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  The feeling was freeing and, to my surprise, amorous.

  When I looked around for the man, whose name I realized I hadn’t even bothered to ask for, I was confused. I could’ve sworn he was sitting right there next to me but in the darkness of the cabin, I only felt a chill of emptiness when my good leg felt for him at the edge of the bed.

  I must’ve slept longer than I thought… I concluded, wondering if the tea was more of a miracle than I had realized.

  Eventually, my eyes adjusted to the darkness and I could see him, sitting in the chair I had first noticed him in, rocking back and forth by the now smoldering fire.

  I wondered if he might be sleeping but a few slight movements caused me to think otherwise.

  I felt a rush of excitement flooding through me at the sight of him. I was always attracted to the manly type, but this mysterious mountain man had an allure that was immediately and overwhelmingly tantalizing.

  I wasn’t sure if it had to do with the fact that he likely saved my life, or simply that I had an innate need to relieve the stress of my ordeal, but it didn’t take me long to realize that I wanted this handsome stranger, more than I had ever wanted anyone.

  I normally wasn’t like this, of course. Lust for lust’s sake was usually out of the question for me. It never appealed to me and I was usually extremely picky about my partners and the intimacies surrounding lovemaking. However, right here in this moment, all I wanted, was this man; whom I knew nothing about.

  It was almost an animalistic drive that led me to get out of bed and saunter toward him.

  I had made it halfway across the room before realizing that my ankle didn’t hurt at all. I stopped and momentarily contemplated the thought that the man was lying. Perhaps there wasn’t anything wrong with my ankle. Maybe he had only said that to keep me from leaving.

  While that was a creepy thought, it didn’t bother me all that much, since in this moment, all I wanted to do was stay here with him.

  When I looked back toward the man, he was now facing me. The shadow of the dying fire illuminated a portion of his face, revealing a grin.

  Even in the dim light, the way his beam lit up his expression, causing it to be far less ominous, caused my stomach to churn with a bout of attraction.

  “Well, I see someone is feeling better,” he insisted, but didn’t seem alarmed in the least. If he was trying to hide something from me, he didn’t act like it.

  “Yeah,” I answered, the word tumbling out of my mouth in an unorthodox fashion that made me feel stupid.

  Yet, the man didn’t seem to mind.

  “That’s great! We can head out in the morning, then.”

  “Oh,” I answered, once again with my words sabotaging my intent.

  “I mean, you don’t have to leave,” he insisted with a chuckle, “But if you stay up here, I bet people will start wondering where you got to.”

  “Yeah, no. I know,” I answered, trying to recover but only seemed to dig myself deeper into the bumbling mass of unintelligent rambling, “I want to go home. It’s not that. I just think that…” I stopped to lower my eyelids suggestively and simper in a sensual manner, “I just thought I should thank you, that’s all.”

  “You’re welcome,” he responded, either seeming not to notice my advancement, or not reciprocating.

  “I was just thinking…” I tried again, stepping toward him, trying to catch the small spillage of light, so that he could better see my expression. “You’re up here all alone…It’s my guess you haven’t had a woman in a very long time…”

  I stopped, hoping that he would give me input, but he silently watched me. I saw his eyes scour my body intimately, but he made no other movement. I tried to gather some intel from his eyes, but for as intently as he was taking in the sight of me, there was no reaction inherent within his gaze.

  My heart was beating, and my body was throbbing. I hadn’t wanted anything before like I wanted this man right now. Something told me that rejection would hurt far worse than it should from a man I barely knew. However, if he rejected me, I wasn’t sure what I would do.

  There was no cold shower that could mitigate the intensity of this yearning. At this point, it didn’t even seem like a conscious choice. I wanted to feel him inside of me. I needed him, not just a man, this man.

  “You are the reason I’m not completely scarred for life, so, I thought maybe I could thank you.”

  “That isn’t necessary. I didn’t do anything expecting you to feel indebted to me,” he replied, though his eyes continued to slowly run up and down my body, taking in each curve with far more appreciation now.

  I was certain that he was interested, which helped my sense of nervousness and only exaggerated my need.

  “I know that. That’s exactly why you deserve it. You don’t expect anything from me. You are a good person.”

  “You don’t know that. I could be an even worse creep than the guy I took you away from.”

  “You saved me from him,” I reminded, “You didn’t take me anywhere I didn’t want to go, and you didn’t do anything I didn’t want you to do.”

  “Well, that’s great, but remember, I live deep in the mountains, away from civilization, in a cabin, with my dog. Are you sure you want to give yourself to someone with such a strange living arrangement?”

  “I know what I’m getting into,” I argued, drawing closer to him, now reaching out to touch him. I passed my hand down the side of his face, gingerly, and grinned.

  The man returned my seductive gaze as his expression morphed into a devilish sneer, “I’m not so sure about that.”

  “Well, if you want, you can think of it as simply a thank you for saving me,” I replied, feeling my blood pumping as my heart thumped harder, the closer I got to him. I wanted to feel his warmth against me and I wanted to immerse myself in the luscious intent, by having his body so close to mine.

