Sierra

 

Waking up next to Gunner in his silk sheets had become the norm in my life. It was strangely comfortable to wake up with someone’s arms wrapped around me, despite all the years I had spent not allowing that sort of thing to happen. We were forging a connection, whether we liked it or not.

 

I had spent the last few days submitting to his sexual desires and allowing myself to simply enjoy the pleasure of his body instead of controlling every aspect of our sex like it was some sort of business transaction. Giving him control over me was the most liberating sexual act I could imagine. Being submissive for him made me realize how little I had enjoyed sex before, which was one of the reasons I had tried to avoid it.

 

I had always used my body to get what I wanted. Now, he was using it to please himself.

 

He woke me with his hardened desire pressed between my legs. He woke me with kisses on my neck and shoulder. He cupped my breast in his hand, large enough to engulf me whole between his fingers and palm. He worked my nipple between his fingers, hardening the pink flesh to a point.

 

It was a pleasant surprise, and it was something I had been waiting for, to be woken up for sex. I turned and smiled, and kissed him. I could have woken up to him like that every day, and I would have been happy.

 

Gunner’s arms wrapped around my body. He placed his hands flat on my back and pulled me to him. His touch was both comforting and thrilling. I pressed myself against his muscles and felt him throbbing against the folds of skin over the entrance to my wet core.

 

I pushed my weight against him and rolled him onto his back. He may have woken me with the promise of sex, but I was going to control it. He was going to submit to me.

 

While I kissed him, I let my hand glide down over the contours of his chest and stomach. He was built to precision. His body was the essence of manhood. He was both a beautiful work of art sculpted from the finest clay and a fine-tuned machine designed to fulfill my needs.

 

I wrapped my fingers around his thick shaft. I was surprised to find that he was almost too thick for my fingers to reach all the way around. I stroked him, pumping him a few times and listening to him moan. His muscles strained against my hand as if they were working either to hold back his desire and pleasure, or to let it all go in my grip. I briefly imagined his hot juice flowing down over my fingers. It would have been a pleasure to wear him.

 

I kissed his chin, then his neck. I could feel his muscles working under my lips as I kissed his shoulder and then his chest. He dug a hand into my hair, cupping the back of my head. He guided me down as my lips followed the lines of his muscles.

 

His skin was hairless and immaculate. He was tan, but not like he’d been out in the sun. His skin had a deep glow to it. I kissed the bare skin just above his shaft. I felt his flesh quiver with excitement under my lips, just as my thighs and the tender flesh between them quivered.

 

“Kiss it, Sierra” he begged, guiding me with his hand still on the back of my head.

 

I looked up at him and smiled with my mouth just over the tip of his head. I stuck my tongue out and flicked it over the very tip of him, barely touching him. I watched as he sucked his breath in through his teeth and arched his back.

 

“Take me in your mouth,” he said. This time it was more of an order, and I felt the weight of his hand pushing me down gently. He wasn’t demanding, but the suggestion was there.

 

I felt a surge of pleasure and excitement rush through my body. Even in bed, we were beginning to play our little game, trying to see who would be able to take control of the situation. I had him right where I wanted him, though, and he wasn’t going anywhere until I said so.

 

I opened my lips around his head and slowly slid my mouth down over him. He filled my mouth completely, and I could feel the texture of his skin, his veins throbbing with his heightened pulse, as I took him all the way to the back of my throat.

 

It was the first time he’d allowed himself to be vulnerable to me, and it was the hardest I’d found his manhood. He groaned and rubbed the back of my head as I pulled my lips back, sucking on him as I lifted my head.

 

“That’s so good,” he panted.

 

The breathless pleasure in his voice thrilled me. I took him in my mouth again, running my lips and tongue down to where my fingers were wrapped around the base of his shaft. He moaned as I pulled on his shaft with my mouth. I could feel his body tensing beneath me. His manhood tensed in my mouth, and I could feel the pleasure beginning to mount in his body.

 

I slid back, letting his head pass my lips on the way out. Then, with my hand still on his shaft, I straddled him. I slid my legs down on either side of his waist and hips, and I positioned him so that his head pressed right against my opening.

 

“Was it good, Gunner?” I asked him tenderly.

 

“Oh God, it was so good,” he said slowly, his pleasure making his words little more than a whisper.

 

His hands were on my hips now. Instead of guiding my head down on his shaft, he was ready to guide my hips down against his. He pressed down on me, but I resisted.

