There was an animal in both of their eyes.
Hers watching her prey, his watching her trying to decode the thoughts and images that were flashing before her eyes which had darkened with a lust and desire as she watched him strip.
He stood there, completely bared before her.
She watched him, studying his body closely.
She took in the shape of his lips and wanted to devour him with her own. Her eyes took in the shape of his neck and she wanted to kiss and bite him. She took in the shape of his naked torso, his cock that was slowly beginning to betray his own body and his own desirous thoughts. She looked at his face once more, smiling as he blushed, aware that she had read his thoughts without really knowing what they were and that she had seen the involuntary movements of his stiffening cock.
He waited until she beckoned him into bed.
There was always that moment. The moment he waited for her command that he may join her. He climbed on the bed slowly, crawling across the mattress on his knees, his balls and stiffening cock hanging down below him. She took in the sight before her, her depraved and lascivious thoughts running through her mind as she watched him come closer.
He was co-operative prey. Her prey.
And she was watching him, waiting for that moment when she would claim his mouth and his body with her own. He blushed again as if embarrassed by his own thoughts and still she did not break his gaze. There were no prudish thoughts here, there was no room for prissiness. There were animals in their eyes.
He reached out, stroking the side of her face as she leaned into his touch. His hand reaching into her hair, gripping it tightly, pulling her closer to his mouth until she began to crush his lips against her own. They kissed deeply, tongues probing and exploring and as a responsive, appreciative groan escaped from his lips it sent a shiver straight through her body to the depths of her. The more their mouths explored, the more she longed for him, desired him, needed him, wanted him. Pulling away slightly, she wiped the wetness from her lips, she felt free in her desires for him, he felt uninhibited by her gaze that fell upon him.
Their faces only centimetres apart and she watched him still, his hand still gripping her hair as she moved her head slightly to feel the pressure of his fingers pulling on her hair, she breathed in deeply, her mouth open slightly needing to meet his own once more.
And his cock is stiff, jutting out from his body and yet not quite close enough to be touching her, and she leaned back in for more, grabbing him, biting at his neck and shoulders, watching him flinch at the short sharp bites that left small red marks in a trail across his shoulders.
Her mouth moved to his nipples, biting him hard as he flinched at the sudden sharpness of pain. Her hand reaching up to touch his face, fingers tracing the line of his lips and his chin, still wet from their passionate embrace of moments before.
And she began to devour him, aggressively, his own aggression and force meeting her own as he sunk his teeth into the depths of her neck her own appreciative groan escaping from her lips made his cock stiffen further.
She leaned back, exposing herself to his mouth, to his unrelenting teeth and the sharp pain of flesh trapped between them as he started to bite her neck, her shoulders and down to her breasts. Gripping them in his hands, the pain came over her in exquisite waves, from the point of contact from his mouth, down through her body to her cunt. She could feel her own wetness growing with each contact his mouth made.
His finger nails clawed at her bare skin sending shivers down her body, goosebumps forming on her skin, peppering her arms and legs, the moans that escaped from her mouth spurred him on further. His own hunger matching hers, his own aggression matching the building onslaught of hers.
Her hair still wrapped in his fist, his face still cupped in her hands, his mouth being assaulted with hers. She wanted him, longed for him, she wanted him inside her. Without loosening the hand in her hair he reached down between her legs and attacked her cunt. Her juices enabling him to easily slide in a finger, then two, then three. Fucking her with his fingers her body reacted pushing against him, wanting him to fill her deeper. She wrapped herself around his shoulders and hung on to him.
She came hard. Her body wracked with the orgasm that ripped through her body, soaking his fingers, and as he pulled his glistening hand away, his face replaced the fingers that had been buried deep within her, his tongue delving deep, bringing her once again to the edge of ecstasy with his mouth sucking and biting and delving deep into her cunt.
She came hard again, more than once, more than twice, he was stealing her pleasure, taking her orgasms with his mouth.
The smell of sex filled the air, she was inviting him in deeper, drawing him closer, wanting him to ravage her with his mouth.
And as he continued to steal the orgasms from her body, urged on by her reactions and the sounds that escaped from her lips, the juices surged from her into his mouth, over his face, she was lost to him in that moment. She felt him taking her in, her wetness, the juices that he had brought from her, as she held him tightly.
She wanted him, and shamelessly opened herself to him, inviting him in.
He accepted her invitation.