Into The Sunset: An Erotic Romance Anthology (15 page)

We got out of bed and I took a shower while he
fixed breakfast. Toast and eggs. The most splendid scrambled eggs
I’d ever tasted. Afterward, I walked to his bookshelf and studied
his titles.

“
You like horror,” I said in
observation.

“
Nothing better,” he
said.

“
Don’t you ever get creeped out
living out in the middle of the woods with no one
around?”

“
Not really. But
I’d be lying if I said it
never
happened,” he said with a
smile.

My eyes drifted above the fireplace. A rifle
was mounted above it like a silent guardian. “Is it
loaded?”

“
Yes.”

“
Would you teach me how to use
it?”

The afternoon sun rose high in the sky. Spring
was still a few weeks off, but the sun had managed to melt the ice
which clung to the ends of tree branches. Graham lent me some of
his clothing to keep warm in the snow. I wore a pair of his slacks,
which I had to secure to my smaller frame with a belt, and a
long-sleeved flannel shirt. With a thick winter coat on top of it
all, I could hardly move, but I kept very warm.

We strapped on boots and went outside for a
walk. Graham held the rifle, hung loosely from one shoulder, and a
sack of empty bottles and cans. I admired the area and found myself
feeling envious of his home. I’d lived at the edge of this forest
with Samuel for the last few years. I had no idea anyone was living
here.

“
Why do you live out here?” I
asked him as we broke the tree line. A field spread out before us
where the snow sat mostly undisturbed in a perfect
blanket.

“
Why?” he repeated my
question.

“
Yeah, what brought you out here?”
His silent made me wonder if I had overstepped with the questions.
"You know, nevermind,” I said. “It’s not my business.”

“
No, no. It’s fine,” Graham said
as he laid the bag of rubbish down near a fallen tree. We made it
to the end of the field and he made a hesitant noise before
continuing. “I like the quiet.”

His answer was brief, almost rehearsed. But I
decided not to push him on the subject and quickly switched to the
task at hand. I reached into the bag and withdrew two cans and a
bottle. We lined all the bag’s contents evenly on the fallen
tree.

“
Target practice then?” I
asked.

“
Yes,” he said with a quick
nod.

“
I always wanted to try
this.”

“
It’s actually really simple,”
Graham said as he walked away from the log.

I followed him. “Just point and pull,
right?”

“
For the most part. But it’s also
aiming and keeping steady. There’s a science to it.”

He held up the rifle and loaded the barrel
with a few rounds from his pocket. I watched him shoot the first
few shots and studied how he held his arms and where he was
positioned. He hit the targets each time with little trouble, then
took a step back.

“
Now you try,” he said. He held
the gun out to me, barrel pointed down.

I reached out and took hold of the stock with
both hands. I still had two broken fingers and taking a firm grip
was difficult. He maneuvered me, placing his hands on my shoulders
and standing behind me.

“
Stand like this. Feet apart. The
butt of the barrel goes into your shoulder, like this…” His arms
wrapped around and he molded my body as if he were a sculptor. I
did everything he asked, willing and eager to learn.

With my arms in his hands, we raised the rifle
together and pointed it at the targets. I felt his breath against
my cheek. The sensation sent chills through my body. My veins
vibrated with life and I felt a closeness to him that I hadn’t felt
in quite some time. With anyone.

Add the power I felt while holding that rifle
and one could imagine the adrenaline rush I was
experiencing.

My finger twitched on the trigger. “Just point
and pull,” I said.

“
Point and pull,” he repeated with
a whisper.

I pulled the trigger and the rifle’s kick sent
a shock wave through my arm. From the depth of my stomach, I
expelled a laugh that I’d never felt before. I smiled so wide it
hurt my cold lips.

“
That felt good,” I
said.

“
Well, imagine how it’ll feel when
you actually hit something,” Graham said while
reloading.

“
Very funny,” I said. In all the
intensity of firing the gun, I had forgotten to aim. This time when
I raised the gun, I focused hard on the targets. It almost made me
dizzy trying to keep the rifle steady. I took a deep breath and my
nerves calmed like magic.

After a few seconds, I pulled the trigger
again. A bottle shattered and my heart leapt into my
throat.

“
I did it!” I screamed and the gun
slipped from my hands to the ground. "Holy hell, Graham! I did
it!”

Graham smiled widely while I jumped up and
down with excitement. I threw my arms in the air and shouted to the
sky. I turned to him and tossed my arms around his neck. He
returned my embrace and laughed with me.

When we pulled away, he leaned back into me
and our lips met in a kiss.

My entire body tensed. His passion flowed
through me, igniting my own. But just as fast as the fires ignited,
he turned cold and took a wide stride backwards.

“
That was wrong, I’m sorry,” he
said. He bent down to grab the gun and would not look at me. “I’ll
walk you back to the cabin." He walked away, leaving me to gather
the remaining cans and bottles. I did so and then quickly caught up
with him at the outer tree line.

We walked back to the cabin in silence. Then
had dinner in silence. I could not bare the awkwardness and finally
dismissed myself to bed.

But I once again could not find sleep. I
stared at the ceiling, constantly seeing Samuel’s face in the
shadows. After many hours of more silence, I heard Graham stir
behind the door.

The door knob turned and he entered the room
quietly. “Did I wake you?”

“
No,” I said.

“
Are you all right?” he
asked.

I did not want him to leave. If I said yes, he
most surely would have. “No,” I said.

He took a few more steps into the room and
closed the door behind him.

Without a word, he came across the dark room
and I opened the sheets to him. He laid next to me and took my hand
while I turned to face him. A sliver of moonlight hit his face and
I stared deep into his eyes. The feeling of eternal safety calmed
me once more.

