Wren

FLINT HAS ME OFF THE floor and clutched against him faster than I can take my next breath. There is no shame in how he presses the length of his arousal into my belly. As his lips take hold of mine again, they steal whatever self-control I’d told myself I had left. He roughly swings me around, the midday sun blinding me for a moment, and I’m lost in the sensation of being completely under his control.

His physical presence is awe-inspiring and overpowering, humbling me under his spell. As the solid flex of his arm muscles wraps around me, it brings into my mind images of him swinging his ax, bringing down massive logs that crash into the forest floor, only to be dwarfed by his own hard mass.

His hands fall from where he’s held my hair and roughly draw down my back. One massive arm loops around my waist, while the other digs strong fingers firmly into my ample behind, pulling my hips against him.

I would have thought I’d want romance. Slow, sweet kisses, wine, and dinner. But no.

With Flint, I feel myself melting. Turning to clay in his skilled hands, wanting all that growling, brooding man that he is just to take what he wants and make me the happiest girl in the world. There’s some primal connection bubbling up from the roots of who I am. Something my previous feminist nature would have balked at, but with the way his touch is sending clutching tension between my legs, I cannot deny my new understanding of the term “alpha.”

I want him to kiss me again so badly, but he just stares, watching me, the beast within him circling me like a trapped doe. His breath warms my cheek as I reach up to clutch around the back of his neck, afraid if I don’t hold on, I may crumple to the floor.

“I feel like I’ve waited for you a lifetime.” His voice sounds pained. His eyebrows draw together, and what I think is anger brushes across his face. His beard covers some of his expression, but I feel his body harden as he drags me upward and jams his uninjured thigh between my legs. “Like it’s always been you. I just didn’t know it until you showed up.”

“And you caught me as I fell.”

“And I always will. I want to be the one to always catch you. I can’t explain it, but it’s the truth. No bullshit, Wren. I’ve thought of you every minute of every day since that moment.”

“But, why haven’t you really talked to me until today? I mean, we always seemed to be bumping into each other in town, but you barely spoke. Then you would just turn and walk away.”

He lets out a sigh, licking his lips and rocking me back and forth on him until an impending orgasm is on a hair trigger. He knows exactly what he is doing. I can see it in his eyes, but it’s also so instinctive I’m not sure any of this was planned, just another way we seem to fit together so naturally I wonder if he’s slipped me some sort of magic potion.

“I’m here now. I’m done wasting our time.” He leans down until the coarse hair around his mouth tickles my lips as he speaks. “I’m done waiting. I’ve imagined what you would taste like for too long.”

“I was sure you didn’t like me,” I mumble as he shifts and squares me back on my feet.

My head is swimming, and he seems to know because he holds my arms for a long moment until I stop swaying. Then he gently takes my hand. The calluses I feel only drive my desire further, spurring me on. I want to feel those rough hands slip down my back. Hold my ass. Cup my breasts. And slide deep into my soaking sex.

Instead, he tips his head down the hall.

“I’m going to show you just how much I like you.”

In the tiny bungalow, it only takes a few seconds until we are in my bedroom, and Flint is growling, flinging me down roughly on the bed. His hands work his belt as my stomach flutters, and the dampness between my legs turns to a tide pool of lust.

My small bedroom is clean. Not so much because I’m a neat freak, but because I just don’t have much stuff. The mid-century bedroom set was here when I rented the house. A few faded quilts I picked up at the resale shop are soft and warm covering the mattress. The room is a contrast in clean lines and farmhouse fabrics, and nothing is by design, just like today.

Just like my life.

Within moments, his shirt is off, flung over the baseboard on my bed as he shoves his hands down into the front pockets of his jeans, examining me with his eyes, drinking me in. Slowly, first rolling over my face, then his eyes connect with mine, and he pulls his lips together, his tongue darting out and resting for a moment on his lower lip.

“I’m on the pill. Just so you know.” I see the way his eyes darken, his body tightens, and as if I can read his thoughts, I add. “It’s not that I’m with anyone else. Well, once, when I was eighteen. But never since. I take it because...” My voice trails off, embarrassment flooding me that I’m ruining this moment with things he may not even care about.

“Because why?” He insists, and I can now see in his face the need to know.

I pull a shoulder to my ear and whisper, “Cramps. I get crazy cramps, and it helps.”

Relief washes the tension from his brow, and I quickly add, “I really want you to kiss me.” I squeak the words out before I can stop. My experience in the bedroom is minimal. One fumbling, groping episode took my virginity, and since then, I’ve just never explored with anyone else. Odd, but no one ever interested me. And now I sort of get it; I think all those feelings have been saved up for this.

