Take Me To The River: A Mountain Man Romance (Mountain Men of Whiskey River Book 1)
Take Me To The River: Chapter 13

Like every morning, I wake up on top of Axel, but this time, he’s grinding into me. It’s slow, agonizingly slow, like he can’t stop himself, but needs the relief as bad as I do.

When his tip hits my clit, I groan and dig my nails into his chest.

‘Good morning, Little One.’ He grits out, as his hands grip my hips tighter.

‘You were grinding that hot, wet pussy on me in your sleep, and I didn’t know how much longer I was going to last.’ He says with a moan.

I let my hands slowly trail up his sides to his chest. This fascination with his chest, I can’t explain. In the mornings, is really the only time I get to put my hands on his sculpted chest, so I take full advantage of it.

‘I love waking up this way.’ I gasp, as he increases his thrusts.

His grip on me tightens, and in a blink of an eye, he flips me over and is on top of me. Well, this is different.

‘Damn, that was way hot,’ I say without thinking.

He’s always been so careful, and other than pinning me to the tree the other day, he hasn’t used his weight or size to hold me down. Even though he’s always put me on top and in charge, he was the one moving me around.

‘You like being manhandled by your giant?’

I nod and pull him down for a kiss. He’s careful not to put any of his weight on me, but he still cages me in and makes me feel so small. I wrap my legs around his hips and try to tug him closer to me.

Being pinned under him like this, awakens some primal instinct in me, and I love the feeling. Maybe, it’s because I feel so safe with him. It’s as if the outside world can’t touch me no matter how hard it tries.

His lips trail down my neck, as he pulls my shirt up. I stopped wearing pants to bed, so it’s just been a shirt and my underwear.

Because of this sexy giant, who is on top of me, my underwear has to be washed daily.

He’s slowly inching my shirt until my breasts are free, and then he latches on to one of my nipples. The sensations of his hot mouth, rough tongue, soft lips, and the scratching of his beard are a system overload. My back arches, trying to get more, to get closer.

His teeth graze my nipple, and the pain mixed with the pleasure of him hitting my clit is almost too much to bear. He’s learned my body over the last few days, and he knows how to string out my pleasure, and how to push me over the edge fast.

Today, he seems to want to play and draw it out. But I have also learned what he likes, so I drag my nails across his back and moan his name. His entire body stiffens, and a shudder runs through his body. It’s a powerful feeling, knowing I can affect this strong, mountain man this way.

Morning after morning, little ole me can turn him into a big pile of goo and make him come. Talk about a confidence booster.

‘You don’t even know what you do to me, do you?’ His thrusts get erratic, and it seems his control is slipping.

‘Walking around this cabin all day in my shirt, knowing there’s little to nothing under it, my dick is hard all day. Then at night, you press this tight, perfect ass against my cock, and think I’m going to be able to sleep?’

He pinches one of my nipples, and I cry out. Whoa! I had no idea I liked dirty talk, until him. Maybe, it’s just the way he does it with his deep, powerful voice, washing over me.

Then, he shifts, and the buildup that was about to give me a rocking orgasm is gone. He smirks, knowing exactly what he’s doing to me, as I groan in frustration.

‘I’m up all night, wondering if I wiggle just right if my cock would accidentally slip in. Just the tip, just enough to come inside you, mark you as mine. By the grace of God somehow, I do fall asleep, but I wake up every morning with you on top of me. Your dripping, wet cunt on top of my cock. I only have so much restraint.’ He growls and shifts again.

‘Please, Axle.’ I cry out in frustration.

‘Please what, Little One? Use your big girl words.’

Oh, shit. What’s wrong with me that those simple words ignite in me a fire, as nothing has before? His word makes me gush, and I feel it dripping down my thighs. I know the moment he feels it too because he lets out a loud, tortured groan.

Then, his control snaps, like the beast has finally broken free, and his hips pin me to the bed, as they buck wildly against me. He lets out a growl, as his thrusts become stronger, so much they start pushing me up the bed.

Throwing my hands over my head, I have to push against the headboard to hold myself in place. I don’t realize he’s shifted his hips until he’s digging on my clit. The pressure is intense and hurtles me to something I’ve never experienced before.

I grip his shoulders because I’m sure it’s the only thing that will keep me grounded to this Earth, screaming out his name, while I ride the wave of my orgasm. He gentles his thrusts, prolonging my climax.

‘Emelie…my Emelie…’ he groans, as the gush of wetness coasts my underwear, and it’s so erotic, that it causes another mini explosion to rock my body.