I knew his kiss had scared him away. But I
couldn’t have that. I reached out to him under the covers and
placed a hand on his hip. My head was swimming and I took a deep
breath to keep from getting dizzy. My nostrils filled with his
scent. Chemistry ran its course and the dull throbbing inside me
made itself known. Graham's hand moved under the sheets and he
placed it on my thigh. Neither of us knew where this would go, but
we both knew what we wanted.

Together, we leaned closer. After hours of
staring at the ceiling, imagining this moment, we kissed
again.

It lasted seconds, then Graham pulled away for
a moment. He looked at me with those eyes, those beautiful eyes, as
if to ask if this was okay.

I bridged the gap he made between us and
kissed him again.

There was no more hesitation from Graham. His
hands explored my arms and abdomen with zeal. I wondered to myself
how long it had been for him. He was definitely experienced. I felt
his confidence as he shifted his weight, laying me on my back. His
fingers traced down my arms, tickling my skin and bringing out my
goosebumps. Our fingers entwined. I felt his longing for me and I
decided in that moment that I would let him have me. All of
me.

I pulled him closer until he was on top of me.
Our lips couldn’t pull away for a second. His hardness rested
against me. I longed to feel more of him and spread my legs wide to
him.

His hands traveled downward and eased their
way under my button down shirt. He shifted his kisses farther
south, focusing on my neck. My entire body shook. I felt his
passions and held him closer with my fingers buried in his
hair.

With one hand, he started from the top and
undid the first button of the shirt. He traveled down nice and
slow, kissing my skin with each new reveal. I moaned for him to
keep going, careful not to squeeze his hair too tightly. My belly
quivered as his lips grazed me. Desire rose even stronger from
within me. I had to have him.

Once he reached the top of my slacks, he
paused for a moment before traveling back up to my lips. I let out
a sigh, feeling the painful anticipation of wanting him to go
lower.

I cupped his face and kissed him deeply. He
kissed me back each time. Our lips came together perfectly, as if
they were always meant to in the end.

We leaned up and I grasped the bottom of his
shirt. I lifted it above his head and slipped it off. I tossed it
to the cold floor. His skin was warm and soft. I could not get
enough of his lean physique, sculpted from years of labor, no
doubt. I kept him up and kissed his chest. His fingers gripped my
hair as I did and I heard him groan with lust.

He pushed me back down to the sheets and held
my arms above me on the pillows. In the past, this act had made me
uncomfortable. But Graham did not use force on me. His gentleness
turned me on. I was still wounded, my aches and bruises plagued me.
But he took care of me without me even requesting it.

With my arms resting above me, he opened my
shirt wide to expose my tingling breasts. The cold air infected my
nipples, which peaked to him. He squeezed and licked at them,
taking turns nibbling at them. I moaned, feeling the moist twitch
of my nether between my legs.

As he traveled down once more, he kissed along
the elastic of my trousers. He peaked up at me with pause, his eyes
asking permission to continue. I took a hand and stroked back the
hair which fell over his eyes. And smiled with a sincere
nod.

With strong hands, Graham gripped the band of
my trousers and pulled them down. I lifted my feet and pointed my
toes to allow them to slip off with ease.

As he came back down, he kissed up my bare
legs. Starting with my toes, his lips tickled my skin from my feet
to my calves, knees to my thighs. He lingered the longest on my
inner thighs, teasing me so much I literally felt the pain of
pleasure just out of reach.

I stroked his hair with my shaking fingers and
moaned to encourage our lust to take the next step.

Graham inched closer and closer toward my wet
slit. He licked his lips and took a deep breath before kissing my
sweet folds.

It had been ages since a man had touched me
like that. I was rarely on the receiving end of real pleasure. I
think Graham knew this and he took his time to allow us to ease
into it together. I gasped the moment I felt his tongue, strong and
warm, against my lips. It slithered like a snake between the folds.
My hips twitched with lust and his intensity increased with every
passing moment. The pressure inside me expanded until my breaths
came quick and moans fell out of me like rain from a cloud. All my
blood ran toward my nether, leaving my limbs numb and my head on
air. Graham lapped at me, pressing my button just the way I
desired. He read my body language like a master composer. And after
years of longing and repression, my body was finally hearing the
music it deserved.

“
Don’t stop, Graham,” I said as I
rubbed the skin of his neck.

He smiled wide with glee and he dived back in
without a word. He applied more pressure and varied his speed until
I was thriving beneath him. With strong arms, he gripped and
steadied my hips as they bucked and trembled for him.

My body heat spiked and I reached the point of
no return. The climax took me and I screamed at the ceiling with
intense pleasure. Graham continued lapping and decreased his speed
as I descended the plateau. My tense muscles surrendered to him and
I relaxed into the sheets.

He kissed up my body, loving my belly and
breasts and neck. I ravaged his still wet lips with a deep kiss.
Our tongues danced in the moonlight.

I reached down to his trousers. His member was
still rock hard, his passions begging for sweet release. I dug my
fingertips under the fabric and rubbed the skin of his rear, giving
it a soft squeeze. I pulled his trousers down to expose him. His
erection was large, the tip pulsating with desire for me. I spread
my legs to him, giving him willing access to my
everything.

We kissed again. Graham took hold of his
member and aligned it even with my dripping passage. We both sighed
into each other. I took hold of him and waited in warm anticipation
until he moved his hips forward and slid inside me.

My tightness opened to him and a moan reach my
heart, escaping through my lips. He groaned as he went in, inch
after inch, being engulfed in my soft wetness. After going all the
way inside, he paused, burying his face into the pillow beneath my
head. I kissed the skin of his shoulders and his hair as he caught
his breath. My slit throbbed with him inside and my passions ached
for more of him.