Confessions of a Wanton

24 Love bites

🎶I found : Amber Run 🎶

Charlotte:

I come to in a haze. I'm still clutching the large fuzzy, wrinkly dog in my arms, who seems to be sleeping. His breath is deep, panting as if he's in the middle of a running dream. I half expect him to start that sideways running motion that dogs do when they're on the floor. I bury my face into his fur. He smells like cedar and grass. Good smells. Safe smells.

I can feel that I'm naked. Yet still too warm. I don't want to move though. Even though the ground is hard I feel so content. Lazy even.

We're not alone. There's a large man behind me, spooning my back side. To my relief, I can feel he is fully clothed. I've fucked many men in the past but I don't even remember how I got in here. Seems I didn't do the dirty with this one.

I'm losing too much of my mind lately. Too much time. I need to get a grip. I need to get away from Killian. He bit me and everything went haywire. I can't focus.

The man is running his fingers through my hair. It feels so soothing I sigh into it as he wraps his arm around my waist holding the side of my stomach that's touching the floor, separating me slightly from the dog I'm clutching.

Usually men will try to feel me up, either by palming my breasts or touching my cooch. It feels strange that someone would just...hold me, and run his fingers through my hair. His arm is banded around my midsection, thumb rubbing my side in soothing circles. It's just the right amount of pressure that it doesn't tickle.

It feels so good I'm melting into the embrace. Speaking softly into my ear, words I can not seem to understand. Some language that feels like it belongs in a different setting or a romance novel. Not the kind you whisper to a stranger you're laying on a floor with. The kind that makes you feel warm, secure, intact.

The arm banded around my waist pulls me closer to him, his chest closer to my back, my backside against his....oh.... he is hard all over.... until we're flush. I pull the dog with me, waking him up. He let out an unhappy whuff.

"Jax, go find Mabel." The deep voice behind me resonates through my being. Every nerve comes alive and I feel like I'm about to climb out of my skin. What kind of man has a voice like that?

I'm shivering when the dog gets up. Shaking my arms off him as he bounds up, he sniffs me once. Looking me in the eyes as if looking for somethjng before wandering off.

Is that Jax? I'm suddenly cold, my front no longer covered. My nipples harden. My little hairs stand on end.

"Hold on lemon-drop. Don't change just yet." His hand is on my forehead. It feels wet. No wait. His hand is dry it's me that's sweating bullets. Ugh. I don't usually sweat like this. Especially since I'm cold. I guess 'usual' isn't going to be a thing for a long while.

His arm hovers over me allowing movement, as I turn my body around in his arms. Snuggling myself into his chest, shoving my face onto his exposed neck area. I can tell his other arm is supporting his head now, assuming it's so he can look at me. I cuddle into his embrace with fervor.

Clenching my eyes closed against the warming sensation, breathing in his scent that's seemingly familiar, I realize I truly have no recollection of ever smelling such a fine specimen. Minty. My favorite.

Gripping his shirt, I get as close to him as I can, his arm drops around my waist again, covering my back this time. Small circles play out on my skin as he gently rubs my back.

I'm not a tiny woman, I'm a muscular badass who works hard to keep the image, I'm all woman...but this man makes me feel small. Not in a bad way, just the way that women are, I assume, supposed to feel in the arms of a man. Like a precious person. Safe, loved, protected.