  While this normally wasn’t like me, I didn’t care. All I knew at that moment was that I wanted him. I needed him, almost as though my very life depended on it.

  I had never felt such an electrifying, intense urge in all my life. It was like an unknown force was guiding us together and neither of us had any say; not that I didn’t want him.

  I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anyone.

  All the thoughts and fears I had previously, dissipated when I was close to him. Past lovers, my past as a whole; the good and the bad, seemed to separate from my memory as though it was dropped into a chasm, which was steadily being refilled by lustful thoughts and animalistic urges.

  He snickered but gave no response. He simply kept his deep, intense emerald eyes trained on mine, refusing to release me from his grasp.

  My body yearned for him, thrusting forward, toward him, with a passionate, almost unstoppable fervor.

  I watched as he turned toward me, his body open, welcoming me in, but he made no other advancement.

  So, I sauntered toward him, undressing as I moved, until I was completely naked. I watched his eyes scour over me, drawing a line from my gaze, down to my chest, lingering at my bosom, before easing its way down to the valley of my inner womanliness.

  His grin widened, and I took this as a chance to make my move. I eased toward him in one final thrust, pressing my lips against his mouth.

  He groaned, turning his head to the side, as his strong hand rose up to grab my hair. Twisting it seductively in his fist, he pulled me in closer to him, as his tongue toyed with mine.

  Our breath intertwined as the taste of him intoxicated me. I groaned, as his other hand rose to my breast and cupped it gingerly. He gave it a playful squeeze before he grasped my wrist and brought it to his chest.

  I hadn’t noticed until now, but it was bare. My palm pressed against his warm skin and my fingers weaved through the curly hair that was sprinkled over his pectorals.

  Slowly, my hand drew down his body, yearning to feel his true essence inside me. My fingertips slowly eased over the rippling muscles in his abdomen, le
ading to his lean, V-shaped oasis.

  He pulled me close to him and I could feel him, unbridled and already fully aroused, pulsing against me. My hand grasped him, sending a shuddering sensation of euphoria coursing through my body.

  I moaned, but the depth of his tongue and the intimacy of his mouth absorbed most of the sound.

  As I stroked him, I felt my pelvis thrust toward him excitedly.

  With his other hand still teasing my breast, he tugged them toward his chest and stroked the nipple against his visceral body, causing it to harden, which intensified their sensitivity.

  Once he had ensured that the two buds were properly hardened, he broke free of my mouth and absorbed one nipple, then the other, ensuring that he paid equal attention to each. His tongue swirled around the swollen blossom, before flicking it and suckling on it, causing my body to quake with excitement.

  “Oh!” I moaned, sliding down his chiseled chest, toward the pulsing, inviting member in my hand.

  Once crouched between his legs, I consumed him, causing the man to groan and tilt his head back with pleasure.

  My mouth stroked him, delving deeper with every movement, until I was able to take it completely into my mouth.

  With each motion, I felt my body become more inclined to take him in the natural way. Yet, he seemed to be enjoying my foreplay, so I tried to keep it going for as long as possible.

  After all, I was trying to thank him.

  Each time I pulsed, he moaned, and his breath cut short. At one point, I felt his hands grasp tightly onto the arms of the rocking chair, so intensely, it creaked and shook, while he yelled out.

  Soon after, he directed me back up and took my waist between his hands when I stood. He positioned me over him before nodding with intent, beaming widely.

  I grinned as I grasped his shoulders and eased myself over his hardened, quaking member.

  “Oh…Yes…” I thought, feeling my body quiver with need. I stroked overtop of it, allowing him to hit all the right spots, while my womanliness continued to moisten the apex between my legs. I groaned, feeling the stroke of his essence one more time, before thrusting myself on top of him.

  Easing down his shaft, the tightness was welcomed, as I could feel every subtlety of his arousal.

  Johnathan groaned as his hands spread against the small and middle of my back, before sliding down, around my nether regions, allowing him to get a firm hold on me.

  I straddled his legs as he guided me up and down, helping to alleviate some of the effort and helping to speed up our motions.

  He quivered inside of me as we moved as one, causing me to feel yell out in amazing torment.

  My whole body felt fully exposed and intensely sensitive to his touch.

  As our excitement continued to reach a climaxing level, I felt my body take a far more active role in pursuing an intense and mutual pinnacle.

  Both Johnathan and I were breathing heavy, while I whined, unable to scream, due to the tenacious and powerful movement. However, neither one of us seemed to care, since we were quickly reaching toward our goal.

  I was heaving, thrusting, feeling more empowered than I had ever felt before.

  Johnathan was guiding me, while pushing up, delving deeper and deeper into me with every fast-paced blow.

  My heart was beating so fast, from excitement and exertion that I feared it might explode. Yet, at that moment, there was nothing that could pull us away from the rising incentive that was rapidly approaching.

