Saving Her

by Mia Ford

  Right now, even if my ankle should’ve hurt, I didn’t think the amount of euphoric attraction I felt toward him would allow a legitimate response.

  With all the raging hormones and pleasant vibes reverberating through my body, I felt it was likely impossible for me to feel any kind of pain.

  My heart was racing by this point. I felt a spark between us reverberating through my body, feeding a fire that was already raging. I knew already that this was a feeling that I wanted to explore, but this wasn’t like me at all. I didn’t normally do this. I was far more the girl who waited for the man to make the first move.

  However, I didn’t want to lose this feeling, so, before he pulled his hand away, I reached out and grabbed it with my hand.

  My mind was reeling. I had no idea what I was doing, but when his eyes rose to meet mine, I could tell that he was purposefully trying to keep his distance. It was then that I was sure he felt the same way I did.

  My gaze fixed on him, focusing in serious, intense insinuation.

  He didn’t pull his hand away, but he waited for me to make a move.

  “Thank you,” I insisted, drawing closer to him, “Seriously, I don’t want to think about what would’ve happened if you weren’t there.”

  He grunted slightly, as though unsure, but didn’t pull back.

  Johnathan was hesitant, but I was sure that I wasn’t the only one to be experiencing such an intense current of emotions.

  The sexual tension that flowed between us was nearly palpable.

  I had never felt such a strong connection, with a person who I barely knew. It was a strange sensation, but one that I welcomed.

  My eyes focused on his lips, hiding behind the beard and mustache and I wondered what it would be like to kiss him. I found myself wondering what he would taste like and how he would react.

  After all, I didn’t want to scare the man, but as the seconds passed and the intensity of the look we exchanged became more intriguing, I was extremely tempted to find out exactly what would happen.

  So, taking a leap of faith, or whatever it was that propelled me forward, eyes closed, lips puckered, I lightly connected my lips with his.

  Lingering there, I felt his breath on my face and his taste, which was surprisingly intriguing.

  His aura was intensely masculine and everything about him, including the essence of his tenderness.

  I paused after I broke away, feeling my stomach topple over with attraction and wanting to continue, but I forced myself to stop to see what his reaction would be.

  When I opened my eyes, I saw that he was staring at me. A look of confusion, yet intrigue was apparent in his eyes.

  “Are you sure?” He insisted gruffly, his eyebrow raising and his eyes glowing with need and assurance. “I don’t want you to think…”

  “All I’m thinking, is that I want you…” I replied, succumbing to the passions that seemed to overtake me.

  I leaned in to kiss him again as his hand cupped my cheek and brought me closer to him.

  His hand was warm and calloused, giving me the same stimulating sensation, I felt when he was touching my ankle. Yet, this was far more intrinsic, and natural, considering our current closeness.

  When our lips met again, I felt the roughness of his facial hair as his mouth caressed mine.

  At first, his movements were cautious, but eventually, his kisses increased in their passion. His tongue managed to slip its way past my teeth, dancing and swooning my desires, which increased the growing, lustful sensation my body was experiencing.

  He was so warm, and gentle, though he took control. From then on, he progressed, though he was always careful not to come near any of my wounds.

  When he pulled away from my lips, I pulled the nightgown I was wearing off, revealing the top half of me to him.

  His eyes glowed with intrigue and allure as his gaze passed over my body, taking particular care to take in my breasts.

  With strong, solid arms and protruding muscles, he hovered over my body. He was extremely close to me and I could feel the heat of his body against my own, even through his shirt. The heat that radiated off him caused me to feel a raging sign of intimacy forming between us.

  Lifting himself up, he backed away, so that he too could remove his shirt.

  I watched in awe as his chiseled muscles were etched perfectly into his abdomen and the taught, sinewy rope of muscle that wove throughout his chest was entrancing. The brown hair that curled over his chest wasn’t overly thick, but it was noticeable. I couldn’t wait to run my fingers through it.

  I had never actually witnessed a man with such a perfect body. His stomach was flat, except for the washboard stomach, which tightened into the waistband of his jeans, which were positioned low, showing off a tantalizing patch of hair on either side.

  Undoubtable, the hair traced a line straight down to a throbbing member that my body yearned to have inside it.

  When he moved back down, hovering over me once again, his eyes looked playful and wild. His lip coiled up into a sneer, as he slowly drew his head down, peeling the blanket away from me completely, while his lips and teeth traced my stomach, his mouth reached my underwear.

  He looked up at me again, one last time, before his teeth bore into the underwear, yanking it down, to reveal my womanliness to him.

  He growled as his hand slipped the underwear the rest of the way off, before his kisses started to become naughty.

  I felt the roughness of his beard rub against my own promising downy curls, before his hands carefully spread my legs apart.

  I squirmed, feeling his hot breath against my blossoming flower, but his large hands easily kept my legs from moving.

  The prospect that I was his and he was going to do whatever he wanted to me was interesting and alluring.

