Mia
I was warm, and heat surrounded my backside. I felt like I was in the softest bed, it was like laying on clouds, or like sinking onto a fluffy, smooth and puffy marshmallow.
I never wanted to open my eyes, never wanted to leave this beautiful haven. Sighing, I wiggled further into the warmth. It was the closest thing I’ve ever come to heaven.
“Mate,” my naked savior’s voice was husky and filled with the remains of sleep.
Wait, my naked rescuer? The night came rushing back. The party, Jack, the lost trip through the woods, the snarling wolf pinning me down as twigs stabbed at my back, his foul breath fanning my face, and the naked man with steel bands for arms.
My eyes shot wide open, and they stung as the air, and blinding light from the sun greeted me. It felt like the sun was trying to break my eyeballs, dammit.
“Oh god, please tell me you found some clothes,” I moaned out in embarrassment and amusement.
One of his hands latched onto my wrists and pulled it behind me. I felt the softest material against my fingers and sighed in relief.
“Flannel bottoms,” he said with a laugh.
I don’t know why but this whole thing seems to entertain me more than freak me out. Sighing I took a deep breath or tried too, but there seemed to be something heavy resting on my waist.
“Do you mind?” I asked him.
“Not at all,” he replied.
The frustrating man was a smart ass on top of everything else.
“Look, we don’t know each other, and this whole situation is two steps from the Little Shop of Horrors movies,” I said.
Shit, I didn’t even know this man’s name, and like a woman from a b rated horror movie, I let him take me home, place me in what seems to be his bed, and cuddle me like I was his favorite teddy bear.
“I don’t even know your name! You could be a serial killer,” I tell him as my voice started to rise.
“Bastien,” he tells me.
“What?” I asked in confusion.
“Bastien is my name,” he says, the humor in his voice was thicker than it was a few moments ago.
“So, the serial killer has a name, and that’s supposed to make me feel better?” I asked him.
“You’re letting me spoon you and your worried I might be a serial killer? Shouldn’t you be trying to escape or some shit?” he asks me.
Two very valid questions and I didn’t have an answer for either. For some fucked up reason, I couldn’t figure out if I liked my savior holding me close.
I wanted to rub against him like I was a cat and he was doused in catnip. My body heated, and my cheeks burned with the embarrassment I was feeling. My body was betraying me.
“Mia,” I tell him.
Why was I sharing my name with this very affectionate man? If he didn’t stop rubbing his nose over my neck, I was going to elbow him in the ribs.
Or I might rub other things on him, that voice whispered suggestively.
Oh, shut up, I snapped at it.
You’re only mad because I’m right, it says happily.
Errrr, I growl at it.
“Mia,” he whispers into my hair. I felt his hot breath fan over my neck and shoulders. Small shudders and goosebumps broke out uncontrollably. It was like the little shudders you get when a person walks over your grave, minus the chills.
“Umhumm,” I hum.
“Do you know what happened last night?” He asked me as his voice turned serious.
“A deranged wolf tried to rip my throat out and then a naked man saved me. Even saying the words out loud makes it sound seriously fucked up,” I tell him.
“You aren’t going to let me live down the fact I was naked, are you?” He asks, his voice filled with something I couldn’t quite put my finger on.
“You’re assuming I’ll be around for a while,” I tell him.
“I have a feeling you won’t want to leave,” he tells me in a smug voice.
“Look dildo, asshat or whatever the fuck you want me to call you. You are crazy as fuck if you think I want to stay here with you,” I tell him quickly.
“You haven’t made an attempt to move, and my name is Bastien,” he says while pointing out the obvious.
Just because I haven’t moved doesn’t mean anything, I tell myself.
Sure, and the sky isn’t blue, and the stars don’t fall from the black diamond filled night, that voice says with sarcasm dripping from every word.
Oh, just stuff a filthy sock in it, I tell it.
Laughter rang through my head making my fist clench and my heartbeat. Anger started to take over.
“Look, thanks for saving me and all but I really need to go,” I tell him harshly.
Maybe a little too harshly. I kind of felt like a dick. Hmm, dick, my thoughts started to become filthy, and I needed to move on.
