Falling Hard: A BBW Mountain Man Romance (Babes of Biggal Mountain Book 4)
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Asher just shrugs and returns his attention to my chest. For the first time, he doesn’t seem overly vulnerable after making a major admission. He’s easygoing, even. Carefree.
“In all honesty?” He slides a finger beneath my black lace bra strap and glances up at me again, his eyes sparkling with mirth. “I’m mostly into you.”
I smile and peel my bra strap down the rest of the way… then I move to the other, dragging it across my skin. Asher is still staring at me through heavy-lidded eyes, his chest heaving, his rock-hard erection digging into my thigh… but even now, he doesn’t push. He just takes more deep rasping breaths, like he can’t believe what’s finally in front of him.
As lovely and tender as this is, the trickle from between my legs is growing more and more insistent; my body’s tired of waiting… and so is my heart. So while he’s still staring at my breasts (which are scarcely contained by the black lace), I draw a deep breath and remove the rest of my bra, dropping it over the side of the bed.
Asher growls from deep in his throat as my bare breasts are finally exposed. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to see those,” he moans — and then a second later, he’s diving face-first, taking as much of my nipple into his mouth as he can.
“Yessss,” I hiss, tilting my head back against the pillow. I gasp in pleasure as his leg rests between my thighs, providing pressure where I crave it the most. I’m surprised at how good this feels… how good he makes me feel.
As a big girl, my breasts have been a big selling point for most of my hookups. I’ve had them sucked and nibbled and caressed. But never like this. Never with this aching tenderness. With every groan, he shows me he cares; with every brush of his fingertips, I know I’m his.
I whimper, rubbing my dripping pussy even harder against his knee. I desperately want him to claim me; I desperately want to be his. I glance down at the head of thick brown hair bobbing over my breasts, but it’s clear he’s lost.
“Asher,” I murmur, still sliding up and down against the building pressure. And then, on a whimper, I say something I’ve never said to another living soul… something that I thought I’d never say, not to him: “Please. I want you inside me.”
Asher freezes, his knee still between my thighs. He shudders, lifting his head to stare into my eyes. “Say that again.”
I blink at him, lust-addled and confused. “Wha—?”
“Say. That. Again.” By now he’s nearly roaring, his chest heaving. He shifts so he’s balanced on his arms, his elbows propped on either side of my face.
I swallow. “I want you inside me.”
Asher rips his head away with a feral growl and then his lips are on mine again as if they’ve never left.
But then his lips are drifting, moving downwards. A large, shaking hand shifts my panties aside, peeling them down my thighs as he continues to drift lower, lower, lower… and then my panties aren’t there, and I’m exposed before him. Like I’d been last night.
Asher leans back on his heels to get a better look, his erection comically tenting his flannel pajama pants. I think I’d laugh if it were funny, if things were different. If he didn’t look so… hungry. His eyes are heavy-lidded, his posture tense, and when he inches forward, his head just inches from my heat, I know what he wants.
And part of me thinks I must be insane — because I need to stop him.
“Wait,” I pant, reaching out to still his head. Asher shoots me a quizzical look. I bite my lip, gathering my thoughts. Between the combination of Asher’s hands and the pounding at my center, this is harder than it looks.
“I um… I don’t want to come first,” I manage, swallowing. “I want to… I want to feel you. To feel all of it.”
An orgasm would be lovely, but it would also put me in this hazy delirium; I want to remember every second of his body entering mine for the first time.
There’s a pause, and then he gives me the briefest of nods. We lock eyes, and even though I haven’t explained exactly what I mean, I know he understands.
“Okay,” Asher says, drawing a deep breath. “I um…” He trails off, laughing. “This is embarrassing, but this won’t last long.” He winces, and his warm palm wraps around my knee. “I know it’s gonna hurt, and I don’t think it’ll be great the first time, but I promise I’ll—”
“I don’t care,” I say fiercely, sitting up a bit. “Please, Asher… I’m so wet, and I’m tired of waiting, and—”
It seems that’s all he needs to hear.
