Romance: Seducing The Quarterback (52 page)

Everleigh dreamt the bear was tall, standing up on two feet.
She saw the Los Gatos lions patrolling the forest floor. Her would-be attacker
was in a heap at the base of a giant redwood against which he was hurled. The
bear stooped down to examine her. He brushed her hair from her face, and poked
and prodded. His claws hurt.

“Ouch,” she complained.

“There there,” he said. And he scooped her up.

He brought her to her feet.

“Can you stand alright?” he asked.

Everleigh could not look him in the eye. For one, the bad
guy tore her shirt and underwear. The tattered T-shirt did little to conceal
her. She felt her face burn with color. What was more, she wasn’t going to talk
to a bear. Besides, facing him might make her lose her struggle to contain the
burst of emotion which begged for release. He knew it too.

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to him,
burying her in his plush fur. Everleigh sobbed.

“I know,” he soothed. “Scary stuff. But you are safe.”

Everleigh continued to cry. So many deep, old emotions
pushed forth. It was the moment. It was a lot of things. Everything that wasn’t
ever right came out of her in that moment.

“I know what you need,” he said very plainly.

Without permission or warning, he leaned her over his
shoulder so her upper body rested on his back. And he flew. Not as with wings.
But for such an enormous, lumbering creature, the bear had incredible speed. He
was taking her further and further away from her friends. She wondered if she
would ever see them again.

But she felt safe. Like she could absolutely trust her hero
captor. He bounded fearlessly to a sweet little structure tucked in between
trees – a house made of one of those log cabin kits or something. It was
absolutely picture perfect as best as Everleigh could tell. She stole glances
when she worked up the nerve. Most of the time she kept her eyes screwed shut.

But he pushed opened the door to his home and without a
thought, he was a man. A beautiful god-like creature with a perfect physique. A
blast of air –the beginnings of a storm– swirled through the door as he closed
it. It was as though the air carried magic and intoxicated them. They came
together in a romantic whirl of passion.

Unspoken, they regarded one another and acted on the first
thing that came to mind. He swept the tattered fabric off of her body. He
dipped his fingers into the waist of her pants and peeled them down. She was
naked.

He reached over his head and pulled his shirt off to reveal
the best body on a human being Everleigh had the pleasure to see up close and
personal. He took her mouth without hesitation, sweeping his sweet, hot tongue
inside of her. 

At once, Everleigh moaned. The feel and taste of him was so
incredibly wonderful. He was so powerful –this man with whom she was about to
mate but whose name she did not know– that he made her feel light as feather,
lifting her with ease.

Everleigh wrapped her legs around the small of his back, if
it was small. His massive chest and back tapered into a lean and narrow waist,
but he was anything but small. His legs burst from his hips with powerful
musculature. She rested her feet on the iron-hard curves of his buttocks. His
skin was so, so smooth. It smelled amazing. Everleigh drew in his sweet scent
via the labored rhythm of her breaths.

He kissed her slow. Tenderly. Languidly. It was doing it to
her. Purposefully torturing her with his intensely erotic touch. He stroked her
sides and casually maneuvered her arms upward. Above her head. It was the same
sort of position that the assailant had put her in only the assailant had been
far more brutal. Her muscles hurt.

She whimpered with pain and he was so sensitive to it.

“Aw,” he said. “Where do I need to kiss? Does it hurt here?”

He gingerly grazed her triceps. It did make her feel better,
his light contact. The position jutted out her boobs. They were round and full,
and he feasted on them. There was a direct line between her nipples and her
center. Every lick drew her very core together. 

Instinctively, they positioned together, he over her and she
underneath. His massive, hard erection brushed against her wet, salty flesh.
Every part of her screamed for him to get inside of her. Everleigh was
compelled to reach between them and touch herself.

He turned her to the side, parted her knees with his, so
that he could look over her shoulder and watch. Together they touched her. He
broke away for a moment to, at long last, enter her. He returned his hand to
hers, pressed his hot lips to the base of her neck so that the tip of his
tongue could tickle her there. Everleigh burst. The sweet torture combined with
the mind-blowing excitement of having stranger sex catapulted her into a
powerful orgasm. Her body clenched at the feeling of his hard cock.

He was an intense powerhouse. His body glided into hers with
such smoothness, such rhythm. Their chemistry was so potent that the pleasure
just kept coming. Everleigh lazily endured the sweetness of her climax until
she came back down to earth.

Then she took control. She turned her body to face him,
guiding him back against the mattress. She mounted his amazing body and rode
him wildly. She cupped her bobbing breasts and played with them while looking
him directly in the eye. He loved that. She watched as this magnificent beast’s
eyes rolled back into his head before dissolving in a sputtering mass of
ecstasy. He growled when he came. Everleigh thought he was absolutely
beautiful.

