Mountain Man's Accidental Baby Daughter (A Mountain Man's Baby Romance)

by Lia Lee

  “If you don’t intend to go all the way, you better stop me now,” he rasped, pale blue eyes blazing directly into her widened brown orbs.

  “Alain, I want you, but…”

  “Too fast?” he asked after a few moments when her voice petered out. Maya viewed him cautiously, wondering if he’d pay heed to her concerns, or simply venture on with his seduction. Either way, she couldn’t really see herself putting up much of a fight. Not with the way she was hot for him. Just, there was that small part of her that held some doubts if this was what she truly wanted. Sex for the sake of it, nothing more.

  Hours later, Maya was still questioning her senses and how she could possibly have let the night end the way it did. Most women would kill to have been in her shoes, the object of desire for one of the sexiest men she’d ever seen. Maya kept wishing she could turn back the clock, and maybe it would be Alain keeping her warm in bed and not these mass of pillows surrounding her.

  Even a warm soak earlier hadn’t eased her raging urges. She could still remember Alain’s last kiss, filled with the same temptation as ever, and yet mingled with a sweet reassurance – one that told her he understood her hang-ups about tonight. Maya remembered saying something about at least offering him some coffee upstairs, but he’d chuckled darkly and said it wouldn’t be just coffee he’d be interested in if he came up with her. As such, she saw him off to the door and watched his car leave, and it was then she began to feel the first prick of regret.

  One that had continued to spread till it was an aching inferno between her legs. His kisses had tasted so good. His hands on her body had set her alight, even as his mouth and tongue on her breasts, and yes even that hint of biting teeth – had pummeled her with pleasure.

  She’d been a fool to let him go, and she probably wouldn’t get another chance, thought Maya. She rolled up and down the sheets for a bit longer before exhaustion finally won – but even in her dreams, she could never run away from the memory of those intoxicating moments of passion with Alain.

  ***

  Alain was just closing the trade show, after debuting some of their newest, most advanced quick-change bolts for car races. Normally he enjoyed fielding questions about his latest product line, and discussing patents with business associates as well as motor magazines present. Yet today felt different, as he couldn’t wait for it to be all over.

  It could be that more and more, he was realizing that work couldn’t really give him everything. He’d spent so much time and dedication to get to his present level, but for too long he’d focused on work and no play. Considering that he was actually in town to take a vacation, it was no wonder he was already tired of the business scene. Good thing then, that for the next few weeks he had nothing else to do but focus on some personal time.

  Alain remembered telling his mentor and former boss, Stephane, about his intention to restore an old car for his vacation – and how Stephan had laughed and said he wondered how a car was going to keep Alain warm at night.

  Alain now wondered the same thing, while keeping in mind the gorgeous Maya from two nights ago. He thought of what had first drawn him to her when they met, and how it had him in pursuit without even giving himself time to think it through. For Alain, apart from her undeniable beauty and allure, there had been something else. Her confidence. That was what he found most beautiful thing about a woman, of any color. The way she spoke and carried herself, and the way she looked at him that got his blood rushing from his head down to his crotch, was enough to make her a fascinating prospect.

  It was the third day since he’d last seen her, and he was of the mind she’d been afforded enough time and space to sort out whatever she’d been worried about that night. Because Alain promised himself that the next time he had the chocolate-skinned Maya alone, he’d be giving them both what they so manifestly craved.

  ***

  When Alain called to tell her he would pick her up for dinner at 7, Maya felt relieved. She’d been so close to ringing him up herself, after three days of them not seeing. She hadn’t been sure if she should be the one to make the next move. Men took pleasure in the chase, right?

  Whatever the case, Maya wasn’t in for games – not with Alain. One promise she made herself as she got ready for the night, was to let each moment lead the way. She didn’t plan on making any rash decisions, but she was determined not to inhibit herself either.

