Rekindled: A Mountain Man Romance

by Johnny Knox

  “Raise your arms,” I tell her.

  She does as I say. She steps from her heels, lifts her arms to the ceiling. I take the hem of her dress, and ease it over her hips, over her shoulders, and then drop it to the floor.

  Standing before me is a fucking piece of work. Rosie is curvy, her skin so creamy and soft. Her tits bigger than I remembered, and her little pussy covered with a pair of panties that I’m already wishing were off.

  “Honey, you are heaven.”

  She shakes her head, her eyes rolling automatically.

  “How are you single?” I ask her. “How have you not been married and knocked up a dozen times over? How are you here?”

  “North,” she says reaching behind to unclasp her bra. “I’m single because I’ve been waiting for you.”

  She pulls off her bra, drops it to the floor. And two round globes fall from the cups. Her nipples hard and wanting. I can’t resist her anymore. I don’t want to, and I don’t need to. I pull her into my arms, and I kiss her.

  Chapter Six

  Rosie

  The kiss is like music, and I know that sounds cheesy, but it’s true. There are so many notes of desire echoing around the room as North plays with my mouth. He works my mouth over like I am the keyboard, tongues dancing, as our bodies press tight against the other.

  His chest is bare and something deep within me craves to see what is below the waistband of his jeans. He’s chiseled; my hands run over his bare chest, counting the rungs, there’s over eight.

  We pull apart but it’s only because his hard cock is pressing against me, against my belly, awakening my core to a place it’s never been before.

  “I have to see you,” I tell him. “All of you.”

  He growls, pulling away from me. But he willingly unbuttons his jeans with deft fingers, as if I’m asking him the easiest thing in the world. And right now, I guess I am. I’m asking for the thing that both of us so obviously want. For the thing both of us have wanted for a very long time.

  “I’m going to tell you something,” he says, his fingers inching down his jeans. They stop. “I’m going to tell you something, and it’s going to change the way you see me.”

  I hold my breath, suddenly scared of what he might say next. The truth is I don’t know North. Like, at all. He could be a murderer or a lunatic, a sinner or a saint.

  He could be so many things and the truth of that actually causes me to forget to breathe. Again.

  But it isn’t what he might be, that has me catching my breath … it’s the realization that I don’t really think anything he told me would matter.

  In this moment what could he possibly tell me that would cause me to pull back, cause me to walk away? Because right now my body is on fire. On fire for him. And I cannot imagine a single scenario that would stop what is pulsing between us.

  I know how long I’ve been imagining being with him. And from what he’s told me, I think he’s been thinking of me this whole time also. That means, that this moment is written in the stars. Even if there isn’t a single star in the sky tonight. Because right now, this is supposed to happen. It has to happen.

  “What?” I ask. “Just tell me. Because honestly, North, I can’t imagine anything you might say that would cause me to walk out that door.”

  North lowers his eyes to the ground, pausing, and when he lifts them, I see the vulnerability that he’s attempting to suppress.

  “Don’t hold back now,” I tell him. “What is it about?” When he doesn’t answer right away I feel like I have to keep talking. “Is it really bad?”

  I’m hoping like hell it isn’t.

  “Oh, honey, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he tells me, pulling my nearly naked body against his chest. “I’m just a little embarrassed because I’m twenty-eight. And the truth is, I’m a virgin.”

  My eyes flutter open wide, a smile stretching across my face. Relief washes over me and he has no idea to what extent.

  “Really, you’re truly a virgin?”

  “Does that make me weak in your eyes, less of a man?” He looks at me straight on once again, sees so deep inside me that I feel something ignite. “Because the truth is, Rosie, I never met anyone I wanted after I met you. I made a vow to myself that wasting my time with anyone else was a fool’s mistake. One I wasn’t willing to make. You ruined me for girls. You made me only want a woman.”

  “Any woman?”