“Mia, it’s not safe out there,” he tells me with concern laced through his voice.
“It’s not safe anywhere,” I tell him honestly, like the jaded person I had become. Thanks to Jack, and the rogue wolf, you guys are both piss-infected cum bubbles.
“Mia, please,” he begs.
His arm tightened on my lower stomach, and he was pulling me inadvertently closer to him. It was a move I’m sure he didn’t notice.
“Look, Bastien, I have graduation coming up, and I don’t have time for this,” I tell him firmly.
Before I could do anything, like breath, I was on my back. Bastien was hovering above me using his very nice arms for leverage.
Shit, did I say yummy? Get your head back in the damn game!
His eyes scanned my face over and over as if he was looking for something.
“You don’t look like a teen,” he said in a low voice.
“Because I’m not, not that its any of your business. I took a year off school and then spent two years in college,” my voice was mimicking Bastien’s calm voice, even if I didn’t feel calm.
Yeah, so much for that calm. My chest puffed up as I took a breath getting ready to blast Bastien with some more Mia charm. Maybe even a little name calling, but then his lips pressed against mine softly. They were smooth and soft as they caressed mine. Sinfully delicious. He tasted like rich, smooth milk chocolate.
That big gulp of air was still lodged in my lungs, but I didn’t care. I would die happy with the lack of oxygen, or is it an oxygen overload death?
I wanted to press myself closer to Bastien’s warmth. He smelled of sandalwood, warm sun, and forest. It was a unique scent.
His lips moved over mine and wetness seeped into my panties as my body made its desires known. I wanted this man with his blond hair, blue eyes, and tan skin. His body was hard in all the right places.
His skin was smooth as I ran my fingers up his arms and looped them around his neck.
I could feel my dark brown hair fanned out on the pillow behind me. Bastien’s fingers stroked my silky strands, and he reminded me of a Greek god.
I moaned as my body pressed closer to his hard cock. It pressed against me as Bastien’s hips shifted, and that hard cock rubbed against my clothe covered pussy. It made me ache as need took control of my body.
We were both wearing too many clothes. I should slow this down, maybe tell Bastien to stop and allow my brain to fire on all the correct cylinders. But I didn’t. Instead, I shifted my hips allowing his cock to press harder against my throbbing clit.
My breast ached and begged for attention as I pressed them against his chest. My nipples were becoming hard like little red rubies.
The hand in my hair gripped it hard and tightened it into a fist while pulling my head back. He slowly kissed his way down my chin and throat, giving little licks and nips with his teeth as he made his way to the spot between my neck and shoulder.
I moaned deeply as Bastien bite down gently on my sensitive spot. His other hand was sliding up my ribs very slowly. So slowly it caused my breath to hitch and lodge deep in my throat.
He had my muscles jumping and my body shaking as need like I’ve never felt before had me crying out. My pussy burned and clenched at nothing as Bastien continued to gently rock against me.
“Oh, god,” I cried out as he finally closed one of my breasts into his open palm. His calloused thumb rubbed back and forth over the little-pebbled nipple.
My back bowed slightly, and I began to press closer to him. There was barely any space between us, and I was sure paper wouldn’t fit between our bodies.
My panties were stuck to me as even more wetness coated them. My hands danced along Bastien’s ribs, and he shivered slightly as I lowered them towards his hard dick. It made me slowly lose my mind. Turnabout was fair play.
My fingers tried to wrap around his hard member only to come up short. He was so thick. Another moan spilled from my parted lips as my heated body shook. I needed him with a need that boarded on pain.
“Please,” I begged. My voice was begging for the relief I knew only Bastien could give me.
His hand slipped from my hair and the one holding my breast slowly lifted. I wanted him to keep touching me, but Bastien slowly lifted completely off me until he was sitting on his knees.
“Please,” I begged again as Bastien’s heat slowly left me.
His fingers grabbed the waist of my shorts and started to pull hard. I watched as they were lowered down, and I lifted my hips, so he could pull them down my thighs, down my legs, and over my feet. Then, they disappeared somewhere over his shoulder.
