Chapter 4
Chapter Four
Gianna
The door opens. The man stands there in a tee shirt and chinos, and he still looks like some sort of a mountain god!
Mountain… Wow. No idea why in the world mountain god came to mind instead of urban god or suburban god or just, for Pete’s sake, a god.
He looks like the kind of man who could conquer a mountain, though.
He looks like the kind of man who could conquer a mountain range.
Anyway, the door opens and I stare at him, kind of stunned by the sight of him. It’s silly, I know. I’ve seen him a bunch of times before, so I shouldn’t be surprised now. Thankfully, he breaks the spell when he says, “Gianna. Are you okay?”
“I want to talk,” I say softly. It’s not what I plan to say.
It just came out. He starts to reply but I quickly add, “But after. Talk after.” Then, with the kind of decisiveness I wish I would show when it comes to cutting off my brother, I step forward and kiss him.
This time, the kiss isn’t a tender moment.
I kiss him with all the desperate need of… of…
Well, since he’s a firefighter, let’s say with all of the desperate need of a woman in a burning building clinging to a fireman carrying her out.
The good news is Colton kisses me back. He kisses me back passionately, and in the span of a second, I’m no longer the one driving this moment. It’s like my kiss is a sort of plea. His kiss hears my plea and says, “Don’t worry. I’ve got you. I’ve got you and I won’t let you go.”
You know, I just don’t care if that sounds melodramatic.
It happens like that, and it’s one of the most beautiful and fulfilling moments of my life.
Sure, I know what happens between us right now is going to be a temporary escape from the things I need to face.
I understand that this moment, no matter how wonderful, will still be fleeting.
But I need this. Damn it, I need something for me and just for me.
So, when I hear the click of the door and I realize that he’s got me inside and pushed the door closed all without interrupting the kiss, I feel a pretty significant wave of gratitude for Colton.
I feel a whole lot more, too. Until now, the more…
I don’t know the word. Carnal, probably.
I mean that more carnal aspects of my desire have been secondary.
I mean, my attraction to Colton is physical, don’t get me wrong.
But it’s also very emotional. Romantic and not just the physical.
It’s the emotional desire that brings me here, and when I kiss him, it’s still emotional.
I need to be close to him. I need to feel him close to me.
I need the close feeling of… You get it. I need closeness. I want to be held.
But now I need a whole lot more than that.
I need things to happen while we’re close.
Yeah, I want to be held but I also want to be fucked.
Ouch. Ouch, I don’t like that. I mean, I do want to have sex with him, sure.
I’m not saying that it has to be flowers, symphony music, and candles but I don’t like to say I want to be fucked. I want Colton to make love to me.
And I guess I need him to know that’s what I want so I let my hand slide down between his legs.
As we kiss, he grows in his Chinos, and I have to admit something.
Ready? Well, um, everything I just said about not being vulgar and referring to it as making love is true but if what Colton wants to do is bend me over and fuck me, I’ll be fine with that.
His hands roam over my body, but then he stops. The forever kiss also stops. He takes me by the hand and turns, pulling me along behind him. I kind of stutter-step until I can get my rhythm. He’s a tall guy and I’m, well, I’m not that tall a girl.
But something about this little moment, a little stumble of sorts in the middle of our fairy tale beginning, makes everything feel more intimate.
I don’t know. It’s like it makes it okay to just be Gianna and not the perfect fairy tale princess.
I smile like an idiot as he pulls me into a room on the right.
It’s Colton’s bedroom.
I mean, unless he keeps a bedroom furnished just for sex with girls from the grocery store he saves from fires and fallen bookcases.
I see a very large bed and then a small dresser and end table. The room is cozy, though, with a large chair in a corner and a small bookcase nearby. I take these things in at just a glance and then, my attention goes right back to him.
He turns around to me again and draws me to him. He kisses me, but only briefly this time. He steps back and pulls his shirt off. I feel weak at the sight of him. I know that sounds corny as hell, but he’s just...he’s perfection.
I reach for my top, but he steps forward and pushes my hands down. Then, he lifts my shirt and tosses it aside. He lets his hands slide down my shoulders and arms. His touch sends shivers through me.
He’s being so tender and slow. I don’t know what to make of it, but I love it. He kisses my neck as he works on undoing my bra. Again, he surprises me. There’s no awkward fumbling. He just gets it unclasped and slides the straps from my shoulders. It falls to the floor.
Now, things start getting a little heated because, quite frankly, I can’t hold back anymore. I grab at his pants and work with shaky fingers at the button and zipper. They finally open and I drag them down his legs. He kicks them off and stands up.
My pants are easy to remove and soon, I’m standing in just my panties, and he is just in briefs.
We cling to each other as we walk. Okay, I cling to him. He just holds me. I’m explaining poorly. Colton carries me to the bed and I hold onto him as he does. He lifts me with no problem. I hook an arm around his neck and pull him to me.
We never really stop kissing throughout all of this, even when we somehow manage to get our underwear off and I reach down for him.
I gasp as I take hold of his very hard and ready cock.
He’s very big, huge actually, and I feel a slight tremor of fear hit me.
I guess my need for him overrides any hesitation, though, because I don’t even pause.
I part my legs and, lifting my hips, I guide him to me.
The first thrust gets just the head of his cock inside me.
I moan and arch my back. I feel his lips brush over my breasts.
I claw at his back, urging him to keep moving, to fill me.
Which is kind of strange because with just the head inside of me, I already feel stretched beyond anything before.
He moves steadily, thrusting a little deeper each time. It’s almost an out of body experience for me. No, that can’t be right. I mean, I’m here in my body. What I mean is that it’s like I’m experiencing all of this but somehow separated from my, I don’t know, autonomy.
Yeah, that will work. I feel so filled that it’s beyond imagining and I feel like it’s happening to me and I don’t get to do anything other than experience it.
I feel like my body is reporting to me how these things feel while almost mocking me about not getting any choice in the matter.
Look, I’m not talking about consent here.
I just mean that the intense vulnerability from having a penis so large inside of me impacts my perceptions.
I guess that’s what I mean. It’s profound. It feels like this is happening to me and not with me, and I love it. Colton picks up the pace as we kiss hungrily. It feels like we move in rhythm as if we’re long-time boyfriend and girlfriend and not just newly together.
I bend my knees intending to plant my feet on the mattress to better lift myself to meet his thrusts.
Colton has other plans. He reaches down, grabs my legs, and brings them up to wrap around him.
This is exactly what I mean about having no choices.
He moves my legs but for them to wrap around him, I have to cooperate, and I do.
Still, it feels like my cooperation is automatic rather than consciously decided.
Aw, hell, maybe I’m just so blown away by this man that I just treat it all like some sort of miracle.
Who knows? I lose all semblance of agency, control, and self when I climax.
I can tell you that. He drives into me, and I start to moan and then, I start to yell.
I can’t catch my breath. I close my eyes as I feel my orgasm race over me. It shakes me to my core.
He keeps moving, filling me and pulling back, driving me wild. I grab at his face and bring him down to me and as we kiss, I feel his body shudder on top of mine. He groans against my lips, and I feel his cock swell deep inside me. Then, an explosion of warmth flows through me as he cums.
The orgasm goes for an eternity while I clutch his shoulders and keep my legs tightly wrapped around him. Ages. Eons. Millenia.
Let me be. I’m experiencing something profound here.
When my legs finally release their grip, Colton slides off me and pulls me to him so I’m pressed against his side. My breathing is still ragged but I lay my head on his gently rising and falling chest and drift off to the sound of his heart.