  “No, Rosie. Not any woman. You. I’ve been dreaming about fucking you for ten years. I’ve been dreaming about spreading your legs, licking your pussy, pumping my cock in your dripping cunt. For ten years. Can you handle that amount of devotion to the idea of a girl I never really knew? Because all I knew is your brown eyes, your curvy ass, your perfect tits. All I knew was your soulful gaze, and your shy demeanor, and your ability to see me. All I knew was enough.”

  “But now, it’s not enough anymore is it?”

  I know my words tease. I know my words tiptoe around what he’s saying. I know my words aren’t enough for either of us.

  “It’s not nearly enough. Now I want to know more. I want to know everything. I told you if I had had a chance to say goodbye I would’ve memorized your body, but this time, I’m not letting you go. This time, your body is mine.”

  “Show me,” I tell him. “Show me what that means. Because North, I’ve never been with anyone either. I’ve been saving myself for you, not knowing if I’d ever get a chance to be with you. But the idea of being with you ... it’s been enough. All those nights alone in my own bed, I dreamt of you inside me, and that has gotten me through. That has gotten me off.”

  My words cause a surge of desire to unleash within North because he drops his pants and his raging cock is before me. It’s long and thick and way too big for my little pussy.

  But I will try. I will try to take him. Try to take him in my pussy. I will try to be his little play thing, let him use my body however he pleases. I will give him anything he wants. Because one look at his cock and my panties are soaked through.

  “I tried to imagine what you might look like ... but North, my God.”

  “Don’t play games with me, woman, you’ve seen my cock, and you better be ready to show me your pussy.”

  “I’ll show you anything. I’ve been waiting for you to ask.”

  I step out of my panties and don’t even care that I am in the living room of a man I just reunited with today.

  I am completely naked before a completely naked man, and I’m glad because this is exactly what I want.

  Katie told me to be brave, and I will be brave right now, I will tell North exactly what I’ve been dreaming of.

  “How do you want to see my pussy?” I ask.

  I step toward him, running my hands over his chest, lowering them, but then hesitating as I reach his raging cock. It’s not that I’m scared of it, more like I don’t trust myself around it. Once my fingers wrap around his shaft, I know I won’t let go.

  “I want you in my bed. On your back. I want to spread your legs, and I want to lick your pussy up and down. That’s what I want.”

  I can’t speak, because my pussy is dripping and my heart is beating fast and all I want is everything he’s just said.

  He must sense that, because instead of speaking, he takes my hand, and leads me to his bedroom.

  Chapter Seven

  North

  She’s on her back, in my bed, and I know, without a shadow of a doubt that this has been worth the wait. My cock strains against itself. I’ve never been so hard in my life.

  And I’ve gotten off to a lot of shady porn. None of it compares to this, not even close. What a waste of mother fucking time.

  “Spread your legs,” I tell her. “Let me see your tight little pussy. The pussy you saved for me.” I pull her to the edge of the bed, her little ass almost hanging off when I get down on my knees so I can take a real good look her cunt.

  Her legs are spread just like I told her, my tongue can’t hold back anymore. I press m
y mouth against her opening, her sweet juice all over me because in a matter of seconds she’s dripping wet.

  I know she wants this as badly as I want it. My tongue laps up her precious release, loving the taste of her. Wanting to taste every last drop of her. My tongue licks from her little asshole all the way up to her tight pussy. And then back down again. Over and over I do this as she withers beneath me.

  Her knees buckle as I move over her, rolling my tongue in circles, her little pussy so tight. I know because when I press one finger into her opening, she moans in discomfort. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know that my massive cock is going to split her in two.

  I move my finger in and out of her opening, stretching her because I know we both need to fuck tonight but the last thing I want to do is hurt her.

  My other hand moves past her belly over her soft skin, reaching her tits. I massage her round breasts, touching her hard nipples, causing pre-cum to release from the tip of my cock.

  “I know it’s going to hurt North, but it doesn’t matter. I just want you in me. I want you in me so bad.”

