Intro:
He found her in the woods and he saved her. The girl he had always lusted now he had her.
Vera's P.O.V
He had found me in the woods, cold and terrified, the sexy hunter she had always lusted after. She knew it was wrong for a woman to have such vile thought about a man but she didn't care. Here she is now sitting in his little beautiful house in the woods all alone. The heavy rain sounding like good music to my ears.
His strong fingers hooked around my jaw and pulled my head around, forcing me to meet his eyes. Amusement and something else, something darker and a hell of a lot hotter, danced within them. An answering flare turned the blood in my veins into a simmering, seething mass. The awareness that had stretched between us from that first look in the market deepened.
I was frozen in place.
“I’ve wanted to do this since I saw you.” The words were whispered against my lips, soft puffs of air that turned them from mere sound to a tactile experience. My eyelids started to flutter shut without permission as all my senses focused on the distance between our lips.
Time stood still for a second before his mouth covered mine. Soft. Warm. Pliant. I’d expected a take charge attitude. A charge in there, demanding what he wanted sort of kiss. Instead, he caressed and teased, not drawing me closer, but letting me do all the running. Made me chase him to get more of what I needed.
I broke away filled with shock and my senses thrilled at the thought of being in close proximity with him.
Somehow I’d ended up half in his lap, my fingers playing with the button at the neck of his tunic. I popped it, watching the fabric part to reveal the hint of a hard-muscled chest. I couldn’t resist reaching out and stroking his skin. He dropped his head back, eyes closed and pleasure written across his features. When he looked back at me, I was the one to shiver.
“My dad always told me that a good hunter chases, but a great hunter waits for the prey to come to him.” His voice was rough-edged, a deep note in it that hit me on a primal level.
“I don’t know what you are, and frankly, I don’t care. All I know is that you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
He tightened his arms and I didn’t argue, letting him pull me onto his lap. Legs draped on either side of his hips, I held myself up over him and leaned in for another kiss. It was a warm, moist tangle of lips. The intoxicating brush of skin on skin. Soft, gentle kisses that did nothing to ease the building ache within me. But I liked it, liked his approach. Even though his body hummed with tension, he held himself still under me, only lifting his hands to drive them into my hair, then sliding his fingers through the strands.
I closed my eyes as he did it again, murmuring in pleasure at the sensation. I was being seduced with soft touches and patience.
“Beautiful.” His lips trailed down the soft skin of my throat, and I was lost. Shivering, I surrendered control, letting the pressure of his arm around the back of my hips pull me down until I was seated in his lap.
A whimper escaped as the long, hard bar of his cock pressed right where I needed it. My pussy clenched.
It's been a while since have done it and the only man who had her was her childhood crush Bartholomew. They had fucked in his father's stable, yeah gross..
Not the way she had imagined losing her virginity, they were both young and hungry for knowledge of the carnal pleasures but i got disappointed that day because all i felt was pain.
Definitely not what she had been expecting especially after she had eavesdropped on maltida and Catherine telling tales of how pleasureable sex can be.
Well maybe it was because they were too young but now she's been handled by a real man who would fuck her good. The thought alone made me shudder, Long fingers lifted my shirt, sliding under the fabric to explore the curves within. His fingertips left trails of fire in their wake. I gasped and wriggled against him. My clothes had shrunk in with my skin because of the rain.
I rocked my hips against the hardened length of his shaft, and was rewarded with a rough curse. Like a dam had been broken, he flipped me back onto the chaise leaning over me as he claimed my lips again.
This time he wasn’t gentle, or anywhere near as patient as before. Raw hunger dominated the kiss. Demanding and controlling all at once, stealing my breath and leaving fire running rampant through my veins in its wake. It was a kiss I wanted to go on forever, wallowing in the sheer carnal heat of it.
Breaking away, his breath was ragged as he leaned his forehead against my shoulder. Somehow my tunic had disappeared, leaving me clad in my skirt and leather boots. A shiver rolled through me, but not from the cold.
“God, I swore to myself I’d take this slow.” He lifted his head, and the look on his face hit me right where it counted.
Need, lust, awe, desire…everything a woman could want in a look from a man was there and more.
"But I can’t. Are you sure you’re not a siren or a witch?
It’s like you've bewitched me.”
“Not a siren, not even a witch. You don't want me burned at the stake do you?”I say...
This time I didn’t laugh, just shook my head.
Relief flared in his eyes, a relief that was quickly swallowed up by darkness as he took his time looking at my body. Arching my back, I showed the breasts off. Yeah, I might be a little on the curvy side, but that comes with its own advantages.
“I….” He didn’t get any further, his voice trailing off as I reached around and grabbed my breasts, the nipples so pink and hard you could see the wet glistening from the rain..
