She Who Found Him

I walked along the ridge where the river met the deep rooted forest. Winter is here and I had yet to gather enough firewood. I pulled my sled on the thin layer of snow that fell during the night. Out there amidst the trees, a pair of legs jutted out from one of the trunks. Curious, I approached it and found a body.

The man had laid against the tree, his abdominal wound leaked like a river. He looked quite charming, but the firearm he carried with him suggested he was dangerous. I checked his pulse, and much to my surprise he reacted to my delicate touch. His breath was weak and his life was now in my hands.

I pulled him to the best of my abilities onto my sled. He might have been of average weight for a man, that was still pretty heavy for little old me. The trek back to my cabin with this much weight was an excellent exercise in cardio and strength.

I dressed his wounds with bandages wrapped around his waist. He had been shot, but luckily for him the bullet went through and through. I watched him carefully. He looked pale and sickly, likely due to the heavy blood loss, and his sharp face rested at peace. His breathing had stabilized, but he was not out of the woods yet.

I prepared a reinvigorating stew with turnips and potatoes. He would need it. His clothes were drying by the fireplace and I eagerly waited the moment where he would wake up.

I heard him wiggle. I looked and he seemed to be slowly regaining his senses. I sat down on the edge of the bed and cradled his face, maybe I shouldn't have done that but I did. "Are you okay?" I asked.

He grumbled, his eyes blinking and adjusting to the dimly lit cabin. He looked confused, I could tell. I saw the way he looked at me, like I was something he did not expect to see. He looked at my orderly and tidy cabin. It wasn't much, just a few hunting trophies and the equipment needed to survive in the wilderness. "Where am I?" he asked.

"You're safe. I found you dead in the forest."

He tried to sit up, but he groaned in pain as he did. His head fell back on the pillow in a muffled thud.

"You shouldn't move too much, you were shot," I gently grazed his bandages. I took the bowl of warm stew on the nightstand, and fed him a spoon.

His lips remained shut, but his eyes hungered for the meal. Reluctantly, he opened his mouth and ate what I gave him.

I fed him all I could. I tried to be gentle, but he was ravenous. I didn't know how long he was out there, but it was certainly a while ago since his last meal. He gobbled spoon after spoon, broth after broth, veggies after veggies.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Jameson. But my friends call me Jamie," he replied. His eyes begged a response from me as well.

"Sara."

"What's a woman like you doing in the middle of the woods, alone?"

"It's my father's cabin. Well, used to. Now it's mine."

"Why'd you save me?"

That's right. Why did I save him? All this time I got too preoccupied thinking about this interaction and how it would go, but I had no answer to that question. "I-I don't know. I just did."

He gently put his hand on my arm, his callous fingers wrapping around my thin wrist. His voice mellowed out alongside his warm smile. "Thank you."

I smiled back and put my hand on top of his. "What's a man like you doing in the middle of the woods, alone and injured?" I giggled to myself, it was just too perfect to send him the ball back like that.

"Piracy."

I was right, he is a dangerous man. A suspiciously handsome man... I didn't realize that I guided his hand on my thigh.

He did not react, but he did look at me. He was letting it happen, but he was certainly in no position to do anything. His hand did not gripped, or squeezed, or even felt my thigh.

"You should rest," I told him. "This bed has only room for you, you need it more than me."

"And where will you sleep?"

I had not thought this through, sleeping on the wooden floor is less than ideal. Share a bed with him? It barely qualifies for a double, we'd be stuck to one another. Although... that did not seem like a terrible idea. But he needs his space, and I need my bed. "On the floor?"

"That doesn't seem too comfortable," he said. He was right. It would not. "But I could always make a little room for you." He shifted leaving just enough space that the both of us could fit on the bed in close proximity.

"Let me change first," I said. I am used to being alone, this single room cabin is my very own sanctuary after all. But now, this man in my bed would invade my privacy. I can't tell if it bothers me, or if I really want him to watch. I stood by the fireplace and unbuttoned my plaid shirt. "Don't look," I said stupidly.

Of course, he looked away. I took off my camisole, and pulled down my pants. I glanced, but he wasn't looking. Shame. I opened my dresser and took one of my night robes. Just a very light cloth to dress my frail body. His only barriers were that and my panties.

I slipped tightly under the covers. His warmth crawled up all over me, I had forgotten that he was only in his briefs. I kept to myself, perched on the edge of the bed, afraid yet yearning.

He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, and gently pulled me in. "You're gonna fall."

