Saving Her

by Mia Ford

  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.

  Jake sniffed around the perimeter quietly, checking carefully for any sign of anything being out of place but came up empty. I listened carefully, trying to figure out if anything out of the ordinary was going on but I didn’t hear anything.

  When Jake was finished with his rounds, I could tell he was slightly confused as well, but he had also come up empty.

  I took one last look around, peering with intimidation, gun at the ready, but found nothing.

  The night was still. Not even the branches of the trees, or the leaves moved without provocation.

  Everything seemed to be normal.

  I had lived here a long time, so I was familiar with what my little patc
h of land was supposed to look like at every second of the day. For this time, there seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary going on.

  While I was relieved, I couldn’t help but think that something was going on, which presently alluded us, but between the dog and myself, I didn’t think that was likely.

  So, after sweeping my eyes all around the area one more time, I eventually allowed Jake and myself to return inside.

  Since the dog seemed satisfied too, I tried to let my guard down, but I still placed the gun well-within reach and locked the cabin door.

  The lock was admittedly a piece of shit, but I figured if someone did try to break in, every second counted. Even if I could only use that time to aim and fire, at least I would be able to do something.

  When I turned back around, I made sure the woman had remained undisturbed.

  I noticed that she was still in the bed, but I also decided that I hadn’t seen her move, at all, in a while.

  Oh fuck. I thought as I inched to her side, nor really wanting to check on her, fearing the worst, but preying that she was still alive.

  While I walked closer to her, I tried to gauge her breathing, but couldn’t see her move, since she was on her stomach.

  I crouched down to her level, but I didn’t dare touch her. I wasn’t sure why I didn’t want to touch her, considering if she was dead, she was in my house and therefore, I was as good as convicted anyway.

  However, instead of trying to shake her awake, or employ an easier method of checking her vitality, I put my hand under her nose.

  At first, I still couldn’t tell if the shallow breaths I thought I felt were a figment of my imagination, or proof of life, but eventually, I heard another familiar moan. At the same time, she rolled back over on her back and continued to breathe normally.

  Jesus, Christ… I heaved a sigh of relief before I returned to my chair and tried to fall asleep again myself.

  I was certain that Jake would alert me again if he heard anything out of the ordinary and I was a light sleeper, so I knew there wasn’t much that could happen that wouldn’t allow me to have a little time to react.

  Plus, in this small, cramped cabin, sleep seemed to be the only way I could escape the thoughts and visions that continued to plague my mind.

  The wild goose chase had helped momentarily but so long as I was trapped in the same cabin as her, I would continue to wonder what it would be like to be with her and thus, I would only become more depressed.

  If for whatever reason, that or another threat did make itself known, I would have to be sharp, which mean that I had to keep as much space as I could between my new houseguest and myself.

  My sanity and possibly our lives depended on it.

  Chapter 5:

  Carrie

  When I woke up again, after falling asleep after realizing the dream was merely a wild hair of my own imagination, it was, again the first thing I thought about. I was still slightly embarrassed, even though I knew it was normal. It wasn’t the first time I had a dream like that, though it was never so intense.

  It’s not like he knows about it… I thought, trying to assure myself, but was only faced with the realization that I could’ve talked in my sleep. A mortified shiver quaked down my back but ultimately, I realized there wasn’t much I could do.

  It had happened, and I wouldn’t for a second believe he didn’t have something similar, or even more physical plague him at an inconvenient moment.

  So, instead of dwelling in how self-conscious I was about the dream, I focused on what it could’ve meant.

  Dream interpretation was more Kasandra’s thing, but right now she wasn’t here, and I was hoping there was an actual reason for the way I was feeling.

  Maybe it means that I’m supposed to get to know this man? I thought, not thinking so much sexually, though I had to admit, I still wouldn’t mind it, but get to know him as a person.

  After all, he had saved me, and I hadn’t even found out his name.

  When I sat up and looked around the cabin, I watched him chuck firewood into the fireplace for a moment before I cleared my throat.

  He stopped short, his shoulders bristled, and it took a moment for him to turn around.

  When he did, it appeared that he was trying his best not to sound strained, though it was obvious that he was uncomfortable.

