H
unter walked slowly around the club as he was taking in the sights. The women were quite easy on the eyes, but Hunter was looking for one femme in particular. She danced, noticing that all eyes were on her. She had a charisma about her. She definitely knew how to steam up the club's atmosphere while dancing. Hunter found himself compelled to come to the club to see her. Some men were talking, "There she is, man. She's hot!" "Don't even try," he overheard another one saying. "She's as cold as ice!" Ash interrupted. "Does anyone know her name?" She walked by at the same time he was asking, giving him a seductively alluring smile. "The name is Angel," she said as she slowly walked over to the bar. Hunter's face became flushed as he mustered up a coy smile. He was unable to break eye contact with her alluring gaze.
Angel only took her eyes off of him to pick up her wineglass. She indulged in the wine. The other men were still going on about her. The only thing that kept running through Hunter's mind was that she was not here to be a part of the cat and mouse chase games that most played. He turned to the dance floor, observing the activity while he finished his cocktail. He was so parched. The summer had been extremely hot. There had been a much-needed rain though, that was making the heat somewhat tolerable.
Noticing the time he returned to the bar where he ordered two more doubles. He glanced over at Angel's glass. "Could you please send the lady in the black at the end there a refill of whatever she is having." He drank one of his doubles and disposed of the empty glass. He felt an arm drape over his shoulder. He turned to find Angel smiling seductively at him. "Thank you," she said. "My pleasure," he replied with a rugged smile. Angel asked, "Care to dance?" "Me? I don't dance." "Better yet, just follow me," she said with an alluring yet captivating gaze. How could he deny this most stunning creature?
She took a sip of her wine then she moved in front of him. Her plush rear moved against him as she moved before him. Her hips swayed to the music, the slits of her long skirt revealing her legs as she moved with the music. Never leaving him, her hands rose above her head. She reached behind her to wrap around Hunter's neck. Swaying his head to the music, Hunter put his arms around her waist. He pulled her in closer. He ran his fingers through her hair as she put her hands on his. She guided them down along her sensuous curves as she slowly moved downward. Gliding her body down his, she then returned slowly, seductively, upwards as she swayed her hips. She guided his hands slowly back up. She noticed that Hunter needed no more guidance as he moved her skirt in order to feel her soft silky thighs. They were bare to the touch. He slowly stroked them until he reached her hips where he found himself gripping them. He ground himself up against her, keeping up in the steamy dance. Angel swiftly tossed her hair to one side as he moved closer, putting his cheek against her hair.
Angel felt his breath on her neck. Who was this man? It was as if she had known him all of her life. She already knew how he felt. It was as if their souls were already intertwined together in an emotional bond. Angel had never felt safe. In Hunter's arms she did though. Could this be the one? She was not going to question it. She felt so exquisitely overwhelmed with such intoxicating sensations. She had never even remotely experienced anything as exhilarating as being in his arms.
Hunter was taken with her sultry yet angelic charm. He had observed her for weeks. He took notice that she was not like the others. She was not into picking up men. He knew she truly came to dance and she was not into the casual affairs. Something drew him to her. Was it matters of the heart? All he knew was that he did not want the dance to end. As the song came to a close, she gazed deep into his eyes. "May I extend an invitation to my place where we may dance as long as we want? I promise to be a gentleman." He continued while looking at her. "Honestly," he added as his hand came up to caress her cheek. " I don't want to let you go just yet," he finished with a deep voice. "Yes," whispered Angel. Finishing their drinks, their concentration was focused solely on each other.
When they reached Hunter's home, he lit a fire. While pouring a glass of wine, Angel felt at ease listening to the rain softly falling outside. With the fire crackling there was a feeling of warmth surrounding her. At a moment's impression, Hunter was very attractive, warm, attentive, ever gentle and solicitous to her. Soft Latin music played in the background as Hunter extended his hand towards her while asking, "Care to dance?" Angel accepted, and they quickly found themselves intertwined. Angel was a very seductive dancer. She spoke to him in a soft exhilarating whisper as she danced. "Let me guide you," she said as she took his hands, placing them slowly down the sides of her curves. She turned and pressed her backside against him.
Angel was sensuously seducing him as she was raised his hands upwards from her thighs. She slowly glided down his body while dancing, raising them to her waist, then her ribs. She lifted her hair up as her hips swayed. Hunter was overcome with desire. He began to kiss her neck. His hips kept in tune to the rhythm of hers. Angel's breath became a little quickened. She reached for one of his hands, which was lightly brushing against her breast, and brought it to her mouth. She kissed the palm of his hand, taking his forefinger and rubbing against her full red lips.
Heightened with pleasure, he turned Angel around and gazed into her eyes. "Do you know what I want, Angel?" "Yes, no." She reached for him, but he caught her hands and kissed them fingertip by fingertip. "I want to watch you relax. I want you to enjoy." With his eyes on hers, he lowered her hands to her sides. "I want to watch you fill up with me."
Slowly he took the hair clasp from her hair, setting it down on the table. "I want to hear you say my name ever so sweetly when I'm inside you." He combed his fingers through her hair, content with the silky texture. "I want you to let me do all the things I've been dreaming of since I first laid eyes on you. Let me show you."
He kissed her first. His mouth was soft, smooth, seductive. He parted hers with teasing nips and nibbles, with the persuasive caress of his tongue. Degree by torturous degree, he deepened the kiss until her hands clutched weakly at his waist and her shudders gave way to pliancy. There was a lingering taste of wine and a wisp of very fine stubble against her cheek. The patter of rain outside, the drifting scent of a male and the warmth of the fire all aided in the aura of love. All this whirled in her head like a drug, both potent and possessing.
