HOPE

IT WAS WRONG. IT was all wrong. I should have been running for my life. They could come back at any time. What was I doing?

Maybe that was why I felt that way. I was so wired, my adrenaline through the roof, that everything seemed so much more intense than normal. I noticed things that would normally pass me by.

Like the smell of him when we'd been in the cupboard together. Or the way he'd gripped my hand so tightly. And then there was the unmistakable pressure digging into my ass when I sat on his lap. He had a hard on, there was no doubt about it.

But he wasn't doing anything about it. I could tell he wanted me, the way he looked at me when he held me on him, my legs wrapped around him. Would he notice I had no panties on? Would he lose control?

He looked like a man used to controlling things around him. Those dark brooding eyes of his, that snarling mouth that looked ready to yell at me at any moment, tell me to get on my knees for him.

I shouldn't have been thinking that way. Any other time, any other man, I'd have been out of there like a shot. But he'd just helped to save me from a fate worse than death. Hormones raced through me, desire bubbled up inside me.

I saw him as my saviour, my hero, raised up on a pedestal that only existed because my mind was so exhausted, it was incapable of filtering things into civilised thoughts. I'd nearly died and now I wanted to feel alive again. Or, at least, that's what my body wanted. To be reminded that I was alive. What more primal way than by rubbing against his cock as it dug into me through his trousers.

I fought him when he tried to take my dress from me but only because I thought he'd see how much I wanted him, I could feel the wetness between my legs already, my inner need growing stronger by the second.

A minute later and I was standing up naked as he cleaned me and it was the most I've ever wanted to be fucked in my life. I wasn't thinking clearly, I was too lost in him, in the way he looked, the way he acted, so in control, so strong. I just felt safe and my body felt a connection it had never felt before, it wanted him. I wanted him.

I shuffled my legs apart, hoping my body would tell him what my mouth couldn't. If I spoke, I knew it would break the spell. Reality would kick in and the insanity of the situation would roll up and hammer on my skull, tell me I knew nothing about this guy, I shouldn't trust him. I should get the hell out of there.

His hand slid slowly up my leg again and I tensed up, feeling sure he'd go higher this time.

But he didn't. Just as my breath caught in my throat, he moved his hand away, drying me slowly before standing up, looking me directly in the eye.

"Much better," he said, placing his hand directly on my chest, his palm brushing over my right nipple, making me shudder at the sensation. "You're still too cold though. Lay here and I'll wrap around you."

I did as he asked, lying on the blanket as he lay down behind me. He pulled the loose end over us both before settling in place. I had his arm under my neck and it wrapped around me, slightly constricting my throat as his other hand moved down my stomach, rubbing hard.

"Are you getting warm yet?" he asked.

I could only nod. I was already struggling to keep still, wanting to rock back against that hard on of his. I could feel it digging into me and I wanted it more than anything.

His hand moved back up to my chest, brushing over my breasts, making my nipples tingle as I tried my best to keep calm. The arm around my throat tightened, pulling me back onto him.

"You'll be okay," he whispered in my ear. "You'll be okay."

The way he said it made me smile. I felt safer than ever, wrapped in his arms, his fingers lightly starting to circle my nipples.

I could feel his breath on my ear as he whispered, reassuring me again and again. I closed my eyes as his lips brushed my earlobe. An electric bolt of desire shot from it to my core, making my insides throb.

He was still circling my nipples absently, as if he wasn't aware he was doing it. I reached up to his hand and took hold of his wrist, moving him down my body, needing him to realise what I wanted.

His fingers took the hint, sliding between my legs. He pushed his way between my lips, my wetness making me slick enough for him to slide straight into me, ease the aching discomfort of emptiness that had so pained me since I'd first felt his hardness against me.

I moaned softly as he ground the flat of his hand against my nub, his finger continuing to explore inside me, his lips lightly kissing the back of my neck, his other hand still pressed against my throat, making it hard to breathe and impossible to move away. I was trapped in place, held by him.