  “Hi, how are you feeling?”

  The question caught me off guard, since strangely, the dream was a more pressing distraction than my physical afflictions but when he reminded me, I felt my ankle pulse with a light amount of pain. Otherwise, I was okay.

  “Actually, believe it or not, I feel pretty good,” I answered, giving him a grin that he didn’t return.

  Nervous, I felt the friendly expression crinkle back into something far less welcoming, matching his reaction.

  “That’s good,” he replied, shaking his head once before returning to his firewood duty.

  “I…I’m sorry for how I treated you before. I was a little…harsh when I should’ve been thanking you profusely for saving my ass,” I insisted, trying again to garner some information from him.

  “Don’t worry about it,” the man insisted, seeming to be purposefully reserved. He didn’t look back at me as he spoke and even moved closer to the other side of the cabin when I spoke to him, as though he was trying to keep his distance. “You’ve been through Hell. I can’t imagine the shit that must be going through your mind. And, to wake up here…” He shook his head again, seeming genuine in what he was saying but kept by how he spoke and what his reactions looked like.

  I was confused at this and I wondered if I had said or done anything that had caused him to feel particularly uncomfortable.

  However, I didn’t want to bring it up, because I was sure that wouldn’t help anything. So, instead, I tried to garner information in a more blatant fashion.

  “Well, thank you. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you there.”

  “Don’t mention it,” he huffed, chancing a look in my direction, and speaking with an unnecessary amount of seriousness, “Seriously. Don’t. It’s no big deal.”

  Afterward, he looked away again, giving me the impression that he didn’t want to speak anymore.

  Even though I wanted to know more about him and I was determined to get something useful out of this conversation, I didn’t push him for further information for a while.

  He finished with the firewood and went into the closet, bringing out a First Aid bag.

  When he came into my field of vision, I was finally able to focus on him.

  The man before me was tall and striking, though his massive amount of hair dulled that appearance slightly. His beard was so long, it covered his chest and his hair was shoulder length. The brown hair was curly and straggly, but it didn’t look dirty. In fact, the hair seemed to suit him, making him look older than the early thirties, I estimated his actual age to be. His skin was tan, thoroughly baked by the intense sun and the mountain elements, but the weathered look only added to his allure. His eyes, however, were a piercing emerald, which stood out starkly from the rest of his face. While morose and serious, his eyes were the only part of him that looked his age. Despite their expression, dimmed by whatever issues had made him live out here in the first place, the youthful light refused to be doused.

  This realization made me feel slightly more comfortable with him.

  His clothes were torn, but not completely dirty. His jeans were worn, and his shirt looked like it was meant to fit a man without such a defining muscular build, which made me wonder exactly how long he had been here.

  Still, despite the disheveled appearance, the roughness of his appearance intrigued me.

  I found that I was instantly attracted to him, though I tried to blame it on the dream. Surely, my mind was playing tricks on me.

  “I need to check your head, is that okay?” He asked, nearing me with caution, almost as though he feared I was going to bite him. His voice was gruff and hardened, as though
he wasn’t used to speaking so much, but he didn’t sound nearly as angry as he had before.

  “Yes…I mean, you don’t have to, but thank you,” I replied, trying to figure out exactly what this guy’s angle was. Obviously, he was out here alone, but since he seemed to be doing his best to take care of me, I wasn’t afraid of him. I couldn’t justify why he would be putting all this effort into helping me heal if he was another psycho with ill intentions.

  Since you aren’t a psycho, you wouldn’t know that. I thought to myself but was drawn away from my thoughts by the sound of him snickering.

  “You wouldn’t say that if you saw it,” he answered snidely.

  I felt my stomach topple over, thinking of all the terrible things that could’ve happened.

  Was I horribly mangled? Did the man who attack me hack my brains out with a rock? Do I still have a skull?

  Maybe that’s why he doesn’t want to talk to me. Maybe I’m too ugly to look at…

  While I was still out of it enough to have all of these strange thoughts, I thankfully, was not crazy enough to actually say anything I was thinking.

  Instead, I mumbled, “Is it really that bad?”

  The man stopped to study my face, which I could tell was drained of all its color, but he seemed slightly amused at this.