 

“Not yet,” I teased. “We’re going to move at my pace this morning.”

 

I placed one hand on his firm chest and held his shaft in place with the other. I slid him into me and let go, placing both hands on his massive chest for leverage.

 

I slowly pushed him down, arching my back as I felt every inch of him passing through me. I could feel every detail of his flesh as it slid through my opening. I wrapped my wet lips around him and pulled my hips back up. My muscles tightened as if they were trying to keep him inside me.

 

I slid back down, stopping before our hips met. He gripped me and tried to pull me the rest of the way down. His sex seemed to grow even harder at being denied full access to me. I rocked my hips where I was, shifting him inside of me.

 

“Please,” he begged, “take all of it.”

 

I leaned down to whisper in his ear, “Oh, I will, but you’re going to have to wait.”

 

He pushed up with his hips, sliding himself a little deeper inside of me, but I pulled up. My body trembled as he pressed against each side of my opening. I didn’t know how long I could continue to tease him before I gave in to his wishes.

 

Not long.

 

I shoved myself down onto him quickly, thrusting him all the way into me, and ramming him deep into my core. His head pressed against my deepest walls, stretching me inward to accept him.

 

I sat up and grabbed his hands. I pulled them up to my breasts and made him grip me. He squeezed and pulled while he pushed up into me. I gave him control and let him work my body from underneath.

 

A sudden wave of pleasure roared through my body as I let go and let him use me.

 

“Take me,” I panted. “Just like this, Gunner, take me.”

 

I felt my insides shaking with growing ecstasy as he thrust himself into me even harder. He pulled back and rammed into me again. And again.

 

I collapsed on top of him, and he grabbed my ass to pull me along his shaft.

 

I kissed his neck and his shoulders while he abused my insides with his massive shaft. I ran my hands over his arms while he grunted.

 

He pulled me down as he thrust himself deep into me, and I cried out while he held me down against the base of his shaft. I gripped his arms.

 

“Holy shit, Gunner,” I said as my whole body began to tremble against him. He trembled beneath me, and I knew we were about to reach ecstasy at the same point.

 

I rocked my hips to try to get there first so he could pull out of me. It worked. I exploded in a bright white light of pleasure as ecstasy rushed through my body. I rocked myself harder and harder against him, furiously pumping myself against him as my orgasm rolled through me in wave.

 

“I’m going to come, Sierra,” he said breathlessly, his head tilted back. I pulled myself off of him and slid down his body, taking him first in my hand, then in my mouth.

 

I wrapped my fingers and lips around him. I tasted my flavor on his skin. It was the first time I remembered tasting myself, but it was a familiar flavor. It tasted right, like I would have expected it to.

 

Then, my mouth was filled with the taste of his warm, salty juices as his manhood jerked in my hand. He grabbed my head and pushed me down as he pumped his hips against my face.

 

“Take it all,” he said with a gasp. “Fuck. Get it all, Sierra.”

 

He filled my mouth, and I swallowed him as quickly as he could empty himself for me. As his body finally relaxed beneath me, I pumped him with my fist and pulled the last few drops out with my lips and tongue.

 

He let go of my head and ran his hand down along my hair, petting me. I pulled my mouth back, letting him fall out from between my lips.

 

I looked up at him to see his eyes smiling at me above his open, panting mouth. I could see his pulse racing in his chest.

 

I took him back in my hand and kissed the sides of his shaft before sliding back up beside him. He put his arms around me and held me against him. His constant attention, though usually sexual in nature, was beginning to feel more like adoration.

 

Things were getting complicated, because I could feel his adoration being reciprocated. I was happy and comfortable by his side. I felt safe in his arms. I couldn’t explain it, but for some reason, I felt like he saw more than just a toy when he looked at me. Unlike the men before him, Gunner wasn’t thinking of just tossing me to the side when all of this was done.

 

That was a shame, I thought. One of us needed to understand that this would have to come to an end eventually. And it was probably going to be when I found the diamond.

 

I hadn’t heard any news from Coyote about the emails yet, so I was off the hook for the time being.

 

“Good morning,” I said again with a wide smile on my face. I kissed his chest and ran a hand along it.

 

“Good morning. So, you like being woken up that way?” he asked.

 

“Of course. You could wake me up that way every day and I wouldn’t mind.” What the hell was I saying? I wasn’t going to be around to be woken up every day like that. Once I found the Sun Stone, I was out.

 

I needed to get back on track and stop letting myself be lured astray by his abilities.