top of me. My legs were around his waist and the bottom half of my body was hanging precariously in the air.

  “I can’t find the off switch. You turn me on and I’ve never been this sexually charged. It’s not just your body, but it’s the whole package. I’m going to… I’m going to… I want you to be there with me. I’m willing… willing to slow down.” His momentum had shifted into a different gear. His hard column of flesh was making contact with my clit with each forward thrust.

  “I’m caught up in the fire in your eyes. There’s no reason to hesitate. I don’t need any kind of drug when I’m with you.” At least now I knew what it was to be in the presence of someone who truly wanted to be with me.

  I came with his equipment getting a deep tissue massage from the inside. It was the perfect union. The feeling of his sizzling seed erupting from his loins was met with both of us screaming in a tandem exercise of a delicious release. All of my senses were enhanced.

  “I have nothing left to give to my country.” He was able to make me shake from the inside out.

  “I’m afraid I have some bad news for you.” He turned on his side curious to hear what I was going to say. “The land is fertile and will be in desperate need of your hard labor. Your duty to this country is far from over.” I motioned to my bald mound like I was a game show hostess showing the prize.

  “I think after some orange juice this plow horse will be ready to go again.” We continued until the wee hours of the morning.

  I had him move in and he became a permanent fixture in my life. He was still taking assignments, but he was selective about which ones he was going to take.

  I still worried about him, but the homecoming more than made up for the sleepless nights. He would barely make it through the door before we were all over each other.

  It was true about absence making the heart grow fonder.

  THE END

  DIRTY NEIGHBOR

  Chapter 1

  I snuggled deep into the comfor
t of my bed, embracing the warmth it gave me. It was barely ten in the evening and I was already in bed. I was excited for my first day of senior year tomorrow.

  My parents were medical doctors and I plan to follow in their footsteps. I’ve got the grades, the drive, and the handwriting. I was what you call a goody-two-shoes with a slight bit obsession of being a perfectionist. I thrive to be a perfect daughter, perfect student, and the perfect doctor. I won’t settle for less. And being perfect means no parties and especially no boyfriends.

  Tonight my parents had night shifts at the hospital and I had all the evening to myself. I enjoyed a quiet night to myself but that quiet was soon disturbed.

  “Oh yeah, harder! Harder baby!”

  My eyes snapped open as my lips curled in disgust. Damn, that man whore! Of course, my perfect night had to be ruin by the one and only enemy.

  Eros Carmichael.

  He’s the town’s notorious bad boy. It has been years since he’s been home. Word has it that he was sent to rehab, others say he became a secret assassin, and then there’s one where he went to jail. Just today I heard word of his return and I knew that one way or another he would annoy me.

  You see, Eros is five-years-older than me. But I remember when I was little he would disturb the neighborhood with his parties and his fights. It was outrageous! He is the worst neighbor of all time. This time he’s gone too far. He’s an adult now, he should be more responsible.

  The moaning only seemed to get louder. I stormed to my window and right as I opened my window I shouted “Hey! Can you keep it down?” as I was waiting for a reply I was only met with more moaning.

  “Faster baby! Faster!”

  I think I’m going to be sick. “Knock it off!” I yelled but still the moaning continued. Usually, when Eros would be too noisy he had my parents to deal with but with my parents at work, I guess I have to deal with him myself.