Chapter 9: Carrie

When I woke up, I felt disgusting. I wasn’t used to being so gross. Normally, I was an extremely clean person. So, having not taken so much as a whore bath for God knows how long was starting to weigh on me. I felt as though I smelled disgusting and each time I moved, I heard my hair crunching from the dried blood.

It made me sick and after laying there, in the darkness, I was sure I wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep if I had to continue living in my own filth.

So, I carefully eased myself off the bed, careful not to wake anyone. Although, as soon as I moved, I heard Jake groan as his large head poked up to see what was going on.

“Go back to sleep,” I told the dog, “It’s okay.”

Yet, when I turned around, I saw a figure towering over me. I was so concerned with the dog, I didn’t even hear anyone coming up behind me.

My heart dropped as I had a flashback of the tour guide. I screamed and staggered back, but I was caught by large, sturdy hands and brought back up.

“What the hell? Carrie? What’s wrong?” Johnathan asked, sounding genuinely concerned. He made sure I was stable before releasing my arm.

“Nothing…I just wanted to go take a shower,” I complained, picking at my hair. “I feel gross.”

Even though he didn’t make a sound, I could almost sense him rolling his eyes at me.

“Really?” Johnathan finally retorted, “You couldn’t have wanted to do this last night, or waited until morning?”

“I’m sorry, I just woke up and,” I shivered from disgust, “I just feel like everything is caked on me and I want to get it off.”

I must have sounded desperate though, because when he spoke again, his voice was a lot more understanding.

“Okay…Okay, fine. Just…Sit down, will you?” As he spoke, he guided me back to the bed. “Let me get some light in here and I’ll help you.”

“Thank you,” I answered, relieved that he was going to do something about it instead of just telling me to go back to sleep.

Obviously still waking up, I watched his shadow slunk over to the large oven and prime the embers of the fire and add firewood so that the flames returned, giving some light to the room.

I waited patiently, even though it was difficult.

When he returned, though, Johnathan helped me over to the sink. He unbandaged my head and got me a chair to sit down on. Afterwards, he eased me back, so that he could carefully clean my hair.

“Thank you,” I replied again, as I watched his large hands methodically and carefully remove the crimson from my hair.

I wasn’t sure if he didn’t hear me, or simply didn’t feel like responding, but either way, he said nothing. Instead, he used some kind of soap on my hair, before washing it out, paying particular care not to touch the spot where the blood had originated.

“I can’t touch that yet,” he announced, pointing to the back of my hair. “I don’t want it to start bleeding all over again.”

“That’s okay,” I replied, but he was already back to work. I wondered if he had done that purposefully, to let me know that he wasn’t asking for my permission.

Still, I didn’t care. He could be a jerk all he wanted, so long as he helped me feel like myself and not like the Carrie in the movie who got covered in pig’s blood.

At least this was my own blood, I tried to tell myself as the sickening thought passed through my mind, but it ended up doing little to console me.

Blood was blood and it was gross.

After Johnathan had finished, he told me that if I wanted, I could take a shower to wash off my body.

Pointing me toward the bathroom, he warned, “Don’t get water in your cut. It’s starting to scab, and I don’t want anything to fuck it up. It’s actually looking good.”

The thought made me weak in the knees but instead of dwelling on that, I managed to shake my head. “Okay. Thanks.”

I hobbled over to the bathroom, with Johnathan guiding me. He made sure I was alright before quickly leaving the room.

The shower was simple and seemed to be more of an outdoor setup than indoor plumbing, but I supposed I should be grateful for at least this advancement.

I took the hose off the rung and pointed it down while I turned the nozzle. Water immediately shot out of the sprayer. It was freezing but thankfully, I didn’t have it pointed toward me.

The water seemed to take forever to warm up, even marginally, but when it did, I was thankful. I used the strange soap that had the scent of pine and washed myself off, careful to keep my injured ankle out of the water as well. Even though it wasn’t open, it still had a splint on it and I didn’t feel like going through the effort to take it off.

I was simply happy to not feel crusty anymore.

When I got out of the shower, I saw there was a towel hanging on the hook that I could’ve sworn wasn’t there before. I dried myself off as best as I could before putting the towel around my body and walking back out, into the main portion of the cabin.