  “You’re pussy is so perfect, honey,” I tell her. “But I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “But that wouldn’t be fair would it, North?” she asks. “I didn’t drive all this way to leave without a proper fucking.”

  “I told you already, you’re not going anywhere.”

  She moans as I press a second finger into her tight cunt. I move it in and out, my thumb rolling circles over her clit. Her knees continue to tremble, her head falls back, as she reaches orgasm. She moans loudly, then even louder. Until she is whimpering, gushing her sweet release all over my face and I flick her round pulsing clit with my tongue.

  “So I’m a prisoner?” she asks between moans.

  “No, not a prisoner. You’re my woman.”

  “God, North, oh my God.” Her hands reach for the sheets of my bed and pull them into fists. Her little ass lifts from the bed as an orgasm rolls over her. “Oh, oh, yeah please,” she moans. “Fuck. Me. Fuck me. Now. Fuck me forever.”

  Her hands run through my hair as she climaxes.

  When she finishes, I look up at her, loving that I just got her off so well. I want to get her off forever.

  “So is that a yes? I ask, scooting her ass back on the bed, so her head can rest against the pillows as I straddle her body. My cock is just inches from her mouth and I see her lick her lips in excitement.

  “Will I be your woman?” Her eyebrows raise.

  I nod, stroking my shaft.

  “It depends on what being your woman entails,” she tells me.

  “For starters, you’ll have to suck my cock.”

  “What else?” she asks.

  “You have to live here, take care of me. I’m a man who lives by himself in the woods, I need a woman’s tender loving care.”

  “Hmm,” she murmurs. Her hands reach around my cock, and she starts to move up and down the length of me.

  I close my eyes and for a moment I forget to fucking breathe. Her hands on me feel so good. And when she runs her fingers over my tight balls, I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.

  “So you need tender loving care, my poor mountain man?” she asks. “Because, you know, I have a life all built for myself in the city. You just think I should walk away from that after one hour in your company?”

  “That’s exactly what I think. Fuck rules. Fuck propriety. I want you. You want me. We’ve saved ourselves for one another. What do you have in some other town that you can have right here?”

  She doesn’t hesitate. She’s not looking for a reason to back out. She is all in.

  “There is a lot I’d be giving up. You know that rented room, my temp job at the ad agency.” A smile playing across her gorgeous face. “But honestly, it feels like my life hasn’t really begun. Like I needed someone to start a life with.”

  She’s still touching me, and the moment has moved from jest to sincerity. That’s what draws me to Rosie. She isn’t just going to stay on the surface. There’s so much more to her.

  “I think, North,” she tells me. “I think I was waiting for you all this time. I just wish you had come down to me sooner.”

  I shake my head hating that I hurt her by not looking for her before. How do you explain that I never thought I’d be good enough for a woman like her? A woman so pure and beautiful and perfect. How do you explain that without sounding like a mother fucker?

  “You have to believe me when I tell you this, Rosie, I thought of you every day for ten years straight. Even though I have no reason to. It’s because we are meant to be together. I know that now. I knew that the moment you walked to my door. The moment I saw your gorgeous face. The moment I tasted your pussy. You and me, this is real. This is the beginning.”

  “How are you so perfect?” she asks me.

  I shake my head knowing I’m far from perfect. Knowing I’m just a flawed man. Who wandered a long time before I found a way to put down roots.

  “Rosie, if I’d have found you before today, say five years ago, I wouldn’t have had a house, I wouldn’t have a job, I wouldn’t be able to provide for you. Be the man you need. Now I can be all of these things. And now I will.”

  She nods her head, falls back on the bed, smiling serenely. “I understand perfectly.”

  I believe her because I know she understands me. Then she shakes her head and for a moment I wonder if I read her all wrong.

  Then she smiles again. “But I’m telling you this, North, I know I’m going to cry when you put that massive cock in my little pussy, but don’t you dare stop. I want you to fuck me like you dreamt about for a decade.”

