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The Predator- and erotic story |
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The Predator – and erotic story (written by Eos)
"Well,"
said Peter, "it’s getting a little late."
"Yes,"
she said shyly, "it is, isn’t it?"
"But,"
said Peter, "if you—would you like to come up to my apartment for
coffee?"
She
smiled. She had done it. Innocently, "Isn’t it a little late
for coffee? Won’t it keep us up?"
Peter
looked at her seriously. "That’s sort of the point."
Confused:
"Oh." Beat. Shocked: "Oh. Oh." Pretend to
consider it carefully, look at him lovingly, and… "Yes. Okay."
Peter looked at her adoringly.
They
got to his appartment and the minute he’d locked the door, Peter pinned her
against the wall and kissed her, kissed her lips, kissed her face, kissed her
neck, kissed down her cleavage. She pushed herself against him, fusing
their warmths into one hot embrace. He began to unbutton her blouse, to
undo her bra, and she pulled away, turned him around, pushed him down on the
bed. With practiced skill she hoped just looked like passion, she
unzippered his fly with her teeth while pulling his pants down. She pulled
his underwear (boxers, she noted—good choice) off in one quick motion and let
her tongue encircle his manhood. Alternately
sucking and blowing, she wait until he was just hard enough and then she stopped
and, ripping off her own skirt, sat on top of him.
But he wasn’t ready. He pulled her on top of his face and he
stuck his tongue up, up, what felt like through her and she closed her eyes in
ecstacy. He licked her clitoris in even, steady motions until she had
almost come. Then he rolled her underneath him and began to kiss her, play
with her nipples, finger her. Four fingers, in and out, in and out, until
she could hardly stand it. She felt as though she would burst.
And then he was humping her, humping her hard, his hand under her bottom,
pulling her towards him, pushing himself into her. She moaned, one arm
around his muscularly lean shoulders, the other holding onto the headboard for
dear life. She felt him explode in one hot blast of ecstacy and then she
came too, moaning and pushing herself into him. He picked her up and
placed her again on his face and he drank her, ate her out, wrote on her body
with her own fluids. She was totaled. It was the best she’d ever
had. He turned her over and smoothly massaged her back as she sighed into
the pillow.
And
then he began to massage her ass. He then reached under her and massaged
her breasts, gently at first, then harder and more focused on her nipples, and
suddenly she felt him enter her from behind, directly into her streaming vagina,
and she shrieked as a wave of pleasure spread over her body, a tidal wave, a
tsunami. He pumped himself into her until she couldn’t take anymore and
then finally, when they had both once again orgasmed, he stopped. Panting,
she reached over and tucked a stringy piece of his luscious black hair behind
his ear. His green eyes sparkled. She knew she’d be sore for days,
but she didn’t care. She fell asleep in his arms, a predator overwhelmed
by her prey.