But I didn't feel scared. I felt safe. I felt desirable, I felt needed. I felt saved.

He slid his hand from me and I groaned with disappointment. Then I realised what he was doing. He was getting his trousers unbuttoned. A second later, I felt the burning heat of his length pressing against my ass, thrusting slightly between my cheeks, gliding back and forth, making me want him all the more.

I shifted in place as he moved the tip down and then between my legs. I held my breath, feeling like the whole world was a mirror that would shatter if he so much as moved. Reality and civilisation was nothing but a puff of smoke and this was what was left when it blew away. There was just the ancient need inside me as it had been inside stone age woman. I needed him inside me. There was no other way to describe it.

If he'd walked away then, I'd have been crushed, the disappointment too much to bear. I would have done anything to make him thrust into me in that moment.

He pushed his hips towards my ass and the freeze frame moment ended. Reality came back. He filled me completely in just a second and it was almost too much to take, my body soaring high, my mind lost to the completion of my need. He had filled me. He stretched me, he had given me the one thing I needed more than anything else, him, inside me.

He groaned quietly into my ear as I gripped him, squeezing my inner muscles, not wanting him to pull back.

He twisted in place, still deep inside me, moving me onto my front, crushing me under him. I should have felt scared but I didn't. Even as I struggled to breathe under his bulk, I felt protected by him, more relaxed than I had any right to feel.

He pulled his hips back and thrust into me again, this time bringing a broad smile to my lips. My mouth fell open as I began to pant for breath. He rocked in place, his fullness hitting every nerve in me.

I was wetter than I'd ever been, my whole body on fire with need as he pulled back and then slammed into me, lying down flat against my back, his mouth on my ear, licking a slow line around it before kissing the lobe, then the nape of my neck.

I could smell him again. I could hear his every breath, the way it altered when he began to pick up speed.

Reaching behind me, I felt for his body, wanting to know if he was real, if this was real. It was a dream, sex like I'd never had in my life.

I shifted my hips slightly, my clit getting pressure in just the right place as he rocked back and forth against me, getting gradually faster. Then he read my mind, pulling me up onto all fours, grabbing my ass, squeezing it, groping it so hard it made me wince.

All the while, he continued to drive into me then he froze. Out of nowhere, he stopped, hovering with just the tip of him inside. I couldn't wait. I tried to rock back onto him but he gripped my hips tightly, not letting me move as I growled with frustration.

Then he slammed forwards, sending all the breath from my lungs. I barely had time to register his length before he pulled back, again pausing, teasing, waiting.

Then he did it again. And again. And again.

Each time, I hoped he would keep going but he kept pausing, driving me wild.

"Fuck me," I muttered, not recognising my voice, saying a phrase I'd never said before.

My body began to tense up as he moved quicker. Suddenly he went as fast as he could, slamming into me, driving as deep as he could go, filling me completely. I groaned as my clit throbbed, telling me how close I was.

Reaching between my legs, I stroked it frantically as he grunted behind me, his cock buried all the way inside me.

I felt it twitch as I came. My body lost control when my orgasm hit me, the release from it too much for me to handle. I shook, I moaned, I writhed, I muttered, I drove back onto him, feeling his hot wetness filling me, spurting deep inside me, bringing a stupid grin to my lips, making me giggle, I was so lost in the joy of the moment.

Endorphins raced through me, my nerves tingled in a way they never had before. It was the most powerful climax I'd ever known.

I was still panting for breath when he collapsed next to me on the blanket, his hand on my chest once again. "You feel much warmer now," he said, pulling me towards him, wrapping around me once more. "Better stay like this for a while longer. Just to be sure."

"Whatever you say," I muttered, the words weak. I could barely tell my lips to move, I was still recovering from the sheer force of what had just happened to me. My pussy was tingling as if he was still inside me. I sighed happily, closing my eyes and hoping this moment would never end.