Broken

“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.