I noticed that the bed was changed, with new sheets and I had comfortable clothes on the bed, laid out for me.

I looked around and saw Johnathan in his normal spot, sitting in his chair, rocking slowly back and forth, watching the fire.

He didn’t seem to notice that I was there, or made no attempt to enlighten me, so I cleared my throat.

“Thanks for putting my clothes out…and changing my sheets,” I called, but Johnathan didn’t turn around.

I looked over at the bed and a previously displaced Jake was now rolling around on the covers playfully, as though he was trying to get his scent back on the sheets.

Swinging out a little bit, to look around the chair, I saw that Johnathan’s head was cocked to the side and his eyes were closed.

I didn’t think he was sleeping for some reason, but I figured if he didn’t want to speak to me, he didn’t have to and so, I shrugged and walked back over to the bed.

After putting the clean pajamas on, I crawled back into the bed and was finally able to get a good night’s sleep.

The next morning, my senses woke me with the sounds and smells of breakfast.

At first, I was confused, wondering why there was a big hairy thing in my bed, and who was making breakfast.

Yet, when a shot of pain reverberated up my leg, I remembered what had happened and where I was, before opening my eyes. I moved slightly, and the massive dog inched closer to me, almost like a child, grumbling in his sleep.

I stifled a chuckle and hugged him, hoping that today was going to be better than the past few days. I couldn’t take much more arguing and craziness. I wasn’t used to all of this and while I no longer had a fear of Johnathan, I wanted to like him. I wanted to learn more about him.

I had no idea why I wanted him to let me in, but I was willing to believe that I had met him for a reason.

Obviously, this could’ve been the fact that he saved me, coupled with the dream that made me think this way, but knowing that didn’t dampen my resolve.

I wanted to get to know Johnathan and I wanted to figure out why he was up here, all alone.

While he was intensely guarded, I had no doubt in his sanity.

I didn’t think he was dangerous, because there was nothing that he had done that even hinted he wasn’t in control of himself. So, that ruled out that he was hiding from the law, but what else would make a man take up such a solitary life?

It wasn’t the fact that it was off the grid and in the mountains that made me so curious. There were plenty of people who enjoyed their privacy and would love to have such a place to get away.

What intrigued me, was that this wasn’t a getaway for Johnathan. This was a permanent residence and he didn’t share it with another living soul.

It must be such a lonely existence and to want that, something awful must have happened to him.

I wanted to know what that was, because for some reason, I believed that whatever happened, I could help him.

However, when I opened my eyes, my thoughts seemed silly, and overthought, as a far more jovial Johnathan greeted me.

“Good morning!” Johnathan exclaimed, placing a plate of eggs and bacon on the table next to her.

“Oh…Thank you!” I exclaimed, feeling my stomach rumble at the sight of the food.

“You’re welcome. You’re going to need your strength today, because I want you to try to walk around.”

I grinned, taking the plate onto my lap, “Are you trying to get rid of me?”

Instead of getting defensive, as I feared he might, he grinned, knowing that I was teasing him.

“Well, as much as I would like to sleep in my own bed at some point soon, no. I’m giving you a little tough love because I don’t want your muscles to get complacent. Trust me, you don’t want that either. If you’re ever going to make it down that mountain, you are going to have to start somewhere. Besides, I’m sure you don’t want to stay here a second more than you have to.”

“Actually, it’s not too bad,” I mused, hoping I didn’t sound as desperate as I felt I came across. I was only trying to be friendly, but it came out sounding kind of seductive, which wasn’t my intent. Immediately, I felt my cheeks redden with embarrassment. “I mean, I told you, I find it relaxing…The cabin and all that.”

Johnathan nodded, “Yeah, I get that. I feel the same way myself. I love it up here…Usually, there’s hardly anyone else around. It’s great.” Staring at me for a long moment, I was sure he was going to ask me a question, but it took him a while, I supposed, to figure out how he wanted to ask the question. “So, what is it that makes you want to be relaxed in a cabin, with no way to contact the outside world?”

“I could ask you the same thing? I’m not exactly here by choice.”

“So, you’re making the best out of a bad situation?” He asked, though not with any hint of being insulted. He genuinely seemed interested in my thought process.