But the rambling redwood home that she woke up in was very
real. It was all beautiful redwood trim and windows, finishing off in the steep
picture of the ceiling. A fire crackled in a river rock-finished fireplace. She
was smack dab in the living room of someone’s home, in a bed. Despite the
finely woven blankets that covered her, it was certainly cold enough for a
fire.

Everleigh smelled food cooking. It made her so hungry, even
as her stress rose recalling the awful thing that almost happened to her. Her
appetite was the first to go when things got rough. 

She flinched. There emerging from the kitchen was perhaps
the most astonishing looking man she had ever seen in real life. He was
carrying a tray. She quaked. And then she blushed. This was the man of her
dreams. The one who started out as the bear who had rescued her from an
unspeakable fate.

“She lives,” he said. His voice was rich and deep. And so
seductive. “Will you have something to eat?”

He set the tray down beside her and ripped off a corner of a
loaf of bread with his giant hands. He dunked the bread in the soup and held it
to her lips.

“Open for me,” he said.

She let him feed her. But the fact that she was in yet
another strange man’s home unnerved her to the point that, good as it was, she
really had no stomach for food. She noted that it was a vegetable stew. There
was no meat in it at all. It was really good. Still, she pushed his hand away
when he ladled some onto his spoon.

“No?” he asked, his voice as smooth as honey.

He pulled back her blanket. Everleigh jerked them back. She
was naked. Completely naked. Her face was bright with alarm.

“I just want to have a look,” he said.

“Seems you’ve looked at quite enough,” she said. 

She wasn’t terrified with this strange man as she had been
with the one who tried to attack her.

“You have a nick on the back of your calf. Coyote trap. I
just want to see if the swelling went down. When is the last time you had a
tetanus shot?” he asked.

He seemed to think the issue was resolved for he firmly
pulled back the covers to examine her. Everleigh tightly pressed her eyes shut.
He poked. It was a little sore.

“One moment,” he said.

And he returned with a cotton ball and some dark red antiseptic.
He pressed the cotton to the mouth of the bottle and tilted.

His eyes glittered. “I’d like to tell you that this won’t
hurt but it will. It’s going to sting. Just breathe through it. Only smarts for
a second.”

Just as he was about to dab her, Everleigh pulled away. He
arched his brow and scolded her with a look. He gripped her ankle with his
powerful hand so that she had no choice and swabbed her anyway.

“Yow, mama! That doesn’t sting. That hurts!” She puffed out
little breaths until the smarting subsided.

With a look he scoffed at her.

“Sorry. What the hey?” she peeked at the wound herself. It
was not very big but it was slightly puffy. “I need to get dressed and go back
to my friends. They’re probably worried about me.”

Completely on cue, a crack of lightning flickered in the
window, followed by a rumble of thunder.

“Really?” she asked.

“I am afraid so. Dangerous ground water levels at this
point. It’s been raining since I picked you up off of the forest floor. I think
we should get word to your friends at any rate so that they aren’t worried
about you,” he said.

He picked her up off of the forest floor? That was not the
way she remembered it.

“Really? You rescued me?” she asked suspiciously.

“I did indeed,” he said. “You’re here, are you not? Do you
not remember how you got here?”

“No,” she replied cynically.

“And you don’t remember… anything else?” he asked, his gaze
so, so penetrating.

While still looking at her directly, he moved slowly towards
her. Everleigh ached for him. She felt herself pressing back onto the mattress
to receive him again. Her knees parted to let himself immerse in her.

As he was above her, she had a moment of clarity. She
pressed against his massive chest.

“Wait,” she whispered. “Tell me your name.”

He smiled a rich, wide smile. “Again?” he asked. “Ben.”

“Benjamin,” she murmured.

“No. Esben. It’s Danish,” he said.

“Everleigh,” she responded.

“Nice to meet you,” he said, his voice rasped.

Everleigh could feel the power in his touch as he stroked
her. It was a wild combination of strength and tenderness. His stroke was so
delicate. And yet so amazingly effective. Erotic wires traversed through her
body, lighting up every erogenous point until they connected to her center. She
ached for him. She was impatient to have him.

She arched towards him, yearning as he explored. He showered
her with a thousand caresses. Tingles and shivers went straight to her nipples
– they pebbled to rock hardness. He took them between his fingertips.

It did things to her mind, convincing her that an ultimately
masculine man was commandeering her body. She felt that she could not be in
more capable hands. Ben just seemed like the ultimate lover. She tried to
tether herself around him, but he rolled her over onto her belly.

