Save Me (Taken Series Book 1) (14 page)

I grind myself against him making us both moan as we continue this torture. I don’t know how it happened as I am vaguely aware of our brief separation of removing my shirt, but we lay skin on skin with him still above me before he slowly separates from my mouth again to pepper soft kisses over my face. A kiss on my lips, on my chin, my jaw, cheek and eyelids before eventually making it down to my neck.

He slowly slides down my body kissing his way to my breasts, licking, biting and sucking my nipples, giving the same attention to both before licking his way down my stomach to the apex between my thighs. I want to stop him. I have never done any of this before and I find it a little nerve wrecking having him down there. I’m clean and I trimmed but it’s still something I’m embarrassed about, seeing as I’ve never been this naked with a man before.

              I try to stop him from going further by grabbing his hands that are on my stomach, but Forrest just holds them in his as he reaches his destination and takes a long, slow taste of me.
              Oh. My. God.

              I have never felt anything so delicious in my life. My hips buck and I want more. Forrest doesn’t disappoint as he continues to give me tantalizing pleasure by tasting me with his tongue straight down the middle between my folds causing the heat in my abdomen to intensify and the ache between my thighs to become stronger as my juices start to seep out.

              His tongue pushes harder against me before he slides it deep inside of me twirling it and drinking my juices as they flow. Replacing his tongue with his finger Forrest starts his way back up to suck on my clit. The moment he does this I come undone. I come so hard that my body shakes and my thighs squeeze him to keep him there as my hands want to push him away because of the intensity. I feel like I’m floating, maybe even having an out of body experience as I start to convulse around his finger while he uses a come hither motion to draw out my orgasm.

              Forrest slowly pulls away and climbs back over my body, leaning down and kissing my mouth causing me to taste my unique flavor on his lips and tongue. I vaguely hear the crinkle of the wrapper, although I have no idea where or when he got the condom, before I feel his fingers back between my folds teasing me, turning me on again.

              Forrest leans back to look at me with hooded eyes. “Are you sure this is what you want?” His voice come out husky with want. There is no doubt in my mind that I want this. I have wanted him for so long and he is finally here in my arms and about to make love to me.

              “Yes I am sure.” I slide my hand into his hair and slowly bring him closer to me. As his head descends to meet my lips, he slides his erection into me slowly. The pressure is intense as I feel him stretch me from the inside. It burns as he slides deeper. When Forrest hits the barrier of my innocence he takes a deep breath before plunging through it. The sting of my virginity being taken only hurts for a moment as I adjust to the invasion. I don’t whimper or make a sound because I don’t want him to stop.

              Forrest takes a moment for me to adjust to the pain before slowly sliding out and then back in again. He rocks into me, thrusting in short deep thrusts causing me to moan in pleasure as the pain subsides. He thrusts harder, delves deeper and pushes me closer to oblivion. Our moans intermingle as the pleasure mounts between us. His grip on my hip tightens as he leans on his other arm for more strength and power for dominance over my body.

              He has consumed me heart, body and soul. He is in every cell of my being and there is no turning back for us. As we come closer to the edge, fall farther into our need for each other, I feel as if he has imprinted himself in me.

              We crash together falling over the cliff to the dark abyss of pure unadulterated pleasure as my inner muscles squeeze him tighter not wanting to let him go while he tries to climb further inside of me, pulsating causing my orgasm to pulsate longer.

              As the aftershocks of our love making subsides, Forrest slowly disentangles himself from me making me feel the loss of him before lying next to me, pulling me to him to lay across his chest. I tangle my legs with his and rest my head over his heart. I can hear the strong beat in his chest as our hearts beat in sync as we lay quietly together just holding one another in our peaceful and satisfied state.

              Forrest slides his fingers through my hair slowly and it feels amazing. I close my eyes as I enjoy his loving touch. I don’t want this feeling to end. I don’t want this night to end. I just want to stay in this heaven forever. I feel like this is a dream and at any minute I am going to wake up in that cell again. I never want to wake up.

              But this isn’t a dream. No. This is my reality and it’s more than I could ask for. More than I ever dreamed of having. I have Forrest with me, in my arms, in my heart, in my soul. I am afraid that at any moment he will be ripped from me, or I from him.

              “You ok baby girl?”

              “Yeah…Yeah I am definitely ok.” I whisper. I am more than ok. “Are you?”

              “I’m better than ok.” My heart soars with his admission. He leans in to place a kiss in my hair. Forrest clears his throat before asking me the most insane question I’ve ever heard.

              “Are you seeing anyone? I mean, were you seeing anyone?” I laugh. Why would he even think a thing as ridiculous as that?

              “No. Just you.” I don’t know if that was the right thing to say but I needed him to know it’s just him.

              “Ok, because I read your diaries thinking maybe I could figure out if it was someone you knew that abducted you and you talked a lot about a guy you loved. I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t…” I sit up and press a finger to his lips to stop him from talking. I can’t help but smile knowing he was worried I was in love with someone else. And I can’t fault him for going through my stuff. I would have done the same thing. Although it is a little embarrassing now that he has read everything I wrote about him even if he doesn’t realize it was him I was talking about.

              “I am in love with you. Everything that I wrote in my diaries was of you. It was all about you. There is nobody else and has never been anyone else.” Even though I am scared as to how he will take my obsession I needed him to understand that it’s only ever going to be him.

              “What?” He’s shocked from my admission before it turns into a smile. That’s a good sign. That’s a very good sign.

              “So all that stuff you wrote about how the guy was hot, and such a great guy was about me?” I nod my head nervous as I bite my bottom lip waiting for his next reaction.