“I guess. I mean, considering what happened…But I came up to the mountains in the first place to get away. I thought hiking would be the answer, but this is much better.” I grinned.

“Well, I can’t really take that as a compliment. I mean, the cabin is the better of two genuinely shitty options.”

I chuckled, “The mountain wasn’t supposed to be a shitty option. However, I still think this is nicer.”

“Wow. Maybe you hit your head a little harder than I thought,” he joked.

“No, seriously, Johnathan. I’ve always been a simple girl. I don’t need a lot and lately, there has been a lot to deal with.”

“What do you mean? What do you do, when you’re not…attempting to return to nature?”

“I am in college. I’m studying to be a paralegal,” I answered. “I go to NC state.”

“Damn,” Johnathan answered, “I guess you’re right. You do have an excuse to want to get away.”

“It’s not that I want to get away from anything. I can’t wait to get on with my life. I love helping people and I can’t wait to start doing what I’m going to school for…Schools not that bad. It’s just…a lot.” I simpered, “I needed a break from it all, just to recharge my batteries. While I really didn’t have anyone, who wanted to go with me, I wasn’t exactly begging anyone to come with me either. I was happy to go alone, because I thought it would help me relax.”

“What kind of high maintenance friends do you have?” He teased.

“One of the most high-maintenance…and she knows it too. She would tell you. She’s crazy, but we’ve been friends for years. If I took her along, I would have to hear her bitching about bugs, the sun, the grass, the stones, the sky and the mountain itself for a week. She isn’t an outdoors person.”

“And…no one else would go with you?”

“I wouldn’t want anyone else to go with me. My parents wouldn’t climb a mountain and my other friends, they’re school friends, you know? Not, go brave the wilderness friends.”

“There’s a difference?”

“Of course, there’s a difference,” I answered with a slight insinuation to my voice that he immediately picked up on.

“You realize, you’re talking to the guy who prefers the company of a dog, to any human beings, right?”

“Fair enough. So, you just hate everybody, huh?”

“Yeah, pretty much,” he retorted playfully, “People are stupid.”

I rolled my eyes, “So, do you think you’re better than everyone else, or what?”

“Oh, God no. I’m a dick. I wouldn’t want to be my friend either. I’m surprised poor Jake has stuck it out this long,” he insisted playfully.

“Jake loves you,” I insisted, glancing at the dog, who was now looking between us, hoping that someone would sacrifice a piece of bacon for him.

“He just loves me because I feed him,” Johnathan insisted.

“Sometimes, that’s all you need.”

“Yup, this pup is all I need,” Johnathan, insisted, giving up a piece of his bacon to an extremely happy Jake, as he pet the dogs massive head.

Jake swallowed the bacon in one bite and immediately started to scour both of our plates for another.

“That’s all you get,” Johnathan insisted, “Don’t look at her plate. She needs her strength. You’re fine.”

As though Jake understood what his owner was saying, he huffed in protest before flopping onto the floor and laying down, away from us.

“He’s never happy, that dog,” Johnathan laughed.

“But he’s so cute!” I exclaimed, wishing I had given up some of my bacon while I still had the chance.

“Ugh…He’s two-hundred pounds of pure muscle and fur… He’s not cute.”

“And that is why, I think he might like me better,” I retorted.

“Eh, he definitely likes you better,” he replied hastily, in a way that slightly lessened the effect of my joke. “But he’s stuck with me…Speaking of which, if you’re able to move around on it today, we’ll work on it a little more for the next few days, but I’m hoping you’ll be well enough to get back down the mountain in a little while. From what I can see of it right now, the sprain seems to be healing nicely. I’m more worried about re-injury than I am about you not being able to make it. I just want to make sure you don’t overdo it too soon.”

“Thanks,” I answered, feeling the spark of a connection starting to take shape again. I grinned at him.

However, this time, he didn’t respond in a positive manner. He swallowed hard and put his plate to the side. His expression wasn’t angry, but it scared me.

“What?” I asked, my face falling to match his morose expression. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah…I just…I feel like I have to tell you something,” Johnathan replied, putting his plate down on the ground and settling in to have a serious conversation.