His lips left hers to journey over her face, trace the line of her jaw and nuzzle at her ear. He was waiting, patiently waiting, until he felt her slip over the next stage of surrender. Hunter stepped back an inch. He slipped her shirt up her torso and over her head, letting it drop to the floor. His muscles coiled like a snake. She thought she saw the lightening flash of desire darken his eyes to ash. He only skimmed a fingertip down her neck to the aching tip of her breast. Her breath caught. Her head tilted back. "You're so beautiful, Angel. So soft."
He pressed a kiss to her shoulder while his hands gently molded, caressed, aroused her skin. "So sweet!" He was afraid his hands were too big and rough. As a result his touch was stunningly tender, humming over her heated skin. They slid down her curvaceous sides, leaving tremors in their wake as he eased the loosely fitted skirt from her hips. Then those fingertips moved over her gliding curves until her shaking breath turned to unsteady moans.
He undressed, watching her heavy eyes flutter open. The misty blue of her eyes focused on him and the pupils dilated. Now, she thought. Her heart fluttered madly. Her plea to ease this glorious ache he had stirred to life inside, her was caught in her throat. She wished he would take her now.
Sweet and eager, her mouth met his. He gathered her close, taking her to the bedroom. He laid her on the bed as gently as he might have laid her in a pool of rose petals. She arched to him, accepting, bracing for the torrent. Using only his lips, which were soft as the rain, he savored her flesh as though it were a banquet of the most delicate flavors. Then his hands skimmed, lingered, discovered.
Nothing could have prepared her. If she'd had hundreds of lovers, none could have given more, or taken more. She was lost in a gently rocking sea of sensations, undone by patience and weakened by tenderness. Her breathing slowed and deepened, even as her heart rate soared. She felt the brush of his hair on her breast before his mouth claimed it. She heard his quiet satisfied groan of pleasure as he suckled. Heard his sigh as he circled and teased with his tongue. He slowly traced his tongue, sensuously and softly flicking and nibbling on her nipples. As he did so, he held the weight of her breasts, caressing them. He slowly traced his tongue around her navel, lightly tickling her into more excitement.
He moved down to her tenderly soft inner thigh. He tickled and teased, sweetly torturing her. He softly delved into her essence, tasting of her honey. She was so irresistibly sweet, he thought. He tantalized her with his tongue then slowly blew on her lotus flower, watching it blossom in his presence.
Her hips began to move with every movement of his tongue. She sank fathoms deep in warm clear waters. Angel did not know when these waters began to churn. The storm gathered so slowly and so subtly. It seemed one moment she was drifting and the next floundering. She could not get her breath, no matter how deeply she gasped for air.
Her mind, suddenly reeling, struggled for the surface, even as her body coiled and tensed. "Hunter!" Grabbing at him, her fingers dug into his flesh. " I can't, but." He covered her mouth with his, swallowing her gasps and savoring her moan. The first dizzy climax ravaged through her. She reared against his hand, instinctively urging him on as hot red waves of pleasure swept her up.
Her neat rounded nails scored his shoulders. "Angel, god!" She was so hot, so readily moist. He pressed his lips to hers as he fought to level his own breathing. Pleasuring a woman had always pleasured him. Not like this though. Never like this. He felt like a king and an uncontrollable beggar all at once. Her stunned response aroused him unbearably. All he could do was indulge her. Absorbing her shock waves and his own, he felt each and every nerve in his body sizzling with sparks. He wanted to give her more. He had to give her more. Their souls were blending in the waters of passion. That passion grew as Hunter tried strapping down on his own grinding needs.
He slipped inside her slowly. Pausing for a moment, he slowly pulled back out, teasing her. He slid inside her again, being careful not to go all the way. She was so small. All delicate bones and fragile skin. She was so innocent, nearly as untouched as a virgin. He had to remind himself again and again that she was small. He then took her gently, gliding all the way inside her. Filling her sensuously with the passion she had aroused in him. He lightly stroked her with slow, shallow movements. Then, as she heightened in pleasure saying "more," he thrust gently all the way inside. He let himself rock with the pleasure of her passionate shudder, and her broken sighs of his name.
Licking, tracing, glazing his tongue around her nipples while his hands gently caressed her back. She began to moan again, letting herself rock more with the passion. The fiery pleasurable sensations rippled through their bodies. She began to whimper in pure ecstasy as the explosion of their juices from lovemaking flowed within her.
He gazed at her with complete satisfaction. Tantalized by her, he gave her a soft, tender kiss. He then lay on his back, snuggling her, caressing, kissing and then pulling her over until she was laid out on top of him. "I loved making love to you, Angel," he said tenderly. "I loved to make you feel." He almost followed it up with an "I love you." She would not accept that, he thought to himself.
"You did." she kept her head over his heart. "You made me feel things I never have before. I was afraid." Trouble clouded his eyes. "I don't want you to be afraid of me." "I was afraid of me," she corrected him. "Of us and of letting this happen. I'm glad it did." Smiling coyly, she kissed him tenderly on the lips.
The rain was still drumming down. She heard it's steady beat on the roof. Feeling the warmth of the fire and each other Hunter asked, "Will you please stay with me?" She gazed into his eyes, wrapping herself into him and snuggled. "There's no place I'd rather be," she said with a smile on her face. She had a feeling that she would be there with him for many nights to come.