This was happening…
A growl rumbled in his throat, a sound so feral that if I hadn’t seen his lifeline, I’d have pegged him for a wolf. He braced himself on one forearm by my head, a hard kiss covering my lips. Hot, open mouthed kisses and soft nips. He made me chase him, and drove his tongue past my lips to ravage the softness within.
The kiss scrambled every thought process until I was operating on sheer instinct.His hand closed over one breast, and I shivered for entirely different reasons.
A soft mewl rose in my throat, lost under his lips as he cupped me, rolling the nipple between his fingers before tweaking it...
A gentle twist and pull, unexpected. But one that sent a charge from my nipple right to my pussy. He smiled, lips curving against mine, and did it again.
He kissed me until I wasn’t sure which way was up. He broke away, leaving me dazed as he worked his way along the side of my neck and downward. Before I’d managed to collect my wits, wet suction closed around my nipple, and I gasped again. Oh god, that was fucking amazing.
Reaching up, I grabbed the arm of the chaise and held on as he laved attention on my breasts. His hands weren’t idle either. His fingers traced a delicate pattern over my stomach, making me suck my breath in when he reached my waistband. He teased me with quick flicks and long suckles on my tits as he dipped his fingertips under the waist of my pants.
Pleasure fought heat, which battled with need through every cell of my body. I wanted the torment to end, to rip both our clothes off and for him to bury his cock deep where we both needed it, but at the same time I needed to draw this out.
I wanted to savour this moment..
“More,” I demanded, hands rifling through the short strands of his dark hair. “More now.”
He bent his head, his chuckle warm against the skin between my breasts. “Fiesty"he says laughing..
I snorted, the sound aborted as he planted open-mouthed, hot kisses across the soft curve of my abdomen.
Strong fingers flicked open the button fly on my pants with ease.
He moves to kneel before me ready to take off my skirt...
He stroked along the top of my foot in a soft caress. Dominance and delicateness; a heady combination. He nuzzled the back of my knee. Warm heat flooded me, my body clenching hard around nothing.
Before i could even think, his lips carried on to my inner thigh. All my attention focused on his movements, on each kiss as he pressed it against my skin. Each kiss took him higher and closer to where I needed him.
Lifting my arms, I clutched at the pillows above my head again, using them to anchor me as he resettled himself between my legs. He was broader than I’d realized, his shoulders forcing my legs wider, opening me up to him for whatever he wanted to do.
Hot breath poured like warm syrup over my cunt, i had no idea where my skirt had gone, anticipation held my body in thrall, every muscle and cell tight as I focused on his every move. He leaned forward to press a kiss, and a rumble of pleasure and approval rolled from his chest, the sound vibrating against my clit. I bit my lip, mangling the cushions as I forced myself to stay still.
He didn’t keep me waiting long. Those gentle fingertips stroked my inner thighs and flirted with my clit. My breath left my lungs in a shaky sigh when he dipped them underneath, sliding along the soft skin there. Frustration hit me. So close….
He slid a broad-tipped finger between my folds. We both gasped as the slick wetness he found there, my body making its readiness for him known.
“Hot. Very hot.” He dipped his head, the warmth of his breath washing over my pussy lips giving me half a second to brace myself before he licked me. The first warm, wet touch made me whimper in need, the second stole my breath, and by the time he got to my clit and drew it into his mouth to suck gently, I’d lost the ability to think. Without lifting away for more than a second, he slid his hands under me, cradling my hips in them to angle me as he wanted.
He feasted, gorging himself like he’d been starving for months and I was his first meal. Alternating nibbles and licks with deep suckles, the tension in my body multiplied, but always at the point I thought I would tip over the edge, he pulled back, altered the rhythm so I didn’t quite make it. My lip throbbed as I bit down to stop my cries. I couldn’t take much more of this.
"Oh lord!
"Am going to"
“No. Not yet,” he ordered, one last lick making me shudder, and crawled up my body to wrap me in his arms. “You don’t come until I’m inside you. I want to feel it. Feel it all.”
He claimed my lips again, his kiss musky, earthy with my scent and taste, but I didn’t care. I wanted him. Now. The need grew stronger with every passing second until I thought it was going to consume me, eat me up until there was nothing left.
“Yes. Yes. Now.”
“Not yet, give me a moment.” He shook his head and disengaged himself.
I bit back a howl of frustration, stuck between the desire to punch his lights out for torturing me, and flipping and pinning him under me. I did neither, my attention captured as he stood and shucked out of his breeches without hesitation.
He turned around as he planted a knee between mine on the leather surface of the couch. The light from the nearby lamp cast him in warm light, like a bronzed Adonis. The suit had concealed a body to die for and, my gaze dipped downward….
I swallowed back the whimper. Lordy, I’d hit the jackpot with this one. Thick and long.
Way bigger than her first..