For him.

“Oh, don’t worry, I’m going to kiss you. But first, I’m going to watch you unwrap yourself for me. Get up on your knees.”

I immediately pop up and do as he asks, so eager to move this action forward. My nipples tingle, the tightness in my core unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. Like a spring that desperately needs to be sprung.

“Okay,” I reply, watching his chest rise and fall with a deep breath. The hair covering his torso is thick, and I imagine my hands flat against it, feeling the curls between my fingers.

“Now, slow down. I’m going to tell you what I want. In the order I want. You listen first, then do. Understand?” Flint’s voice has a direct connection to my clitoris, and my core clenches at every word.

I nod, unable to form words at the calm command of his voice. I feel utterly safe, eager to please in a way I never could have understood before this instant.

“You are going to unbutton your shirt. Starting at the bottom and going up.”

My fingers fly to the bottom button as Flint steps forward, his hand jutting forward to clutch at the base of my throat.

“What did I say? Listen first, then do. Instructions, start to finish, then you follow them. You’re eager, I am too. But you will listen. You will follow my instructions. Let’s try again, baby. Hands behind your back until I’m done telling you what I want, got it?”

“Yes.” The word slips out, barely audible as I stop my quivering hands and hold the fingers of my right hand in my left behind my ass. My heart is ready to pound out of my chest, and my vision is softening around the edges.

The room seems to sway, and it’s so warm suddenly that I can hardly breathe.

“Shirt. Unbuttoned bottom to top. Slide it off and throw it on the floor. Then reach around to your back and unclasp your bra. I want you to keep your eyes on me as you slowly slip the straps off your shoulders. Then let the rest of it drop off and toss it too.”

I swallow hard as he pauses, his eyes narrowing in thought as my entire body buzzes. My lips are dry, and every breath I take leaves me still struggling for the next.

“Then, I want you to stand on the bed, turn around and pull down your jeans and panties. Slowly, bending over as you tease me with that magnificent ass. Then when they are down to your knees, lie down on your back. Legs facing me. I’m going to pull them the rest of the way off.”

The way his voice drops at the end on a rumble from his chest has me on the verge of orgasm. His hands come out of his pockets, I take note of the erection there, and a slip of panic clutches at my heart. If what I see beneath the fabric is the size it appears, it’s frightening. But the wanting inside me will stave off any fear. Never have I had this clutching urge to have a man inside me. It’s almost blinding me to everything else. I want to grab him, to pull him down and put him inside me. But with shaking fingers and spinning senses, I complete the remainder of his orders.

Exactly as instructed, I do as he said, until he’s tugging the denim off my feet. My soaked white cotton panties are next. He pulls them from my ankles, bringing them to his face and holding them over his nose and mouth.

He closes his eyes and breathes deeply, his eyes opening on an exhale.

“I’d put these in my mouth, but I want the first taste of you to be directly from that sweet cunt.”

I know from everything I’ve read how important foreplay is, but God, I would forgo it all right now to feel him between my legs. Slipping inside me. Isn’t it supposed to be the man who’s quick and pushy? Ready to get to the finish line? Not Flint. He’s savoring every second, and his patience is driving me mad.

I bring my hands to my trembling belly. I’ve never been completely naked with a man before, and the sudden realization that my physical form is not what I’d wish for right now breaks the beauty of the moment.

Unconsciously, my hands and arms work over my upper body in uncomfortable motion, trying to cover the pieces and parts under his gaze. I squeeze a shoulder to my ear and turn my head so I’m no longer looking at this stunning man examining my nudity.

“Wren.” Flint’s voice hardens. “Take your hands and put them above your head. Arms straight. You’re covering my masterpiece. You are fucking perfect, baby. I want to remember this moment for the rest of my life. The same way I did that first moment I saw you on the street. You are the most beautiful thing these eyes have ever had the privilege of seeing.”

I do as I’m told, slowing stretching my arms above me, and the irony is when I do that, when I stop fussing and stretch out, a new sense of my own sexiness comes over me. How could a woman not feel beautiful with a man standing there looking at her the way Flint is looking at me right now?

“Good girl.” He steps forward, his hands drop to the button on his pants, and I’m mesmerized. Frozen in silent bliss, anticipation building as I wait to see what he’s got behind his zipper. “Now, here’s the last of the instructions. Knees up and open. Spread your legs, Wren. I want to admire that sopping cunt before I taste it.”