I’m interrupted as Asher’s lips crash into mine again. I moan into his mouth, but this time I know he means business. This time, I’ll finally get what I want… we’ll finally get what we want.
Without breaking eye contact, he balances himself on one arm, reaches down, and removes his pajama pants. I have a moment to appreciate the dexterity required to manage that, but then Asher looks back at me with a coy smirk.
Because we’re naked. Together. As we’ve both wanted to be for months.
While still propped on his elbow, Asher lifts an arm to reach for the drawer of his nightstand. His body shifts, drawing my eyes to his hard cock. Oh my. I only caught a passing glimpse of it last night… but holy mother of God, has it gotten bigger since then?!
I shake my head, torn between being intimidated and impressed. He’s so casual about it, too… as if he doesn’t have this enormous, veined, throbbing thing between his legs that —
“Autumn?” His voice rips me from my unabashed admiration of his body. He’s clasping a foil packet between his fingers, the same type I’d seen on the floor a few hours ago.
“See something you like?” he asks with a grin.
“Yes,” I admit, unable to keep the flush from spreading to my chest. “But what are you doing with that?”
Asher looks at me like I’ve grown another head. “Um… trying not to get you pregnant? You know, since you want to…”
I snort; he’s adorable. Seriously. “Asher, I know how sex works. I’m a woman in the 21st century.” I playfully roll my eyes, running a finger over his right nipple. Fuck, he’s hot. Why am I wasting time explaining this?
I need to wrap it up. And not literally.
“I have an IUD. So… don’t worry. Ok?”
“Ok,” he agrees, the condom slipping to the floor. Then he swallows, that serious look returning to his face. “But Autumn… there’s no going back. Not from this.”
“I know,” I confirm, rubbing a hand on his arm. “I’d never want to.”
For a moment, the only sound is the cracking and popping of the fire… and then, in a flash, he’s on top of me again. I wrap my legs around his waist, delighting in his shudder. With a final kiss, he leans over me, grabs his cock, and positions the tip right at my entrance.
“I’ll try to go slow,” he murmurs, leaning back on his heels. “Ok?” His eyes roam my face, searching for final confirmation.
I nod… and with that, he slides himself inside, centimeter by centimeter, eyes never leaving mine.
—Ouch.
I bite my lip against a sudden twinge, averting my eyes as I clench around him.
“I’m so sorry.”
I peer up at his beautiful face. Oh. Tears spring to the backs of my eyes… and not because of pain. He’s regarding me with an expression I’ve never seen before. It’s one of loving tenderness and guilt and purpose, one that proves he cares for me as much as I care for him. He’s about halfway inside me, but I know he’d pull back in a heartbeat.
“It doesn’t really hurt anymore,” I whisper, letting my hand trail down his thigh. “Keep going.”
Asher still looks skeptical, so I make an executive decision — one I wouldn’t have had the strength to make a few months ago: I plant both of my feet on the mattress, look him dead in the eye, and push myself even further on his hard cock.
We hiss in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he slides in the rest of the way. A little smile plays on his lips as he brings his warm palm up to massage my thigh. I rot
“Sorry.” His eyes slam shut again. “You’re just… fuck, Autumn, you feel so good, and you’re so tight and—”
“It’s fine,” I assure him, resting my hand over his. “Really. If you need a minute, I—”
He cuts me off with a laugh, shaking his head; he’s reeled himself back, just in time. “Aren’t you supposed to be the one asking for a minute?”
“I’m tougher than I look.” I wink at him and sink further down onto his cock, relishing in the low hiss escaping from his lips as I do. “I’d actually like you for you to properly fuck me. If you don’t mind.”
With that, his resolve snaps. Once and for all.
Asher opens his eyes, grabs ahold of my hip, and begins thrusting inside me with deep, sultry moans. Without breaking our heated gaze, he pulls himself out nearly all the way before sinking back in. I wince before I can help it. Adjusting to his… size… is still a little painful, but it hurts less than it did.