  Alain arrived and again, she saw that look in his eyes that told her he liked what he saw – her choice of attire was a success, then. Before she could get in the car, he turned her round and gave her a long, lingering kiss. Whew, thought Maya. Was that a promise of things to come? Because it already had her feeling like jelly – in the best way.

  Instead of heading for a restaurant as Maya expected, Alain informed her that he’d picked dinner up already, and they were going to have a picnic somewhere alone. Maya was brimming with excitement and curiosity, wondering where the location would be. But Alain didn’t let her in on it until finally, they arrived.

  He brought them to a stretch of beach, very quiet and secluded. Maya liked it instantly, and got right into the mood of dinner in an outdoor romantic meal. They stretched out a blanket and Maya removed her high heels, sat down and curled her legs under her. Alain had got them some delicious Chinese, filled with things that were easy to feed her while they talked and laughed while enjoying the gentle atmosphere.

  The washing waves, both serene and spine-tingling at the same time, the night-blue sky above them filled with stars, and the electric attraction between them, was all that kept them company. Maya had no idea how Alain had arranged such a beautiful spot just for them, but she appreciated the nice touch. It was a while since an admirer had gone out of his way to make her feel special.

  Much mellowed out after a couple of hours of good food and company, Maya didn’t demur as Alain came behind her and softly kissed her neck. She did feel a shock when his hands came round to fondle her breasts through her dress – but then she decided she liked Alain’s boldness. No dithering with this guy, she thought with a gasp of pleasure.

  Maya closed her eyes and dipped her head back, wanting to give Alain better access to her neck as he nuzzled. Just then, she felt Alain reach up and tie a dark silk cloth around her head, blindfolding her. She instantly reached up to remove it, but he told her, “No.” He gently pulled her hands down, then slowly, slipped her dress off her shoulders and let it pool at her waist.

  Already disoriented by the darkness of her blindfold, Maya felt panicked by being half-undressed and threw her hands to cross over her bra, but again Alain drew her hands away and this time, linked them behind her back. The moment she felt him attached some kind of cuffs to keep them there, her stomach felt like its bottom had fallen out. “Alain?” she breathed half in fear and excitement.

  “Trust me.”

  Two words – and he had the plummeting beat of her heart go still and calm. The deep warm timber of his voice, and the equally warm touch of his hands on her bare shoulders, heavy and soothing, reassured her. Maya was way less scared now, but just as agitated by the scandalizing thought that she was half-naked, blindfolded and handcuffed on a beach. Thank goodness it was secluded and deserted.

  “How captivating a picture you make,” Alain said in his husky, accented voice she found so sexy. “There in your bra and your dress half off, eyes blindfolded and hands restrained in my leather cuffs, with the ocean and night as your perfect backdrop. You can feel your nipples getting hard, can’t you? From not just the slight breeze but from anticipation as well. You can’t see what’s happening, and can’t even make to cover yourself if anyone happened by. I can almost see you dripping in excitement at the thought. Aren’t you, my beauty?”

  Maya had let Alain’s words flow over her like poetry, letting her deprived senses, drink in everything around her. It all felt extra intense from not being able to see at all, and just experience.

  She was definitely beginning to feel some moistness deep in her
core, just as Alain had surmised. Maya couldn’t help wishing, that he would reach down and feel her sex to find it wet and swollen with arousal. The way she was breathing fast and her insides were charged up by desire, it would take just a brush of his hand against her clit and Maya knew she’d orgasm.

  Alain seemed to realize this, since he moved away and from the sounds she caught, he began to open more of the containers. He then fed her a few bites of barbecued pork and kimchi, and occasional sips of wine. Eating felt different now that she was blindfolded – the flavors seemed to change on her tongue, becoming more sensual and decadent.

  Her dominant lover was opening her senses to a whole new vista, thought Maya. Never would she have thought she’d agree to anything like this…and certainly not to Alain helping her to finish undressing, as he drew the dress down her hips and helped her lift off the floor so he could tug it off her feet. Now she sat in just her bra and panties, a sultry purple ensemble.

