Gunner

 

As the days rolled by, Sierra and I discovered just how well our bodies were matched. The sex was amazing. She surprised me with how willing she was to do anything I presented and with how well she went along with it. It was almost enough to make me forget that all of this started with my suspicion that she was up to something by seeking me out at the bar.

 

I was beginning to think that she had sought me out simply because she had heard about the way I liked to have sex and the way I liked to control women. She was someone who definitely needed to be controlled in bed. It allowed her to let go of herself and let her pleasure overtake her.

 

Every time we had sex, I could feel the moment she released control over her body to give in to the moment and the sensation. Her body would suddenly relax beneath me, or on top of me. But that relaxation would soon be replaced with a different kind of tension. It wasn’t stress. It was the building ecstasy in her body that caused her to tense up after the need to control was wiped away by pleasure. That was a very different tension.

 

It also seemed like the more of her I had, the more of her I wanted. I couldn’t keep my hands or eyes off of her. I went to sleep wanting her. I dreamed about her. I woke up wanting her. I wanted her again immediately after I had her.

 

I lay in bed in the morning, staring at her and wondering what it was about her that made me want her like a drug. I ran a hand down her delicate arm, down her side to her hips. My fingers drifted down the side of her leg.

 

Sierra seemed so delicate and innocent in her sleep, but she was anything but delicate or innocent. Her looks were deceiving. She was a strong woman who knew what she wanted and how to get it. The how seemed to involve sex, or some use of her body. She knew she was seductive, and she had no trouble using that to get her way.

 

Maybe that was what made her crave submission so much, I mused. She was used to getting what she wanted and having to have control over the situation. I offered her the opportunity to let go of all of that.

 

At least that was what I told myself while I lay naked next to her in the bed. She was such a challenge. I still didn’t know much about her other than the way we seemed to work together, but I didn’t mind. I figured I would learn more about her as we went along.

 

Sierra was a mystery, and just as I unraveled her body in bed, I was going to unravel her past in time.

 

I wasn’t sure of what I would find when I started to unravel her, though, and I was a little worried about that. I knew we all had pasts. I knew I sure as hell had my own, and I was pretty sure hers had never been that bad, but still, I wondered.

 

I wondered why she had sought me out. I amused myself with the thought that it was because she knew someone else I had slept with, and they had told her about what I liked in bed, so she wanted to see for herself. I didn’t think that was the real reason, though. She was too much of a professional to seek me out just for pleasure.

 

I wondered what she did for a living. She didn’t seem to be worried about money, but, then again, she was also living off of me while she stayed at the house. Still, she didn’t seem too terribly impressed by the money I had, unlike some of the women I picked up at the bars where the MC used to gather. She seemed more impressed by my generosity than my wealth, which told me she was used to wealth.

 

No, she was definitely comfortable being around wealthy people. That wasn’t much of a stretch for her.

 

I looked at the gently sloping curves of her body outlined by the sheets on my bed, and it was no wonder why she was so accustomed to wealth. Men had probably given her everything she wanted all her life. She certainly knew how to use her looks to her advantage, and I was sure she had been honing her skills for a long time.

 

I didn’t mind. I knew she was working her magic on me. I knew she was using her body and her sex to get in deep with me, and knowing that gave me the upper hand, or I supposed it did. She didn’t have to try hard.

 

Sierra stirred in her sleep and mumbled something through her sleeping lips. I couldn’t make out what she was saying, but I placed my hand gently on her shoulder, and she settled down. I narrowed my eyes, wondering what she was dreaming. What could have possibly troubled such a beautiful face? I certainly couldn’t imagine anyone trying to do anything to harm or upset her. She made it too easy to go along with what she did.

 

Besides, I had seen the effect it had on her whenever I took control over her in bed or when I taunted her when we weren’t sleeping together. She seemed to enjoy it. That couldn’t have been the kind of thing that bothered her in her sleep.

 

There was something dark in her history, I was sure. It seemed like fewer and fewer people were able to get by without some sort of darkness trailing them. I ran a hand gently over her hair to comfort her.

 

I found myself wanting to protect her when we weren’t challenging each other to battles of our wits. I found myself unable to concentrate on anything else for long now that she had become a somewhat permanent fixture in my life.