  I had never had a man do this to me and I wondered how it would feel.

  To show him that I was agreeable to what his body was proposing, I opened myself as wide as I could as I watched his shaggy head delve through the apex of my legs.

  I screamed at first, as a shock cascaded through me when his mouth fondled me, but when I felt his tongue stroke up my sheath, I had to grab ahold of the bed to keep from leaping up.

  I heard a muffled laugh that rumbled my profusely moistening femininity, before his large hands repositioned themselves on either side of my thighs.

  Moving them slowly, he continued to tease me with his tongue, which made me squeeze my eyes shut and moan.

  Almost immediately, I was completely breathless, yet regardless of the implications of the lack of air, I didn’t do anything that I thought might indicate I wanted him to stop.

  “Oh God…Yes…” I groaned as my pelvis gyrated upwards, while Johnathan slipped his tongue into me, again causing me to scream.

  I thrashed but this time, his hands pulled me toward him, so that he could enter deeper inside of me.

  I felt him start to make a circular motion with his tongue as his thumbs massaged my pelvis.

  I closed my eyes to better enjoy the feelings he was sparking in side of me and I found that my body was thrusting toward him more, trying its best to help him slide deeper and deeper.

  Waves of erotic exhilaration past over me as I felt my natural lubrication intensify with each of his strokes.

  My body quaked around him, continually inviting him deeper, but for as satisfying as it was, I yearned for all of him.

  I knew that he could give me such a delirious sense of intimacy with his tongue, I couldn’t wait to have the feeling of his manhood inside of me.

  Eventually, I was teased enough and while part of me didn’t want this feeling to end, my sensual essence felt tormented, being so close to him and yet, being unable to feel his true self ravaging my body.

  “Johnathan…Please…” I begged, through groans that sometimes morphed into screams. “Please…”

  After causing a little more sensual torture, he pulled back and immediately started to reveal himself to me.

>   I could tell that he was certain he was doing a good job, because there was a proud smirk on his face, when he lifted his eyes up to me.

  Once he had rid himself of his pants, he carefully spread my thighs apart, so that he could ease his body between them.

  His rough hands scaled up and down my legs, creating a friction that added a new feeling to my already overwhelmed senses.

  I groaned, my pelvis propelling upwards, clearly inviting him closer.

  In response, I felt his grip tighten as he eased his way toward me.

  He was so close now that I could feel him, pumping against me with zeal. It caused my already overawed apex to tingle with delight, which soon turned into a tremor of passion that poured through my body, when he thrust himself against me.

  Instinctively, my legs tried to shut, but his massive, muscular body stopped them nearly instantly, while his one hand continued to tease me.

  His hand glided down my parted sheath, while his finger slid down the center of my womanliness, which was already plump from the baiting of his tongue.

  Completely opened me to him now, I knew that I was wholly at his mercy.

  As I realized this, I felt him move closer to me, easily sliding himself completely inside me.

  “Oh my God!” I screamed, closing my eyes, and tilting myself, up as I felt him fill me entirely.

  With my body being primed and ready, when he reared back, it was easy for him to return, gliding deeper inside me now, as the two of us started to naturally work in tandem.

  I grasped his shoulders as he towered over me again and together we rocked back and forth, intimately. With each thrust, we picked up speed, moving faster and faster until finally, I felt him explode inside of me.

  I yelled out, feeling the injection spread out inside of me. I welcomed the feeling and once he had settled, we continued to move in a similar manner, until I could hardly control myself.

  I felt my whole-body quiver as I grabbed ahold of Johnathan, pressing myself against him, taking comfort in feeling his warmth against me, while my eyes shut tightly, and my breath caught in my throat.

  My heart was racing, yet I felt as though I was suspended in time. When the moment of bliss was finally thrust upon me, all I could do was join in the rapture of the moment, feeling completely transfixed as everything I knew about an orgasm was completely transformed.

  I wanted to scream, but I didn’t want to risk losing this magnificent sensation. My body felt completely alive and my soul seemed to be the entity that was shouting for joy.

  The sensation I had in that moment was far better than the first time or any time after my first.

  Although the euphoria I felt was so strong, it teetered on the brink of pain, I never wanted this moment to end.

  However, when I returned to reality, the only thought that kept me from being disappointed was that this was quite possibly, only the beginning.

  Chapter 10:

  Johnathan

  When we had finished, we were both breathless and although we were exhausted from our intense lovemaking, neither one of us were tired.

  For a long while, we lay on the bed, quietly enjoying the company of one another. I listened to Carrie breathe next to me and I felt her heartbeat against my chest.

  Every once in a while, she would grin up at me or move to kiss me, and I would reciprocate. However, we didn’t say anything.

  After the grin and the kiss, Carrie would settle back on my chest and we would return to the silence and security that we felt in this moment.

  I hadn’t felt such a sense of security in a long time. It had even taken me a while to realize what it was I was feeling.