              “Oh thank god. I thought I was going to have to kick some guys’ ass and fight for you because there is no way I am letting you go now.”

              Oh my god. He feels the same. I know he said it earlier but it’s really starting to sink in that he feels the same for me as I do for him.

              Forrest wraps his hand behind my neck and brings me forward to meet his lips in a fervent kiss. It doesn’t go further and I’m ok with that. I’m a little sore after my first time being just moments ago. When the kiss ends, I resume my place tangled up in Forrest’s embrace as we both get lost in everything that has transpired over the last few hours.

No more words are spoken between us as we fall into a peaceful sleep.              

Chapter 8

Forrest

I thought I was going to die when she came out in my shirt. I always leave spare clothes for myself here at the safe house and since I forgot to grab her some extra clothes I left Sierra one of my white t-shirt and boxer shorts. 

That’s not what made my heart stop before restarting and nearly jumping out of my chest while my cock swelled painfully behind my shorts that I changed into. No. She is definitely sexy in my shirt but what made her even sexier is she isn’t wearing the shorts I left for her underneath. I don’t know if she has panties on under that shirt or if she is completely naked. Either way, it’s fucking hot.

God I hope she can’t see how painfully hard I am for her. That could be embarrassing. It takes all my self-control to remain in my spot on the bed when all I want to do was go caveman on her by throwing her on the bed and ravishing her while beating my chest in excitement.

Sierra starts to leave the room before I call her to come lay down in the bed with the excuse of her exhaustion. I don’t know how comfortable she is with sharing the bed with me but I don’t want her out of my sight. I want her close, so close that I could touch her, smell her, and even taste her sweet essence if I dared. That’s not my plan but it’s what I want. I just don’t know if that’s what she wants or if she’s ready for that. Sure she kissed me before she went to shower but she could have done that as a thank you.

As she starts to head over to the bed I can’t help but stare at her gorgeous, naked thighs peeking out beneath my shirt. God I love her. My want for her grows as she climbs on the bed. The shirt rides higher, high enough that I believe I could see her ass cheeks if I were behind her. What I would give to be behind her right now pushing deeply into her soft core as she moans my name, filling her with unadulterated pleasure.

I snap out of my lustful thoughts as she lays down on her side, facing away from me giving me a near full view of her ass. My shirt on her is raised enough that I can see her cheeks peeking out below it. I have to pull her body flush to mine so I would stop staring. If I kept staring, who knows what I would have done. I don’t think I would have had the willpower to stop myself from caressing her or something much more X rated. Its torture having her this close to me and not being able to do anything but hold her in my arms. The sight of her near naked body has me barely hanging on to my self-control.

When she turns to face me, we stare at each other as the tension mounts. Her face is so soft, so beautiful and so innocent even with the fading bruises but there is so much turmoil behind those eyes and something else I can’t identify that it makes me want to wrap her up in a cocoon and hide her away from all the bad things in life. When turns and faces me she finally speaks the words I long to hear, I feel as if my world stops. There’s no pain, no missing kidnapper, nothing and no one to return to. It’s just her and I. I’m in awe. I just can’t believe she said I love you. Then she corrects herself making sure I understand her meaning. She doesn’t just love me, she’s in love with me. She’s in love with me and I have no words to say for how that makes me feel. I’m speechless. How do you follow something like that? I just hope she’s not saying I love you because of what she’s been through and she needs to cling to me because I took her from that hell.

I want to make sure that’s how she really feels but I know when I suggest we talk about it that it’s not the words she wanted to hear from me. Her face falls and she looks crestfallen but I just wanted to make sure she understands that I’m in love with her also. Even if this is just confusion for her.

After assuring her that I feel the same, my body seems to take control of the situation. Before I realize what we are doing, I find myself on top of her lush body touching her intimately and kissing her fervently. I don’t want to stop. I know I should but I can’t get my body under control. I just keep crashing further, roaming more of her body with my hand and exploring her mouth deeply not missing an inch and loving every flavor that is uniquely Sierra.

She tastes of mint and sweetness while her body feels soft and supple under my fingers. Every hitch in her breath, every moan coming from deep down telling me how turned on she is, is like a boost to my ego. I want more of her. More than I should. We shouldn’t be doing this. It’s too fast for her. She’s too innocent. Yet she’s not stopping me by pushing me away but pulling me closer and grinding on me. I can’t help myself when I push my hips against her to relieve some of the pressure only to make it worse as I feel the heat from her arousal. I want her heat wrapped tightly around my erection, as I bring us over the edge in pleasure.

As I pull her shirt over her head and make my way down her body stopping at her delectable breasts I can’t help myself as I taste them. I want her to feel incredible. The way her body fits in my hands is like heaven and I want to take her to new heights. I know I should stop, be a better man and respect her but it’s too late. I’m in too deep and there is no way I can stop what’s about to happen between us.

Before I know it, I’ve made it to her luscious cunt. She had no panties on and I nearly came in my shorts. God I can smell her desire. The musky, heated scent is feeding my need to have her, to brand her as mine and take her to the edge and make her fall.

Fall into bliss.

Fall into love.

Fall into me.

I want to fall with her but I can’t. Not yet. I need to make her scream in pleasure. I need to taste her sweet nectar. I need to devour her and so I do. I lick every inch of her like a starving man. I taste every single drop of her juices before she crashes. The sounds of her moans is the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard. I have to keep myself in check so I don’t explode just from hearing her climax. I could drink her in and pleasure her all day if she wanted but I want her beyond reason right now but before I can continue I need to hear from her that she wants this as much as I do.