 

I also wondered how long this would last. Like the Sun Stone in my cellar, Sierra seemed like the kind of person who rarely stayed in one place for very long. She didn’t seem like the type to let dust settle on her life.

 

I knew it was best to enjoy every day we spent together because there weren’t many that were promised. Once she had her fill of me, she would be on her way, and oh God, how I wanted to fill her with myself.

 

No matter what, my mind always drifted back to the beautiful body lying naked next to me. Her feminine, almost feline curves begged me to touch them, to trace them with my fingertips and lips. I wanted to taste her skin. I wanted to taste her breath again when we kissed. I wanted to bury my face between her delicious legs again and taste her.

 

Even just lying next to her, it was hard to keep my hands off of her. I wanted her constantly. I stroked her arm absently as I marveled over the way my silk sheets conformed to her shape so perfectly. I could see the swell of her breasts, the way the underside curved perfectly for my hands. The sheets draped gently over her flat stomach. They hugged her thighs and traced the way she slept with her legs curled in her sleep.

 

I watched the sheets heave with her chest as she breathed slowly and deeply in her sleep. The motion of her rising and lowering breasts was hypnotic. The sound was soothing and restful. Just listening to her was as good as closing my own eyes and sleeping.

 

I felt the warmth of her body against mine under the covers. She wasn’t more than a couple of inches away from me all night as we had slept. Her smooth back had pressed against me several times throughout the morning, waking me with longing.

 

I sighed as I stared down at her. As I gently stroked her body, I felt myself growing excited. I felt my desire for her stirring between my legs. I pressed myself between the soft, round cheeks of her ass and slid my hardening sex along the tender folds of flesh between her legs, urging myself to get even harder for her.

 

Of all the things we had done, I had yet to wake her up with sex. I had yet to slide myself into her while she was sleeping to wake her. She was so warm against me that I actually considered it.

 

I longed to tie her up in her sleep and wake her as I took her again for my own. I wanted to command and control her body at all times. I wanted to exert my power over her and show her that she was mine, that when I had asked if she was going to stay, I had been fully prepared to make her stay and make her want to stay out of sexual desire.

 

She was mine. She had agreed. Her body had been turned over to me, and she knew what to say if I crossed any lines. I considered all of this as my erection grew harder, as my desire heightened.

 

If I wanted to wake her by penetrating her, she had given me permission to do so already. She had agreed to let me use her delectable body any way I saw fit.

 

She moaned as I gripped her thigh and pushed myself against her. I could feel the warmth between her legs calling me to her, begging me to enter her as she slept beside me.

 

I ran my hand along the back of her leg as I continued to grow harder, pressing myself harder against her. I ran my shaft along her warm, wet lips, growing painfully harder but not letting myself enter her just yet. I felt her skin part along the top of my shaft as if her tender lips were kissing me as I slid myself past them. I closed my eyes and could still see how delicate and delicious her lips looked. I could remember how they had felt around my tongue when I slid it inside of her.

 

I didn’t know how much longer I could refrain from taking her right there in the bed and making her call out my name again. Every time I entered her, it was a reminder that she belonged to me while she was under my roof.

 

No matter how long this lasted, she was mine.

 

She moaned and pressed herself against me. I felt her cheeks press just above my hardened sex. My body reeled to her touch.

 

I grabbed her hips and rolled mine against her. I wanted her so badly I could taste it.

 

I kissed her bare shoulder and brought my hand up across her stomach. Her body responded by pressing against me even harder.

 

She moaned and turned her face towards me, parting her lips so I could kiss her. As our lips met, our tongues quickly stroked each other. My hand found her breasts. I cupped her skin firmly and gave her a little squeeze, catching her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

 

She bucked against me and gasped as she turned her head away. Then she grabbed my hip with her long fingers and pulled me against her.

 

“Oh, fuck,” she called out, the words torn from her chest.

 

She started rocking her hips, running herself along my shaft. I felt her lips growing wetter with each stroke. She slid forward so that my head parted her lips just over her entrance.

 

“Mmm, good morning,” she said as she rolled over and took my face in her hands, kissing me again with a smile on her face.

 

That smile was why I woke her up with kisses and gentle strokes on her body every morning. It was brighter and warmer than the sunlight streaming in through my sheer curtains.