Mountain Man's Proposal

by Lauren Wood

  The window panes rattled with the water sloshing over the sides. What he had between his legs was a stick of dynamite. I was waiting for his powerful load to explode. He was like a machine completely obsessed with no off switch.

  “Rachel, nothing is like the real thing. Fucking you is better than my fantasies all rolled into one. I can feel myself fighting the urge. It’s only a matter of time.” His forked tongue was telling me everything I needed to know.

  “I’m going to help you make this moment one to remember.” I knew touching my clit was going to break the stalemate between us.

  I centered my thumb but then I had a better idea. I maneuvered us closer to the jets and the first contact made my whole body convulse. I was bearing down on him with a tremendous bit of pressure.

  “Right fucking… NOWWWW.” His hose let loose with a torrential spray of boiling seed.

  I clamped my legs together to give him a little bit of extra friction. He had slowed down but didn’t stop until the last drop had been siphoned from his balls.

  “I don’t want to take it out. I like you exactly where you’re at.” He tried to extricate, but I was extra vigilant in holding his depleted member.

  “I can’t take this abuse.” He was quite sensitive after this marathon sex of sexual delights.

  “It’s not considered abuse if I find pleasure in it. It’s going to be fun to see where your limitations are.” I was ready to embark on a wonderful journey of self-discovery with him.

  “I think you will be surprised at how much I can take. It’s not like I have been living in a bubble of solitude. I’ve had a few female guides in acts that would be considered illegal in some states.” He had mentioned something in passing, but I thought he was joking.

  I took a deep breath and rallied the forces of my courage to say what was on my mind. I was going to risk having him slam the door in my face. I couldn’t keep this part of my life hidden from him forever. It was better to face it head on than to face recrimination in the future.

  “I’ve been masquerading as a vigilante to take down people who got away with a crime. I won’t be doing it anymore. I will be joining the academy. Can you live with the possibility of a police officer knocking on your door late at night to inform you of my death? I will be careful because I have something to live for.” He slipped out of my slippery folds.

  “I knew there had to be a reason for those bruises. I wasn’t entirely convinced they were from some kickboxing class. I’m glad you told me, but I’m thrilled that you have decided to give it up. I want you to be safe, but if your passion is in police work then I won’t stand in your way.” We got out of the water before we pruned.

  I saw a flicker of life between his legs. It wasn’t going to remain down for the count for long. I tried to grab him, but he dodged my advances.

  “I can’t tell you how much it makes me happy to have you chasing me around like a lovesick teenager. Being your next door neighbor has been intolerable. I look at you and I need to relieve myself. Watching you undress before you closed your drapes might have made me a pervert, but I couldn’t help myself.” He was carrying a torch and now we could carry it together.

  I paced back and forth and gave him an accusing finger poke in the chest. He stood there with his arms raised in mock surrender. It gave me an idea. I wasn’t angry, but it did make it easier to inject a bit of kinky persuasion.

  “It’s a crime to play peeping tom. I’m going to have to punish you. Follow me to my house. I have the handcuffs ready to take you into my custody.” He didn’t try to resist my authority.

  “Officer, I have been a very bad boy. Don’t go easy on me. It doesn’t matter that we are engaged.” I stopped short at the threshold of his house.

  I turned and found him holding a shining example of his fidelity. He slipped it onto my shaky finger. It was the perfect fit.

  “It looks like we have something to celebrate, but not until your punishment is over. If you do the time then you have to be prepared to do the crime. I think that’s the other way around.” I lost my train of thought with the engagement ring signaling how our friendship had evolved into a lifetime commitment.

  THE END

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