I had no choice, but to cling onto him. My head rested perfectly upon the crease of his shoulder, my hand laid on his bare chest feeling his steady heartbeat underneath, and my legs wrapped over his.

I panted. The night was going to be long and cold, but now Jamie was here with me. I felt a tug in my stomach, a tingle that made its way up to my heart. I used to be lonely, but tonight I was in the arms of this dangerously sharp looking man. I don't want to let go. This was comfortable...

***

I drifted off in his embrace. When I opened my eyes again, the fire had dimmed out, only embers remained. He looked peaceful and undisturbed, I noticed how he held me. I was precious. Like a delicate feather encased in a box. My shifting made him reposition. I looked at his neck, and moved up to his jaw, his cheeks, his lips. I grazed my hand upon his face, feeling the prickles of his shaved beard, tilting him towards me.

With my body pressed on him, each little shifts, every little minute maneuvers, rubbed the soft cloth of my robe on my nipples.

Out the window, the forest shone lightly from the first rays of sunlight. My leg felt the morning wood rise. He shifted again, his member now neighboring my crotch. I let out a breath. Surprised.

He groggily woke up. A jet of air streamed out of his nostrils, and his eyes cracked open. His gaze met mine. He must be wondering how long I have been staring at him. It was not too long, I swear.

I kissed him. My lips just did before I could think. I hope I didn't bumped his nose too hard. I grabbed the back of his neck and drove my kiss deeper. He closed me in with his arm that was around me. His lips felt soft, but dry. I chose to rectify that. I wet his lips with my every kiss. The humidity of my breath softened his chapped lips.

I climbed on top of him, resting my butt on his thick bulge. I felt him pull up my robe and getting his hands underneath. His large hands grappled my waist and cusp my small tits.

My hands scratched his hair and drew the lines of his face. We stopped intermittently to catch our breaths in our kissing frenzy.

The unrelenting waves of kisses was like a powerful typhoon that could not be stopped. The strong winds that twirled in my down below were unstoppable. It rained, and it rained hard. The soft clouds made of panties darkened with the storm that had arrived. Everything was ready for the wood, torrential rain had come.

Jamie took off my robe entirely. I was exposed like no other, but it's what I want. I want his dangerous gaze to strike me down, I want his criminal hands robbing my body, and most of all I want his prized possession inside of me.

I stood on top of him, my hips rolling and bucking. I could feel his gun pointed at me, massive, heavy and intimidating. And there was only a single obstacle that kept him from shooting me. And he knew it.

It wasn't long before I heard him snap my panties away. His briefs were nowhere to be seen, slipping away under the cover of darkness. I could feel his raw meat upon me. I pleaded him, begged him please, asked for his permission. He simply nodded, and I knew my assignment.

I hoisted myself up and aimed the thick barrel of his gun right where I wanted it. Slowly and methodically, I inserted it into me with the precision of a surgeon's hand. Every inch of it crept up inside, nice and smoothly.

There was no scream, no moans, no supplications or whimpering. Only breathlessness and profound pleasure. His little groans of pleasure ringed in my mind like a siren's song luring me into the depths. His thieving hands sank into my hips, the little rascal was even greedy enough to grope my ass.

While I did initiate the entry, he decided he wanted to control the ship. With his hands on my hips, he commanded the descent and ascent. His control absolute and tantalizing. I controlled the forward and rear movement on his joystick. My hips bucking with every descent making sure he hit my landing strip.

I could no longer contain myself. His cock had stretched me wide and its warmth pulsated in me and through me. My cheeks were flushed, and I could feel tears forming. I was just so happy. So happy to be desired and taken by this devil. I wish this could last forever.

Alas, it came to an abrupt end. And I meant it when I said it came. There was an intrusion down there, breaking and entering. I almost did not feel it at first, but he unleashed a floodgate inside of me. His seed coursed inside, shaken and stirred. A sense of satisfaction ran across my face, as I felt full and accomplished.

It was hard to tell how much time had passed. The morning sun finally sent its rays through the window. They illuminated his face partially. And I was reminded of who exactly I had beneath me. He looked drop dead gorgeous, but I must not forget that he is also a pirate, a career criminal, someone who could decide right this instant to kill me and I could do nothing about it.

I calmed down and let out a laugh. I rubbed his handsome chiseled visage, and dismounted him. I laid back into his arm, looking longingly into his eyes. "How long will you stay with me?"

He cusp my chin with two fingers, and dropped a gentle small kiss on my lips before telling me: "For as long as I need."