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Hunger 3
I can taste my self on your lips and the humming in my abdomen begins to burn.
You’re overdressed and I’m under-nourished I need the milky honey of your contractions to be my sustenance.
This table suddenly seems like an inappropriate place to continue this feast. I slide off the table and you look at me with quizzical eyes. I tell you to follow me with my gaze.
We’re mostly quiet because all our senses are focused on one task: satiating our tangible desire.
I lead the way to the training room holding your hand lightly. I can hardly wait to unwrap you, like opening a box of candy, cherry filled candies. You stand looking at my naked form with want still present in your emerald eyes. I’m the hunter again or maybe a beast, who wants to claw at your skin. Now I’m the one who’s circling you, deciding where to start.
I bend down to unlace your boots and you step out of them in a hurry. I look up and smile, my-my aren’t you the eager one? I run my hands over your jeans, up your legs. My hands drift over your covered center and I find wetness there in spite of the heavy material. I’m achingly aware of my own wetness as I find yours. You groan and push your body into mine. “ Tara…yesss” You hiss out. I still my hand movements to unbutton and unzip your pants. You help me pull them down as I take little taste of your mouth. Your blouse is next, I pull it over your head non too gently. I’m afraid I’m growing impatient with my own game. Sometimes it’s hard to take the time to savor a meal properly, lack of time or abundance of hunger can make it nearly impossible. I nearly tear off the remaining barriers of clothing off your body. The sight of your milky white skin makes me ravenous. My mouth is watering. I pull you to me in a heated, almost forceful kiss, fondling your creamy breasts making you moan into my mouth. I feel that your knees are beginning to buckle, you need extra support. I take you towards the training horse, without relinquishing control of your mouth.
I whisper in your ear to turn around, you comply willingly. I think you understand. I’m running my hands all over your heated flesh from behind. I knead your breasts and tease the nipples into diamond hard peaks, you push your buttocks into me, I press my warm center into you. You cultch at the horse and throw your head back, the sounds escaping your mouth urge me to move on.
I leave one hand holding your waist firmly, while the other travels up and down the back of your thighs and ass cheeks. You spread your legs further apart and the smell of your arousal reaches me, making me want to bite down on your flesh and devour it whole.
I run the tip of my index finger lightly over the edges of your slick folds. Mhhmm honey…sticky…sweet honey. I taste you and a jolt of blue energy shoots up my spine. I lick my fingers clean before returning it to the source of such a delicacy. I tease the opening just a little, running the tip up and down and tracing little circles. You beg me “Pleease….mhhgg…” You’re right, enough is enough. I withdraw and you groan in frustration, but that only last a second. I enter you again with two fingers, this time fully.
You moan again “Goddesss…yessss….mmmhhh.”
We begin a steady rocking rhythm, that escalates rapidly. We’re breathing hard, nearly panting. Your muscles are straining and almost shaking as are mine. I urge you on with my voice as move in and out of you. “That’s good baby…come for me.” “So wet sooo…hot!”
You push yourself harder against me your groans and mine are beginning to sound like growls, purring and howling. Hunger is primal need after all. “What baby? You want it harder? Mhhhm…you…want it faster?”
“Y-y-esss...” You nearly scream out in a shaky voice. I comply and in a matter of seconds I can feel your inside walls contract around my fingers. Your body shakes and I feel a creamy liquid pouring out, coating my digits. You look like you’re able to stand any longer.
I help you to the floor where we lye down and embrace. I look at my fingers still wet with your essence and take them to my mouth. Mhhmm… luscious! This is a full meal, plus dessert. It’s sweet and tangy like and exotic fruit whose taste you can’t quite describe.
You’re lying cuddled up to my chest still caught up in the afterglow. I kiss your forehead and notice the time on the wall clock; we’ve moved past lunch time, as matter of fact, it’s dinner time.