Will it fit?
He lowered himself, gaze locked to mine. He didn’t say anything, simply hooked his hand behind one knee and pulled my leg up over his hip. The blunt, wide head of his cock pressed against the entrance to my pussy. His nostrils flared, eyes darkening, and he pushed forward. Inch by inch, he parted my aching cunt around his invading cock. Split me and fucked me Slow and relentless, he impaled me, his cock sliding into my wet pussy cunt, stroking along every nerve ending in my inner channel. Pleasure and pressure had my eyes fluttering closed, but I forced them open. I wanted to watch his face, see every flare of darkness as he took me. Memorize every expression to replay them back
“God, you’re so tight. And hot. And wet. Fuck" he broke off as he bottomed out, hips pressed against mine. My clit, trapped between us throbbed in welcome.
Tremors already shook my limbs, the familiar tension ramped up beyond anything I’d ever experienced before.
He held still, cock pulsing where it was buried deep inside me. I was filled, stuffed, stretched almost to the point of pain. But I loved it. All I could think of was him pulling out and doing it again. Faster. Harder. Until he was fucking me like I needed.
Lust tightened his expression into something near feral.
He kissed me before I could say a word, pulling his hips back at the same time to slide back into me. Harder. Faster. Until his thrusts rocked the chaise under us. His tongue tangled with mine as we moved together, straining to reach the tantalizing pleasure of completion that hovered just out of reach. I rocked my hips in counterpoint to his, but the extra roll he added, trapping and rubbing my clit between our bodies had my eyes rolling back in my head as sparks exploded behind my eyes.
The Hunter's P.O.V.
“Come for me, baby,”He rasped as her body tightened around him. The sensation was exquisite, his eyes almost crossing then and there, but he fought it off to power another thrust deep into her welcoming heat. “I want you to come. Squeeze my cock in that sweet little pussy.”
For a second, he worried that he’d taken it a step too far. Some girls didn’t like a guy to talk dirty, and to be honest, it wasn’t something he’d ever considered before.
She didn’t bat an eyelid though. Instead, the liquid moan that escaped her lips, and the increased grip of her body around his cock buried deep inside her said that she was okay. More than okay. And he already knew that she liked it a little rough.
Even so, he limited his strength, and didn’t slam into her like some kind of animal. She was so tiny and delicate that he felt like a brute next to her. His hands were too big to be worthy of touching her, and when he’d first entered her… it was so good that his heart had almost stopped. Being inside her had been so damn perfect that he’d thought for a moment that he’d died and gone to heaven. But hell, what a way to go. She was so small and tight he’d been terrified that he’d hurt her in his passion.
But she took the decision out of his hands. Shifting under him, the demand that he fuck her hard and fast had been music to his ears. He didn’t know a man out there that would refuse an order like that.
He gripped the edge of the cushions under her head, bunching them to form a pillow under her neck and released the power in his body to surge his hips forward. His ass was like a piston, hammering his thighs against hers. She gasped and moaned, every shudder that rolled through her body urging him on. Her pussy held him in snugly, squeezing as he drove into her, and clenching as though unwilling to release him when he pulled back.
Twinges of a cramp pulled at his calf, his toes digging into the carpet to brace himself as he took her, but he ignored it. Far more interesting things were happening to other parts of his body at the moment to pay it any attention.
She cried out, clenching around him, and a shudder ran through him as she came hard around him.
Fuck. His thrusts faltered, then picked up pace. He slammed into her over and over, each hard thrust sparking a whole new universe of pleasure in his body. Fire worked through his veins, rolling through his muscles, and stealing his strength to send it straight to his cock. It drew a circle around his balls and pulled them up tight as her body milked him in rhythmic pulses.
His legs shook, but he kept on powering forward, using each hard-won thrust to draw out her pleasure, determined to make this the best experience she’d ever had. Screw those pixie men, he wanted her to measure all other men by this night by him from now on.
Jealousy and rage drove his next thrust, filling him to overflowing at the thought of her with another man. Any other man. The spurt of energy made him snarl and haul her closer. She was his, no others.
She gasped, his name on her lips, and threw her head back. Caught by the beautiful image she presented, the lean lines of her throat beckoned him to lean down and see if they were as soft as they looked and he faltered for a moment.
Sensation ambushed him in the second between his lips brushing her skin and his hips driving forward. Tension shattered, his climax hitting out of the blue and taking no prisoners. He grunted as his hips slammed into hers, his sight greying at the edges as ecstasy exploded at the base of his cock and spiralled outward at speeds a missile would envy.
Pleasure made a puppet of his body, his hips jerking a few more times with no will or control of his to drive them. He was just there to hang on for the ride, and hell, what a ride it was. Buried deep, his cock jerked and pulsed as he emptied his balls deep within her.