Fortunately, Asher doesn’t notice. He’s lost, his eyes unfocused, like he’s chasing a goal only he can see. Oh my… he slams back in more forcefully this time, and God, the difference it makes. This time, he perfectly hits my clit with his pubic bone — just the spot I’d touch, if I were to touch it myself — and ahhhh… I throw my head back as he rotates his hips to target my clit, rubbing in slow, even circles.
I glance up to see a sly smirk on Asher’s lips; he’s panting, his chest covered in a sheen of sweat, but it’s clear he’s enjoying himself. Good, I think, as he plunges back inside, targeting my sensitive clit… he’s succumbing to nature at long, long last…
He shifts his hips against me just one more time and — yesssss. I let out a startled gasp; sudden pleasure replaces the raw pain. His cock is so thick, filling me perfectly on all sides, hitting me so deeply that all I can do is cry out as he slams his hips through ragged moans.
And then — like a lightning strike — the mixture of slight pain and building pleasure absolutely explodes. I throw my head back, crying out, as the strongest orgasm of my life overtakes me. It’s relentless, searing through my vision in white-hot sparks, shattering with the force of a hurricane. The peak courses through my limbs, forcing me to exhale garbled versions of Asher’s name as it tears through.
A second later, I hear him follow me right over the edge: Asher groans, thrusting a final time, and with that, he explodes. I didn’t think I’d be able to feel him coming — but of course I can… of fucking course I can. I trail a finger down the side of his face, even as he continues to clench and release from deep inside. As he finally, finally lets go.
Shit, he looks beautiful like this — bowed over me, his jaw set, eyes slammed shut, as his cock pulses and releases. He’s bright red, a vein ticking in his jaw, and shit… I bite my lip. With a shudder, I realize three things I should have gathered long, long ago: I am sexy. I am worthy. I am his.
Tears spring to my eyes again, but this time, I don’t bother wiping them away; I want him to understand… I hope he understands.
“Ok?” he breathes in a ragged whisper, his brow wrinkled. I reply with a fervent nod, even as tears continue falling.
“I’m perfect,” I murmur, grasping his hand in mine.
He shakes his head. “I think I hurt you—”
“No!” I defend, shaking my head. “It… it had to be that way.”
Asher gives me a sad smile, gripping my hand a little tighter. “I know,” he says, grimacing. “But I wish it didn’t have to.”
I’m about to reply with some overly mushy comment, but in a flash, Asher’s up from the bed, heading into the bathroom.
Oh.
I bite my lip, staring at his retreating form. I have to admit I don’t exactly mind the view of him walking away. I’m still sore, but I know that whenever he’s ready again, I will be too. I hear water running and some shuffling before Asher re-appears, a washcloth in his fist. He takes purposeful, confident steps over to me, not self-conscious in the least. And thank God for that. As I said before, covering that up would be the real crime here.
Asher half-sits on the bed, wrapping his palm around my calf. “I’m just going to clean you up a little.” He stares at me with that same expression of concern. “Ok?”
I nod. I probably do need to be cleaned up. Asher leans in for a kiss before parting my thighs. Then he pulls back and glides the washcloth across the lips of my sore center. I let out a gasp; it’s warm, and feels… almost healing? He takes his time, providing a massaging pressure as he moves the cloth against me. That flush returns to my cheeks; why is this just as intimate as him taking my virginity or going down on me?
A few minutes later, he leans in for another kiss. “Better?”
I nod again, unable to keep a smile from spreading across my face.
“Good,” he whispers, running his hand down my face. Then he clears his throat, heads to the laundry basket in the corner, and tosses the washcloth inside. I snuggle deeper under the covers, the crackling fire already lulling me to sleep. Asher returns a second later, not the least bit hesitant to crawl in beside me. With none of the reluctance of a few hours ago, he pulls me to his chest, wrapping the duvet even tighter around us.
He’s right, I realize as I drift asleep. This is good.
14
Asher
I’d always thought having sex would be the greatest act of intimacy I’d share with another human.
It took me until today to realize I was wrong.