My underwear went with my shorts, leaving me completely bare to the cool air in the room. I shivered again from the heat in Bastien’s eyes, or maybe it was from the cold room, I wasn’t sure which.
I did know that he wasn’t moving fast enough. So, I leaned up and grabbed the hem of my tank top and pulled it up over my head. I was left in nothing but my bra.
My shaking fingers reached for the clasp to my lace bra. I was thankful for the front clasp. As I pulled it apart, my breast spilled free bouncing gently against my chest.
“Fuck,” Bastien groaned as he watched my every move. His eyes moved over my body sinfully.
“Please,” I tried again, hoping he would take off his pajama pants and fuck me hard. I knew Bastien would make every one of my fantasy’s come to life. He would give me everything I needed to make this the most pleasurable experience I could have.
I cried out as he pulled further away and slowly stood. I wanted to beg him to come back but lost the words as Bastien’s hands went to the waist of his blue flannel cotton pajama bottoms.
His chest was already bare, and my eyes locked onto his smooth-ridged abs. He had a six pack my heart lodged in my throat as I looked further down.
Bastien’s cock was massive. Fear tried to intrude, but I pushed it back. I don’t know why but I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. Cream continually dripped from my pussy.
The bed dipped as he climbed back onto it, slowly crawling towards me. I moaned as his heat slowly returned to warm me, and pressing me into the mattress underneath me.
Bastien’s arms came down on either side of my head as he held himself above me. His eyes locked on mine as he lowered himself gently on top of me.
The moment his hard dick pressed against my opening, my lungs froze in my chest. My heart rate picked up to an almost painful level, and my skin tingled with desire.
My head fell back against the soft pillow as he pressed slowly inside of me. It burned like I was on fire as he stretched me.
I moaned again, this time in both desire and discomfort. One of Bastien’s hands slid down my side, caressing my ribs and stomach before finding their destination, my clit. It throbbed craving him as he rubbed it gently, pressing firmly then moving his thumb in slow, deliberate circles.
My pussy clenched and released as he sank another inch inside of me then another inch. I was slowly stretched to the brim as he kept sinking deeper and deeper inside of me.
My eyes slammed closed as my back bowed and my lips parted with a moan. I felt Bastien break through my barrier and fire added to the burn that I felt.
“Oh, god,” I moaned again.
Bastien put more of his weight onto me. He pulled his hips back as he pressed his lips against mine, then he slammed into me. My body screamed out as he bottomed out inside of me.
“I’m sorry, Mate,” Bastien whispered against my lips as tears poured from my eyes. His thumb kept up a steady pace and perfect pressure as he continued to play with my throbbing clit.
Slowly, the muscles in my pussy released and then tightened as the pain lessened and the pleasure came back. His free hand gripped my hip as he slowly, very slowly pulled his hard-throbbing cock out of my pussy.
My legs wound around Bastien’s waist to prevent him from pulling completely out. He laughed against my lips, which brought a smile to mine.
I was about to tell him to get to it when he pressed back inside of me. I felt every rock-hard inch sink back into me again. Then he retreated again only to return harder than before.
My body shifted to get closer and soon he was moving inside of me at a hard-fast pace, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more, I needed him deeper, harder, and faster.
“Oh god… fuck…. Fuck,” I cried out over and over as he picked up the pace, slamming into my womb on every return thrust.
His hand clenched on my waist, and he held me down to the mattress as he thrust into me harder. He held me in place for every hard, deep thrust in and out, over and over again.
It felt like there was a tight band inside of me that was getting tighter the harder he went. That was until it snapped, and I was soring, diving over the edge as pleasure had my body shaking.
He groaned and thrust into me again and again, harder and faster. With one last hard thrust, he stiffened his cock hitting my womb hard as warmth spilled into me.
His head was resting between my shoulder and neck, then he bit me hard. Instead of pain, I felt nothing but pleasure. It was sending me over the edge again and into the abbess. The French call it le petite mort, which means little death. I now understood why they called it that. The pleasure was so intense it makes you pass out. I did just that, the lights went out as pleasure so intense washed over me.