Broken

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 sho

w 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.