  “Now you look far more comfortable,” said Alain with approval, though Maya could have retorted that she definitely felt the least comfortable at the moment. After all, she was the one in just her underwear while Alain was fully dressed – and she was at more of a disadvantage because she was blindfolded and bound. Of course, she didn’t voice any of such defiant thoughts. Something about Alain made her want to please him, and as such she gave in to her submissive side, one she never even knew she had before now.

  Once more Alain lifted a spoon to her lips, and the morsel he fed her this time, was topped with some sweet and sour sauce. A couple drops fell on her pushed-up cleavage, sliding down in between the dusky hollow of her breasts.

  “Look at the mess I made,” Alain murmured. “I’ll just have to clean it up, seeing as you’re unable to do so yourself at this juncture.”

  Maya felt like they were playing out an elaborate scene, and she stifled a giggle thinking how much she really wanted to get into it. A bit of sexy role-play wasn’t out of place, was it – even though she might have picked a less exposed location for them to try it? Still, something about being in the outdoors and risking someone watching or even catching them…had its own dangerous appeal.

  Maya felt her nipples begin to harden even before Alain proceeded to scoop out her breasts, freeing them to the open air, and to his gaze which she could already feel like a laser on her flesh. Even with her bra still on, Maya felt just as exposed as possible, what with her mounds raised proudly from their cups, the nipples stung by the swirling breeze.

  Everything else before now had been like a teaser, but when Alain began to use his tongue to clean the sauce off her skin, it felt like being shot into orbit. Her nipples felt like hard, sharp points that begged to be tasted. But Alain only focused on the tops of her full, firm breasts where the sauce had spilled. Then he drew back and again, spooned some food close to her lips which she opened dutifully. Only this time, the next bite goes dripping down her inner thigh. Maya gasped as she felt the warm liquid slither down her sensitive skin.

  Now what?

  “Lie back,” Alain said, with a voice huskier than usual and almost unrecognizable. Maya was out of breath, just managing to rest on her back even with her arms linked behind her in the cuffs. Just how far was Alain going to take this? Her answer came soon enough.

  He’d parted her legs and now she could feel him licking the sauce off her. The next moment, he announced that her panties had gotten wet enough. “They should come off, don’t you think? Before any food gets on them,” he suggested.

  Was he serious? Yes, looked like he was, thought Maya with a surge of trepidation and excitement as Alain deftly rid her of her panties, barely needing her to lift her bottom as he all but yanked them off her ankles. Well, shit. Now she was completely exposed and open for all to see.

  “Alain…”

  “I’m so fucking hard for you right now,” he rasped, effectively shutting off her protest as her breathing hiked up impossibly at his statement. “I want to taste you, then take you right here and now. But tonight is all about the expectation, the wait. The longer I keep you on edge, the longer and keener the release when I decide you deserve one.”

  Maya groaned, squirming on the blanket as she told herself that even a soft waft of air against her clit would cause her to explode at this rate. Self-conscious as she was to be virtually butt naked and unable to cover herself from Alain’s sight, Maya also felt deliciously keyed up. When she tried to at least close her legs, Alain swiftly commanded her to keep them open, and to widen them even more, which made her cheeks flush as she complied.

  She couldn’t believe this was really happening. Could it be just a dream? But no, it couldn’t be, not when she could feel her own juices start to slide from between her folds and run down to her crack. Maya was sure Alain could see her shamelessly dripping for him? Crazily, she both wanted him to and yet, didn’t. Her head was all over the place, being trapped in the darkness of the blindfold. It made the whole circumstances feel all the more surreal for not getting to see anything, but to use her other senses even more.

  “You’re far too fetching for your own good, Maya,” Alain said with a dark chuckle. “How much it’s taking me to hold back, you’ll never know. But this time on the beach is all for you, not me. And I think you need to cool down, don’t you?”

  With those words, he took the cool wine bottle and brushed it along her hard nipples. Maya’s spine jerked in reaction, a sensual thrill moving through her body when Alain replaced that cold sensation with his warm mouth, as it engulfed one chilled nipple.