  Chapter Eight

  Rosie

  North is on top of me, his arms on either side of my body, and he’s looking into my eyes. I feel so seen by this man, the same way I did back when we were in school together. One look, and I felt like he understood me.

  “Are you ready for me?” he asks. “Because I can work your body over a little bit more, easing your pussy open. I know you say it’s okay if it hurts, but honey, that’s the last thing I want to do tonight. I don’t want to see you cry; not today, not ever.”

  “Keep touching me,” I tell him. “Touch me so it’s easier.”

  “Oh, honey, I’ll keep touching you, licking you, opening you up ... and I know you’re nice and ready to start sucking me.” His eyes are raised as he looks at me, a small smile playing across his face.

  “Do you have any idea how badly I want to lick your cock, North?”

  “I know you’ve been thinking about it the moment you saw me drop my pants. “

  I feel heat rise to my cheeks because he’s so completely right. I do want to taste him. I do want to open my mouth and take him deep inside of me.

  I want the tip of his rod to hit the back of my throat, and it’s a carnal desire, one I’ve never experienced before. One I’ve only seen in videos or read about in books. I never really thought about it happening to me. Maybe I never really thought it would.

  Do all those old friends back at Katie’s house, the ones with diamond rings on their fingers and babies in their bellies, do they take their man the same way I plan on taking North?

  For some reason I doubt it. Because North is a different sort of man than their husbands. Well, maybe it’s just that he is a man.

  Not pretending to be someone, not a boy dressed in grown-up clothes. No, North is a real man.

  A man with a thick cock and a scruffy beard; a man who absolutely knows how to please me.

  “I want to suck your cock, North, but I’m honestly a little nervous. I know that might make me sound stupid, and I know I’m a grown ass woman so I shouldn’t be nervous about things like this. But,” I swallow. “I am. Don’t want to mess this up. Whatever is happening between us … I don’t want to ruin it by giving you a bad blowjob. I want to please you.”

  North’s hands run up and down my torso. He rolls his palms over my breasts, my nipples hard in a
n instant.

  “This can’t be messed up. You’re here, I’m here. We want this. We need this. The both of us have been waiting long enough. This is meant to happen. Right now. You’re not going anywhere, and you know it. You didn’t show up at my door today for a one-night stand. You showed up hoping I’d waited for you. Knowing in your heart I had. You showed up because you wanted this. You showed up and I’m going to give it to you.”

  He rolls up onto his knees and trades places with me so that he’s on the bed and I’m the one straddling him.

  “Turn around, honey. I want to lick your ass. I want you to sit on my face, and my beard is going to be all up in your pussy, you’re going to suck my cock and then you’re going to gush all over my face.”

  “But North, what do you want me to do? How do I...?”

  “Oh honey, you’re just going to lean your head over, and take me nice and deep. The way I’ve been dreaming about for a long damn time. My cock has been waiting for your lips for ten years. And you’re not going to make me wait any longer, are you?”

  I don’t even have to answer because the answer is so obvious. Of course, I’m not going to make him wait anymore. But it’s not just for him; it’s for me too. Because my hands wrap around his long shaft, and I dip my head as he squeezes my ass, pulling my butt closer to his face.

  And I’m sitting on him. I’m literally sitting on North’s face. I’m on my knees; my little pussy is bouncing over his mouth as his tongue flicks across my folds.

  And I’m eying his cock with apprehension.

  It’s so big and so glorious.

  I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and open my mouth as he fills my mouth with his warm cock, my mouth immediately stretched wide.

  I move my head down, past his tip that is silky smooth. His skin is so taught, so completely thick and throbbing.

  My pussy is getting worked over and I feel my release. I’m not nervous or embarrassed about the fact that my juice is flowing freely. There’s no room to think. My mouth is wrapped tight around his massive cock and I’m bobbing my head up and down and up and down as his veiny rod throbs in my mouth.