  For such a long time, I had been on edge, having no idea how I would get by, from one day to the next. I was depressed and alone.

  It was more than once that I had found myself staring down the barrel of my own gun, wondering if today was the day I had the balls to pull the trigger.

  I never did. I always convinced myself that I had Jake to take care of and I didn’t want to imagine what might happen to him I ended it all.

  I was a selfish asshole, but what I had to care about, I was loyal to.

  The rest of the time, I would simply stare into the abyss of despair, lamenting that this was likely what I had to look forward to until the day I died.

  I supposed I should be happy that I at least had a roof over my head and the ability to eat my full at every meal, but what good was a roof and sustenance when there was nothing else.

  Enrichment of my life, I had thought died a long time ago. I had convinced myself that there was nothing left for me. I was alone, and I would remain alone forever.

  I sure as hell didn’t like it this way, but I didn’t feel I had any other choice.

  Years had hardened me, I thought, and nothing would cause me to waiver from the conviction of my self-imposed sentence.

  However, then, Carrie came into my life and now, I was laying naked with her in my bed, sharing a moment of quiet, that hadn’t ended in misery…At least not yet.

  Unfortunately, I felt as though I was starting to care about Carrie a lot more than I should.

  Although, as we were lying there, as normal people, lovers do, I didn’t care. I didn’t dwell on the future, or lament over the past. I was, for once, consumed by this moment and I didn’t want to do anything to ruin it.

  I wished I could stay here forever, or even die before it was over.

  I knew I didn’t deserve this, even for a moment but that didn’t mean that I wasn’t going to enjoy it, for as long as I could.

  “Johnathan?” Carrie’s voice called, shaking me out of my thoughts.

  Looking deeply into her eyes, I beamed, concluding that for once, I was happy.

  “What are you thinking about?” She asked softly, her words catching me slightly off guard, though I knew this was a reasonable question.

  “I am thinking, that I don’t want this moment to stop,” I answered honestly, choosing to skip the morbid factions of my thoughts.

  “I feel the same way,” she replied, reaching up to kiss me tenderly.

  Carefully grasping her close to me, I tilted my head and deepened the kiss, which she reciprocated instantly.

  Once she realized what I was trying to accomplish, she eased her body up, focusing herself on me.

  In an instant, I felt her breasts pressing heavily against my body as her arms snaked up, around my neck.

  Our legs intertwined, as though a magnetic pulse was pulling us together. I felt a strong sense of instant attraction. Through a quick ripple of excitement, I was automatically ready to go again. I felt myself pulsing under her, searching for her.

  As we continued to kiss, I closed my eyes and traced her body with my fingertips. The soft, alabaster skin beneath my touch was warm from arousal. While I moved, I mapped out her curves, felt the uniqueness of her unblemished body, and memorized the feel of her.

  I felt her breasts, her butt, the small of her back and the nape of her neck, all in the pursuit of committing her essence to memory. I wanted to truly become one with this woman. I wanted to know her better than I knew myself.

  I had only had this urge once before in my life; normally, I was more of a love them and leave them kind of guy, but there were two times that I felt such a mesmerizing pull.

  The first, was a relationship that nearly killed me and now, there was Carrie.

  I hated feeling this way but at the same time, I couldn’t imagine feeling any other way. Letting this moment pass seemed to be akin to letting everything in my life slip through my fingers, like sand. Yet, there was a part of me that insisted if I took advantage of this moment, it would likely be the end of me.

  This woman will surely kill you. I told myself.

  Yet, I ignored the warning, easing Carrie off me, so that she was lying flat on her stomach, across the bed.

  “What are you doing?” Carrie whispered, though she didn’t seem to mind me taking control.

  “I want
to feel you…All of you,” I answered in a low, sensual growl, as my hands connected with her shoulder blades.

  As I felt her groan with pleasure beneath me, I noted how perfectly her body fit into my grasp. Her taught, toned back was petite, but was able to easily accommodate for my massive grip.

  I kneaded her back and shoulders, progressively going deeper as her moans of pleasure and acceptance grew more encouraging.

  She was so petite, she almost felt fragile in my grasp, but the more intense the massage, the more she seemed to enjoy it.

  Eventually, my hands started to move off her shoulders and cascade down her back. Leaning in, so close to her that I could feel the heat of her arousal radiating onto my skin, my lips followed the path of my hands as they trailed down her back.

  “Oh my God, Johnathan…this feels so good. Thank you…” She insisted, easing herself up, into my grasp.

  I grinned, invigorated to continue. The feel of her body, melding to the will of my hands was stimulating. I felt my heart beat faster as my hands traveled down the valley in the small of her back, only to reemerge as my touch took in the tight inviting feel of her ass.

  She groaned as my hands guided themselves down to her legs, taking care to be gentle with the hurt ankle, before returning to the vast, moist oasis between her legs.