Suddenly, the remainder of my breakfast was no longer appealing. I felt my stomach churn as I wondered what could possibly be so important, or so grave, that he would feel the need to be so serious about.

Since, the one thing I had learned about Johnathan was that unless he was angry, he didn’t take things overly serious. He would rather insult a problem or tell it to go to hell wit his dry sense of humor than actually address it, which I was starting to get used to. Instead, though, right now, he seemed almost too serious.

“Johnathan, you’re scaring me…” I offered, pulling back from him.

“Good. You should be scared,” he scowled, “Cause it scared the shit out of me and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.”

“What?” I asked, inching back toward him, although I felt my body shaking. I wasn’t sure what he was going to tell me and I feared that something would snap in him and I would be thrown back into a terrible situation, like I was at the campsite.

It wasn’t that I didn’t trust Johnathan, it was more that I was having a hard time trusting anyone presently. It seemed like every time I moved, since the incident, I was afraid something was going to attack me.

I didn’t want to live this way and my only hope was that it would get better with time, but I doubted it and Johnathan’s expression wasn’t helping this idea.

“So,” he started skeptically, as though he still wasn’t sure if he wanted to tell me what he felt he needed to. Yet, after a pause, he continued, “You know when I told you I found your tent and your bag? I told you that I didn’t find anything else?”

“Yeah?” I prodded as my heart started to thump loud and hastily in my chest. Instantly, I felt sick and the words spilled out of me before I could stop them, “Did you find the guy? Did you kill him?”

“What?” Johnathan seemed to be removed from the seriousness of the situation for a moment, as he shook his head. “No! Why would you think…” His voice willingly cut off there and his head bobbed in a motion as though he had answered his own question and no longer needed further explanation. “Uh…No. I didn’t kill him, but that’s partially only because I didn’t find him. I did find his bag…”

“His hiking pack?”

“No. Probably a bag that he had in his hiking pack. It looked like a medical bag? Kind of…Anyway, I found a knife, rope, duct tape and the damn drug he used to knock you out with in the bag.” He spoke quickly now, as though he was trying to get it all out before he changed his mind about saying any of it. “The good news is, the drug he used won’t have any lasting effects. It’s basically generic Valium, so it won’t have any lasting effects, but the other stuff I found suggests that…”

“He was going to kill me,” I replied, saying the words aloud made my stomach curdle. Again, I felt sick.

“Jesus, I’m sorry, Carrie. I wasn’t going to tell you, but I felt that you had a right to know…” He insisted, gingerly grasping my shoulder in an attempt to be supportive.

However, I wasn’t listening to him. Even though I had known that was a possibility, even as the assault was happening, the pre-meditation that had gone into the attack and the obvious, ultimate intention made my head spin.

Those eyes returned, burning into my soul and now that I was certain of their true intention, I was certain that I would likely never be able to rest comfortably and securely again.

If the guide had intended to kill me after he had gotten what he wanted, he would definitely want to kill me now that he was interrupted.

Thoughts of how my life was in danger, as well as Johnathan’s life flooded my conscious, making me feel guilty as well as terrified.

I wasn’t sure what I had thought happened to him before but the thought of him coming back for me wasn’t high on the realm of my possibilities. However, now, I feared that it was the only logical conclusion.

I supposed I had hoped this was a random act and that he was never going to try it again, because it had failed. I knew that was a dumb idea, especially now, but it was hard for my brain to contemplate anything else. Now, those ideas seemed like fantasies, wishful thinking, though I knew the reality was far darker.

As all of this weighed down on me, I felt increasingly lightheaded as the black curtain started to close from the corners of my eyes. I heaved a breath, which was useless, as though I was punched in the stomach and was certain that I was about to pass out.

I tried to fight it, refusing to close my eyes, but as the blackness closed over my vision, my stomach churned uncomfortably.

I wondered if it was better to pass out or fight it and throw up. Either way, I figured I would be getting sick, so I instantly decided I didn’t want to be throwing up after I had succumbed to the darkness.

I swallowed hard and fought for breath.

Realizing the despair, I was in, Johnathan’s grasp tightened as he tried to keep me from falling over.