He growled. She swore he did. It was the same sound in her
dreams when the bear reacted to being hit by the trap. He slipped a pillow
under her abdomen and propped up her bottom. He leaned and she could feel his
hot, hot tongue drag across the smooth skin of her bottom.

Everleigh whimpered. It was almost more than she could bear
but he did not let up. He found the tender inside of her cheeks. Delicate. Sensitive.
Erogenous. She had never had anyone pleasure her there before. He plunged
deeply into her, lapping up her moisture. Little waves pulsed into her. She
throbbed and ached to be filled.

He rolled her once again so she was on her back. He lifted
her knees up and pushed them gently apart in an almost wanton display. The
position made his touch more intense. When he continued to delve and press with
his tongue, her reaction was sweeter.

He rose above her, just as he left her humming with arousal.
He got inside of her. The excitement welled and it was enough to push her over
the edge. She came immediately. Everleigh pulsed wildly around his wondrous
cock. She peeked at him with lowered lids. His face was awash with a hazy
smile.

“You feel so good,” she murmured to him.

He winked at her. She thought she would melt. He gripped her
hips and pulled her into him. He moved her back and forth, his fingers splayed
on the cheeks of her buttocks. She loved the way he took control of her body.

Everleigh explored. She reached up to the massive chest and
touched it. It was so magnificent. She trailed her finger tips along the sides
of his giant arms. Just the mere thought of them was an aphrodisiac. 

She closed her eyes, enjoying the ride. Ben’s steady rhythm
gently knocking her breasts back and forth in an easy bob. It was positively
delicious. She stretched her long legs up and over his shoulders which jutted
from his neck like rock formations.

He winked again. As Everleigh stole looks at him, she
realized he was watching her every move.

“I have something to tell you,” she whispered.

His eyes glittered. “Go ahead,” he said.

“I dreamt you were a bear last night,” she said and laughed
lazily.

“Oh but I am,” he teased. “A big, giant bear who loves
fucking you.”

Everleigh was not prepared for the erotically graphic
response. Its effect was almost narcotic. It knocked her into another
dimension. She shook and trembled. And she loved it. She spied on him again.
The corners of his mouth were curling with mischief.

Ben was apparently done with the niceties of square sex. He
lifted one of her ankles to join the other and turned her over. He drew her
hips back to him as though she were sitting on his lap. He penetrated her so
deeply this way. They were still as she adjusted to the feel of him.

He sent shivers throughout her. Everleigh’s body was wracked
with the shaking of complete erotic immersion. He reached from somewhere,
parted her thighs atop his and pressed a little vibrator against her clit. She
was already so, so worked up. But he pinned her with her complete consent,
until she succumbed to an amazing orgasm.

In close quarters, with him so deeply embedded in her,
Everleigh’s body wildly clenched onto his erection. It was a total sensory
overload. Releasing in sweet spasms around him was not sufficient. She cried
out with rapture, her voice filling the redwood-paneled room.

And as her climax faded, she was limp against him, thinking
she might weep. It was that good. Ben kissed her shoulder, across the sensitive
base of her neck and down her spine. He pushed her forward until her plump,
round buttocks were sweetly displayed in the air. He covered her. It was such
an amazing feeling to be blanketed. Protected. Safe. She had such a sexual
trust with him she had never experienced before with a partner.  

She felt the unmistakable transformation in his body which
told her he was making that climb to orgasm. The flames of the fireplace
flickered. The angle or something was just right that she was blinded. She
couldn’t quite see right. She felt the unmistakable prickle of fur against her
skin. It was oily and coarse, like she was brushing up against an animal skin
rug. 

Everleigh’s focus shifted to her center. She focused on how
he filled her. How he was driving into her. But she must have been overtired.
Her mind was playing tricks on her again. She looked down to the hand that had
been bracing beside her own and there was no mistaking. It was a paw with
claws. Not a dog or cat paw but a paw the size of her head. And yet she was not
too weirded out. She was not afraid. She was so drugged on the wondrous moment
that she was having, she just accepted and did not try to figure it out.

Ben’s body stiffened, seized with the beginnings of an
orgasm. He was so powerful, his body so formidable that the thought of him
coming was such a turn on for Everleigh. She rested her upper body on the
comfort of the mattress, offering up her bottom as he plunged into her from
behind, letting him have his way with her.

It was as powerful a climax for him as it had been for her,
too. His guttural animal cries shook the sweet forest cottage. They were so
loud, they were deafening. Everleigh had to cover her ears. Something about the
pitch and the volume. It was more than she could take but she liked it. Almost
on an instinct level, it was so affirming. So hot. It made her feel like such a
woman.

Ben collapsed on the bed beside her. He gripped her hips and
rolled her against him. 

“Now are you hungry?” he asked as he nuzzled her.