  “Oh God…Johnathan…” I moaned, shutting my eyes tightly, as a barrage of fireworks seemed to explode behind my eyelids. “Yes…Yes…Keep going…Don’t stop…” I begged, feeling chills of passion rippling up and down my body, while his hands continued to hold me, guide me, until with one final prod, I he buried himself deep inside of me and groaned as I felt his love erupt.

  The feel of his essence injecting inside of me inspired my own finality, which came after a few more powerful strokes.

  After prowling at the edge of the euphoric sea, I was submerged entirely with one final, exasperating plunge.

  I felt my nails dig into his shoulders as I pressed down, willing him to fill me as much as possible, while my ecstasy caused my body to quake all around him.

  Meanwhile, I was transported to a sightless, soundless oasis, filled with nothing but a rush of positive, intoxicating emotion. I felt transported, possibly to another world, where nothing else mattered but this moment.

  I felt completely free.

  I wanted to stay in this moment forever, but eventually, I returned to my body and I felt the rush of emotions start to dissipate, flooding me, while my womanly cavern still erupted in pulses of the aftershock…

  Within an instant, my eyes popped open and I heard the tail end of my obnoxious gasp. I looked around the cabin, placing my hand on my beating heart and trying to ignore the moistness between my legs.

  I swallowed hard, with my womanliness still quivering from the intensity of the need I experienced. I tried to figure out exactly what happened and why I had such an intense reaction. I had no words to accurately express what my mind had concocted, apparently all on its own.

  Part of me was embarrassed and horrified by the memory of the dream, but there was still another part of me that was extremely disappointed that it didn’t happen.

  Chapter 4: Johnathan

  The woman continued to moan in her sleep after drinking the tea. I couldn’t tell if she was moaning in pain or if she was consumed in a wet dream, which was slightly bothersome to me.

  Goddammit, I thought, if I can’t tell the difference, I definitely need to get laid.

  With that, my mind wandered through dirty thoughts of the woman and how nice it would feel to be inside of her.

  I thought about her moaning my name and her caress, the way her breasts would feel in my hand and the pure erotic allure of getting off, as well as getting someone else off. I hadn’t been with a woman in such a long time. So, although, I did feel like a dick for not stopping these thoughts, I didn’t blame myself or condemn myself for it. I was a man after all and this is the first woman I had spent any time with in years.

  Not to mention, the woman who was currently inhabiting my bed was pretty damn gorgeous.

  Her golden hair flowed out all around her as she slept in gentle, slumber, her petite hands curled under her small chin, while her ripped shirt revealed the cleavage to her obviously endowed breasts.

  Though she was small, both in size and stature, her womanly attributes were alluring without being overbearing. She was proportionate, with slight exaggeration in every place that mattered.

  In addition to the act of sex, I also found myself wondering what she was like normally. I thought about her personality and wondered if she would be someone I would like to date, and a person who would like to date me.

  However, this was what bothered me. More than the act of sex, it was the passion behind the romance that bothered me.

  The fact that I was even thinking about that was both intriguing and hurtful.

  Any man, or woman, for that matter, could think about having a good fuck with a person they are attracted to but to take it past the physical pleasure, into the realm of any deeper meaning, was something I wasn’t sure I could do. More than that, though, it wasn’t something I was sure I wanted to do.

  I felt as though I was committing an unforgivable act of betrayal, but I wasn’t quite sure why I felt that way, or to whom I was committing the act of betrayal.

  If she deserved it, I wouldn’t be here, I thought with ire, trying to ward of the memories that were still fresh, running deep and stinging often. But if she doesn’t, then don’t I deserve another chance?

  Still, for my own sanity, it didn’t take me long to decide that I shouldn’t be contemplating the idea of wanting to be the reason behind her moans.

  “Fuck…” I muttered, shaking my head as more vivid imagery clouded my memory. As the seduction of my thoughts grew into something more tempting,
I tried to pull myself away from what I knew would be a pit of desire filled with quicksand.

  The woman might be different but the risk of enduring another failure, to the extent of the last, which I barely survived made me feel stupid for even the natural reactions I was feeling.

  I shouldn’t be feeling anything for this woman, or for any woman ever again.

  I had cast myself away from people or a reason. There was no point in even opening myself up, even for a moment of normalcy, because I was sure that would only lead to a dead-end, filled with despair.

  Eventually, Jake’s bark shifted me from my thoughts.

  While I was thankful for the destruction, I wondered if the reason for the dog’s alerting outburst was due to an intruder.

  This time, I grabbed my gun and I took Jake out with me, while the woman continued to sleep soundly; obviously unbothered by Jake’s bark.

  The evening was cold but clear. Since the light of the fire had nearly doused completely inside, in addition to the light shining off the moon, it wasn’t hard to see the perimeter of the small clearing.

  I wanted to ensure that asshole hadn’t come back to catch us unaware.

  While I didn’t think that was likely, I wasn’t going to be taking any chances, at least so long as the woman was under my care. I might not want anything from her and her presence might be more aggravating and painful than being alone, but I’d be damned if I was going to let anything happen to her.