I’m lying next to Autumn in my bed — the bed I’ve wanted her in since the second we met... and yes, we’ve had sex. Absolutely amazing, brilliant, mind-blowing sex, the type that surely doesn’t exist outside of her beloved romantic comedies.
But what we’re doing right now is far, far more personal: We’re talking.
We’d woken a couple of hours after our first round, and to my surprise, we hadn’t launched into sex right away. Instead, we’d simply talked. Just talked, like two normal people. Like a normal couple!
Now, Autumn is giggling and explaining her family. She’s talking about her mother, who spent a lifetime denying her heritage. She’s talking about her father, who permitted his wife to shame his daughter. She’s sharing with me... actually sharing with me. And I love every second.
A few minutes later, she pauses. Even though she hasn’t said anything, I know what she wants. It’s part of this indescribable bond we have, this union that makes us who we are as a couple. Only Autumn — with her bubbly, energetic personality and adorable quirks and hilariously clumsy tendencies — could have brought Automatic Asher out of his shell.
The knowing smile on her lips says it all. She wants me to share, too.
So I draw a deep breath, summoning every ounce of courage I have... and I go.
I talk about growing up as the family outcast. I talk about Sarah. I even talk about poor Joey. I talk about how neither of them got a chance at life, and how I still blame myself for that. She offers me reassuring pats on the arm and kind stares, but says nothing; she knows exactly what I need.
As soon as I finish Nick’s story, though, she tenses — and I can tell I’ve hit a nerve.
“What’s wrong?” I breathe, repositioning myself on my propped elbow. I try my hardest to avoid looking at her chest as she speaks. This is harder than it looks.
“I um... well, Nick said some weird things to me,” she allows. I instantly recognize that her tone (and attitude toward the subject) is as condemning as Autumn gets — about anything. Which means this is serious.
“Like what?”
She shakes her head, trying to brush it off, but I won’t let her.
“Autumn,” I say, tilting her face to meet mine. “You don’t have to be nice to everyone. You know that, right?”
She huffs and rolls her eyes, but I can see I’ve made my point.
“Well, I feel bad now that I know his life was all fucked up and stuff. But yesterday, he made a weird comment... about my weight.”
Oh, hell no!
My fist clenches at my side, and it takes all of my strength not to interrupt her. That shit weasel can do whatever he wants in private, but if he’s being a dick to Autumn when he’s her fucking subordinate, I will definitely find a way to fire his ass.
Autumn doesn’t seem to have noticed my uncharacteristically... emotive... expression. Which also tells me she’s really upset.
“He um...” She picks at a piece of lint on the duvet. “He told me to enjoy my eating plans. This weekend. But I mean I know it’s not a big deal and maybe he just had a bad day and—”
“—No.” I cut her off. “Autumn. Stop apologizing for people who are rude to you. Nick is an asshole, plain and simple. Ok? And fuck...” I run a hand down my face. “He’s always been off... but lately, I don’t even recognize the dude I grew up with. You think he’d know better. His mom’s a curvy woman, too.”
Autumn snorts. “Well, sometimes that makes it worse,” she notes, her eyes refocused on the duvet. “Maybe he’s, you know... extra prejudiced.”
I tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. She’s biting her lip in the most adorable way.
“You know,” I murmur, her head against my chest. “I don’t think I particularly care about Nick right now.”
She giggles and arches up for a kiss, which I eagerly return. I swear her lips are a drug... they’re soft and supple, caressing mine perfectly.
I release a groan into her mouth as her tongue slides against mine. Memories of that tongue are doing things to me. My cock springs to life against the curves of her stomach, but for the first time, I’m proud to show her what she does to me. She lets out a whimper, and I’m seized with the sudden desire to show her how I feel... to explain what she does to me. What she’s always done to me.
“Turn over,” I growl, nuzzling her breast. She pauses, confused — but when I reach my hands around to caress her ass and position her against me, she gets the idea. With another soft whimper of consent, she shifts until my hard cock is pressed to her ass.
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