“Carrie!” He yelled, shaking me slightly so that was pulled away from the sense of overbearing fear. When I looked at him, he pressed his other hand on my other shoulder and glared at me. “Carrie, listen to me!” He screamed.

Eventually, my eyes settled on his and the dizziness started to dissipate, though my unsettled stomach continued to ebb and flow, still threatening to release its contents.

“Breathe, Carrie…Relax. Come back to me,” Johnathan’s voice was soothing and calm, now that he had stopped yelling. His panic had receded and therefore, I was able to focus on him as he requested, which slowly eased the sickness I felt.

He continued to speak softly to me, his eyes bearing into mine intently, driving out the crazed look of the guide that plagued me.

Finally, I was able to draw in a calming breath, then another. Slowly, I started to be able to calm myself.

“Relax, Carrie…” Johnathan told me once again, before his expression hardened in a far more serious, menacing manner. “Now, listen to me, Carrie, you are going to be okay. I am not going to let anyone hurt you. That asshole is long gone, but if he does come back, I swear to God, I’ll be ready for him. I’ll kill him, before you even know he’s here.”

“But…What if, what if he comes after me at home? After I leave?” I insisted.

“He won’t,” Johnathan insisted, his expression piercing. “I don’t want to scare you, but here’s the truth, if he tries to come after you again, he’s going to try to do so before you reach the ranger’s station. He’s either going to attack you here, or while we’re on the trip, so that is when you need to be the most aware of your surroundings. I will be with you the whole time and I know what to look for. I’ll know if he’s coming. Once you make it to the ranger’s station, you can report him, or you can leave it alone. Either way, once you’re there, he’s lost his shot. He’s not going to come after you again, because he isn’t sure if he’s already been made. You know his name, his face, and can direct people back to where he attacked you, which trust me, they will find evidence there…So, he’s at your mercy then. Going after you once you reach that ranger’s station is only adding time to a sentence. If you accuse him of hurting you and then you disappear, guess who their number one suspect is?”

I contemplated all of this and nodded, “That makes sense.”

“Also, this is his home turf. He knows this area. He doesn’t know where you live. Even if he finds out your address, he doesn’t know were to hide and where to go if things don’t go his way. Here, he feels comfortable. Where you live, he’s a caged rat. It’d be a suicide mission.”

Again, I shook my head with understanding, “That makes sense…”

“So, don’t worry about it.”

“Why did you go to get my stuff?” I asked, “And don’t tell me that it was a perimeter check…” I grinned weakly, as I finally felt the color start to return to my face.

“I don’t know,” Johnathan responded, “I was just wandering around and honestly, found myself back at the spot where you were attacked. I did briefly think about trying to find the bastard, which was how I ended up by your campsite, but when I realized he wasn’t there, but the crazy killer bag was, I thought it would be better if I came back…Just in case.”

“Thanks,” I answered.

“I don’t know what you’re thanking me for. If he caught up with you here, he could kill you and blame my ass. I was protecting myself,” he snickered.

“Thanks,” I retorted, this time a lot more sarcastically than the first time.

“Don’t mention it,” he insisted, before turning his attention toward my ankle. “I should probably check that. If it’s not too bad, I want you to walk, okay?”

I nodded, though for some reason, I was a little apprehensive. Perhaps it was because I hadn’t been on my feet in so long and I didn’t want to fail, or maybe it had more to do with the fact that I was still recovering from the news. I wasn’t sure exactly what it was, but I figured that getting up and walking around was the first step in regaining my life. So, I agreed.

Carefully, Johnathan removed the splint that he made, freeing my ankle for the first time.

Once it was released, he pushed my pant-leg up and easily felt around my ankle.

I grinned at the feel of his touch. I closed my eyes as I noticed that I was reacting in a sensual way to the way he was feeling my leg. His hands were rough, warm, and firm. I felt a fire start to rage in my midsection as my heart started to beat quickly.

“Oh, admit it, Johnathan...You just want me to stay longer because you like the company,” I teased, trying to gauge whether he felt the same way as I did

“Does this hurt?” He asked, trying to be objective, though a simper crossed his features.

“No,” I replied, trying to be serious, though the way he was stroking my leg, massaging it in a manner that caused every bit of feeling I had to come alive, made it hard to be objective.

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.