He holds me through it all, keeping his weight off me. When I start to relax, he turns us to our side and pulls me into him.

‘Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you did I, Little One?’ He runs his hands over me as if checking to make sure I’m fine, and everything is okay.

‘I’ve never felt better, My Giant. I like this side of you.” Then, I rub my hand over his chest, and he’s still sensitive, as his muscles ripple everywhere I touch him.

He lets my hand wander for only a moment, before reaching up and taking my hand in his. We lay there together, soaking each other in and catching our breath before he sits up.

This is the part of every morning I hate. We have this amazing moment together, but then, it’s like he’s trying to put space between us, and I’m not sure why. I don’t like it one bit, and I’m determined that ends today.

‘Go take a shower.’ He says as he stands to gather his stuff to head out to the river to bathe.

‘Why don’t you take me to the river? I want to feel your freedom.’ I say, sitting up and his large shirt falls, covering my chest and pooling around my waist.

Opening my knees, I spread my legs, knowing the shirt will bunch around my waist and show my soaked underwear. His eyes go right between my legs just like I hoped they would, and I get impossibly wetter.

This man just gave me the most bone shattering orgasm of my life, and I’m already craving more.

‘No.’ He grits out and pulls his eyes away from me. Then, he turns his back to me, pulling clothes from his dresser.

‘Why not?’ I walk on my knees across the bed, so I’m right behind him.

‘Because if you get naked out there, I won’t be able to stop myself from taking you.’ His voice is pitched low and pained.

Looking over his shoulder at me, he pleads with his eyes for me to understand what I’m asking. I do understand, and I want him more than I have ever wanted anything.

‘Take me to the river, Axel,’ I whisper, and he turns around to look at me.

His Adam’s apple bobs and neither of us move for a moment. We are in a standoff to see who caves first, and I know it won’t be me.

‘Okay.’ He whispers, handing me a pair of sweatpants to wear.

We gather our soap and shampoo. Axel grabs his shotgun, and we head out. Holding my hand, Axel pulls me along, but in a gentle way, helping me over fallen branches.

The walk to the river is much shorter than I remember because my heart is racing for a whole different reason this time. Last time, I was nervous about going to some man’s house that I didn’t know. Now, I’m going to have sex with that man, and I know it will be explosive.

When we get to the river, he looks around, then dumps his stuff on the riverbank, and pulls me in for a kiss in the blink of an eye.

‘You are in control, Emelie. You hold all the cards. As bad as I want this, I won’t ever force you into anything. You say stop, and we stop.’ Then, he gives me a way too short kiss.

‘I want this, Axel.” Taking his hand, I guide it to where I want it, which is to my panties for him to feel how wet I am. It’s not just from what we did earlier, either.

He groans and kisses me again, as he pulls my panties to the side and rubs his fingers over my slit. Once his fingers are soaked, he gently pushes one into me and then out. The friction is not quite what I need.

Even though I wrap my arms around his neck and try to angle my hips, he doesn’t allow it. He’s very much in control and determined to go slow as if trying to drive me crazy.

‘I’ll always give you what you need, Little One. But I need you to use your words.’ Then, he slips a second finger into me, and this time, it steals my breath. I couldn’t speak, if my life depended on it.

His hands are huge, but nowhere near the size of the cock he’s been teasing me with. He rocks and slowly stretches me before he’s pulling his hand from me and brings his fingers to his mouth.

Holding eye contact with me, he licks his fingers clean, and that sensual action makes my knees go weak. I can feel his moan all the way to my clit. Without taking his eyes off me, he removes his pants. Using that as a cue, I remove mine as well, but the shirt still covers everything.

Standing there on the riverbank with me, him in his black boxer briefs, and the outline of his large, engorged cock clearly visible, he looks like a god. Making sure I still want this, he’s waiting for me to make the next move, but there’s nothing I want more than this.

I grip the edge of the shirt and slowly pull it over my head. As it joins the pile of clothes on the ground, he lets out a strangled groan. I now stand in nothing, but my soaked panties, and I might as well have nothing on at this point.

The air is cool, but not cold. It’s chilly enough to cause my nipples to harden, as the breeze moves over them. Axel seems frozen, staring at me and breathing hard.

Deciding to make my intentions clear, I hook my thumbs in the waistband of my panties and slowly pull them down my legs.

When I bend over to move them and add them to the other clothes, Axel is moving in on me.