  “Oh my…Alain,” Maya panted, feeling him nip gently on her nub with his teeth even as he sucked it whole. No longer able to quell her moans, Maya let the sounds of pleasure fill the night air. Yet even as she begged and gasped for relief from this sweet torture, Alain only laughed wickedly and said, not yet. It felt like an endless loop of wondrous teasing after that. Her relentless lover, turning her over on her stomach as he told her there was yet more area for him to explore on her beautiful form. He freed her hands from the cuffs, and had her stretch her arms over her head out of the way.

  Telling her she was too tense, he added that he would help her relax. If those skilful hands of his, massaging her from her shoulders to her back then down to her ass was meant to relax her, then boy he had to be joking. Maya was all the more churned up with arousal by time she felt Alain’s touch on her derriere, kneading and squeezing. She was one mass of jello, yet her muscles were stretched tighter than a bow with waiting for him to finally touch her there, where she was her moistest and neediest.

  Finally, he gave her what she wished for. Reaching between her open legs, he rubbed on her drenched lips. Maya whimpered in bliss, clenching her fists high above her while beneath, she could feel her aching nipples throb where they pressed against the blanket.

  She was trembling all over with desire. Alain knew just what to do, sliding one finger ever so gently inside her and feeling her wetness. “So tight and wet. Open your legs wider, baby.”

  Maya shifted her thighs farther apart with legs shaking, as Alain slipped in another finger to join the first. He leaned over to kiss and suck on her back, and coupled with him thrusting those two fingers in and out of her, Maya coasted right along the rim of ecstasy. “Alain, please. I need to cum.”

  He kissed his way up her neck to her ear, making her shiver as he whispered, “Oh, you will cum. When you count to ten.”

  Maya blinked unseeingly behind the blindfold. She couldn’t even remember her own name right now, and he wanted her to count to ten? Alain pumped his two fingers ever so deeply and slowly in and out, twisting and angling them just right, to touch her g-spot. His other hand wound into her hair and tugged, causing her head to snap back even as her spine arched. Suddenly, he started to thrust faster and deeper inside her. Beneath the blackness of her blindfold, Maya saw white stars.

  “Start the count, Maya. Or this ends now.”

  Oh God. He was serious, thought Maya. Unclogging her brain, s
he tried to remember which number came first. “One?”

  “Keep going,” growled Alain, and slammed his fingers inside her so deep the heel of his palm slammed against her ass. Oh shit she just might not make it to ten before she harpooned into her orgasm. But something made her want to at least keep trying.

  “Two.”

  Alain’s fingers were a blur inside her, the pace of his thrusts unbroken as they built up the surge of pleasure inside her. Maya’s whole universe was spinning, as in the base of her womb a windstorm picked up force. Each time he plunged those fingers inside her, the impact sent her clit rubbing against the blanket underneath. This was making her crazy…what came after two again?

  “Three.”

  Hmm, he was kissing on her neck, just on her favorite spot. His lips felt almost soothing on her delicate flesh, while his fingers mercilessly pounded her twitching walls, stretching and filling her over and over.

  Oh Christ. “Four.” Almost halfway, thought Maya frenziedly. If she could just catch her breath enough to make it to the next number.

  “Five.”

  Maya had never been so wet in her life. She could even hear the lewd sound of her juices, mashed by Alain’s fingers plumbing deep inside her. Shamed by her animal lusts, she could only surrender to the wild beat of passion’s drum as Alain played her like a maestro.

  “Six.” Keep going, Maya, urged her inner voice. Don’t think about the fact that Alain had found that hidden trigger within her vagina no other lover had been able to discover. Certainly don’t pay heed to the hand he’d slipped from her hair, to reach round for her breast. Fuck!

  “Seven!” she cried out, as Alain pinched one tingling nub within his thumb and forefinger.

  Oh no, please don’t twist my nipple like that. “Eight.”