Jordan watched the man that would make her feel like a woman.
He was so tightly wound all the time. In his suit, with his beautiful brown eyes, and the thick hair that sprawled on his face. His sexuality wrapped in a suit all the time. The muscles that she knew were there so wanton in their waste. It was like Cristiano Ronaldo hiding his frame. He was working, and working and working some more. When he wasn't working, he was worrying about money. Calculating how much he would need to do this and that and everything he wanted to do.
It made Jordan half happy she was dead.
She walked in his shouse. Feeling the metal objects like magnetism. Her own lust adding some corporealism to her body. The magnetism from the metal making her nipples ache. Her lips tingle with want. The muscles in her whole body so tense she could barely walk. That ache, that need to be filled, a never ending pleasure in her centre.
She could feel the tension here as her own. The order, the need to keep everything in it's place, like a magnetism that kept her rooted to the spot.
She walked. Saw all the order in this man's life. All the routine, all the boredom, all the stress that went into his life. She couldn't wait to relieve him of it. Bring out the nature of his sexuality. Have him ravish her and let all the worries of his world out.
Jordan kissed the man's brow and felt into his dream with a sigh of relief.
***
She fell. Surrounded by trees with brown barks that crunched in the soft sunlight. She landed on leaves, rubbing her bare feet, and the wind running fingers along her spine.
She ran.
It was part of the dream and, hell, she wanted to. Running towards something, or running away from something, it did not matter. She ran and her heart pounded with both lust and exhilaration. She caught a glimpse of herself in a puddle, saw her short stature, slender figure, and sharp face. A blonde braid fell down to her curved bottom, a rough spun shirt barely covered her navel, and the dress showed her growing wetness at each leap in her run. She could feel the blood rushing through her limbs. Gasped at the ache growing along her legs. The almost painful need to be penetrated and dominated.
She laughed. The sound ringing in this mock pursuit. Oh, how she loved this. It had been so long since she felt that rush in exertion. That sensation that filled her while her legs stretched and her whole body undulated. Her heart pounding in her chest, her breath coming in gasps, the heat bursting out of her. God, she wanted it. She needed the feel of a cock inside her. Filling this sweat heat, and fucking her in frenzied passion.
She couldn't wait. She leaped past a lake and saw the toned muscles of her legs. The moisture kissed her and was as soothing as a balm. She ran, and ran, and heard something running behind her. Something so masculine that it sent her heart racing. Oh god, she needed it right here and now. She needed this dreamers want, and love, and need to make her his own.
As if in response, the forest around her opened into a clearing.
The clouds above were grey, the trees were dark and the leaves crunched underneath her bare feet. She luxuriated in it. The cooling air. Her panting breath. The sound of her pursue,of her captor and captured, stopping behind her. She turned and her dress fluttered around her lithe frame and her smile widened. She could feel him coming. Smell the scent of him, as subtle as anything she had ever smelt. She breathed it in and her whole body needed more.
He was in the shadows, changing to human form. He came out of the trees. Tall, strong, achingly muscular. His hair was cut close to his head, his face so handsome it hurt, and he had thick hair on his chest and nether regions. His hands...oh god, they were so large and strong. His biceps bulged as he swaggered forward. His thighs undulated in every movements, his abs were so strong that she could roll the ball of her knuckles on them, and his cock...It swung, thick, heavy, at half mast and larger than any she had ever seen. She groaned at the sight of it.
She could feel her arousal scenting the air. Tasting like cinnamon wine, and it mixed with his musk to drive her dizzy. Her heart still beat powerfully against her chest and pounded pleasure through her every limb. He looked at her. So deeply that she wanted to cry out in want.
'So, big boy, are you going to do what you want to do?'
He came at her, picking her up as easily as if she were nothing. He slammed her against the tree and she felt the awful power of him. He kissed her. Savagely. Tasting of man, and musk, and everything that was sexual in the world. She could feel his muscles against her. And the throbbing, rhythmic, wet, nature of his iron hard cock. He pulled her head back by her hair and she groaned as it sent a thrill of pleasure from her head to heel. Her thighs tensed, and her toes curled. Oh god, it was like getting the tension in her muscles relieved all at once. He kissed her neck and it added heat to the domination of him pulling her hair. He gripped her jaw with his other hand and kissed her savagely. Tasting her womanly taste.
Oh, this was just the sex she liked. Being taken by a wildman. Something so masculine, and primal. Her whole body was a mass of tension and relievement. Her nether regions throbbing with the want of his cock, her nipples yearning to be touched and fondled and licked, and truly relieved.
She writhed beneath him, as his kisses ravished her. His hands just rough enough. His movements just aggressive enough. His domination just enough to make her feel safe.
He made his way down her body. Leaving blooms of blush where his lips touched. His teeth sent piercing pleasure into her. He tore off her cotton top and her breasts were bared for all the world to see. Their hardness thrummed in the open air, and his rough tongue catapulted her to the heavens. She could smell his hair, the smell of something wild and free. He growled and his hands went lower. Gripping the inside of her thigh and forcing her legs open in his animal lust.
She bit his ear. Glorying in the scent of his neck as his tip teased her wetness. It pushed against her, almost too big too fit, but he growled in her ear as he forced her body to accommodate. His glorious length slid in. The feel of his thighs dominating her own. The strength of his body holding her against the tree. She could feel every ridge of him, every curve, every masculine aspect of his body. He entered her slowly and the curve of his passage made her gasp in want. Her breath came faster, her legs trembled, heat rushed to her core, and all her limbs tingled.
He went faster and faster. The rough bark rubbing against her soft skin. His sun burnished body smashing against her pale, flushed in heat, skin. She gasped and sweated and revelled in the musk that filled them. His pelvis pounded her. Her tits rubbed against the coarse hair of his chest, and his hands gripped the back of her neck. Forcing her down on the massive length of his cock that her body could barely accommodate. She gushed over him, the heat bursting from her core, as she saw stars and the heavens opened.
She came all over his cock and it throbbed within her. Sending static through her and climaxing her all the more. She undulated along him. Feeling his gasp of relief as he filled her with his seed and the tension in her muscles. She sighed. She loved helping him relieve whatever ailed him. Add some chaos to the needless order of her life.
