Her tongue pushes between my lips, and her nails scratch against my scalp as she runs her fingers through my hair, only to claw a fistful and hold me to her. The kiss is brutal, claiming and yet full of pain and longing. I don’t stop her.
I don’t stop her as she rises and repositions herself to straddling my lap, I don’t stop it as she forces my head back and pushes in deeper with her tongue. My cock presses angrily against my boxers, pushing up into the warm space between her legs and she rewards me by grinding down against it.
She groans into my mouth, “Hunter.”
“I know, Snow,” The salty taste of her tears rests on her lips, seeping onto my tongue with every sweep of hers. I taste her pain, I taste it like it’s my own, because it is. I feel what she is right now, I’ve felt it since we’ve been apart.
The cut on my chest is a mere scratch, I don’t feel it though it continues to bleed, covering us both in crimson.
She rolls her hips against the hardness at my groin, riding me through our clothes. “Let me make you feel better, Snow, let me help.”
“Fuck,” She rasps. “Yes, please. Yes.”
I grin against her lips before I tear myself away and lift her from the floor, tucking her legs around my waist to carry her towards the table.
“Where are we going?” She breathes, “I’m not hungry.”
I chuckle before kissing her once more and planting her ass on the table, “You might not be, but I’m starved.”
I lay her back on the table, her chest heaving as I kiss my way down her body, pushing up the top that covers her from me to show me her perfect curves and warm skin. It’s like a brand against my lips when I first kiss her, just above the navel, following the small scars in her skin with my mouth. She whimpers beneath me before her hands dive into my hair to tug at the strands as I scrape my teeth down her hip bone, digging in hard enough to turn her skin red. She doesn’t pull away, only holding me tighter.
“Mm,” I rumble against her, “You like a little bit of pain, Snow?” My fingers tuck into her pants, “I know you do. My sweet vicious, Snow.”
She lifts to let me remove her trousers and then she’s gloriously bare from the waist down, her cunt wet and begging for me.
“Look at you,” I praise, placing my hands on the insides of both thighs, pushing to part her further, “and all for me.”
She slides her hand down her stomach, dipping between her legs. I catch her wrist.
“I don’t share, Snow, not even with you.”
She groans, throwing her head back as I tease her with a finger, rubbing slow circles on her clit, but not adding enough to do anything more than work her up. I see her thighs shake, her chest heave but still, I tease slowly, feeling her slick wetness against my fingers.
“I’ve missed you, Snow, I’ve missed you giving yourself to me.”
I slide a finger down, pushing at her entrance.
“Fuck, yes,” she cries.
I chuckle and withdraw completely.
Her eyes snap open, “What are you doing!?”
I simply grin, get down onto my knees, making me eye level with my meal and say, “I told you I was starving, Snow, I’m about to eat.”
I bury my face between her thighs, running my tongue up the seam of her. She arches off the table at the first swipe and clamps her thighs around my head on the second.
“You know it feels good, Snow,” I pry her thighs apart, “Let me in.”
“Fuuuuckkk,” she drags out the word, letting her legs fall apart. I punch my tongue into her, tasting her in my mouth, the musky flavor of her arousal warming me through. I drag back up to her clit, circling the bundle of nerves until she starts to grind on my face.
“Mm,” I praise, “You want to ride me, baby?”
“Yes,” She hisses, rolling her hips before trying to sit up, likely to do just that, but I’m not done yet. Not even close.
I push her down hard, hard enough that her spine hits the table with a thud and breath rushes from her.
“You’ll have to wait a while,” I kiss her pussy, “I’ve been waiting for three years to have you like this for me.”
“Hunter!”
I grip the backs of her thighs and force her legs up, showing me all of her, her pussy, her ass, everything.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I admit, staring at all her glorious flesh.
She bucks against me, but I hold tight, “Ah, ah, ah,” I scold, “No escaping, Snow.”
“Shit, Hunter, please.”
I grumble my approval as I go back in, licking and sucking at her pussy until I slide down, down, all the way to her ass.
She tenses.
I massage the backs of her thighs, “You’ll like this, baby,” I whisper, “I promise.”
I lick my way across her ass, feeling her muscles bunch under the touch. I do it again, and again, letting her feel each pass before I let go of one leg to move my hand. Her pussy takes two fingers easily, so wet and ready. I slide into her cunt while my tongue caresses her ass and she fucking loves it. Her spine arches towards the ceiling, her legs widening as if to give me more. I didn’t need more, this was enough, enough to please, enough to get me addicted once more. I fuck her ass with my tongue while my fingers penetrate her pussy, and my thumb circles her clit.
“Oh God,” She swears.
“I knew you’d like it,” I rumble against her, “Almost as much as I like giving it to you. Tasting every part of you.”
I go right back to it, the rhythm of my tongue and my thumb identical.
She writhes against me, pushing hard on my hand while pushing her ass further into my face. I don’t once relent; I don’t once give up on the pursuit of her pleasure.
“You like this, Snow?” I grumble, “You like it when I eat your ass and fuck you with my hand? Do you want more?”
“Please,” She begs.
“First, I want you to come for me, Snow, I want you to come all over me, I need to taste it, feel it.”
“Fuck, yes.”
I punch my tongue into her and ram my hand hard into her cunt, fucking her, caressing her sweet clit. I feel her start to pulse, just a slight twitch on her inner walls but it won’t take much more.
“Seeing you like this,” I groan, my cock hard and aching, “So needy, so fucking open for me, I can’t get enough.”
I eat like a man starved, like a man possessed, needing her release as if it’s the air I breathe. The convulsions become more rapid and then she peaks, her orgasm cresting and shattering her.
She cries out and I feel every single beat. I feel her pussy convulse around my thumb, her clit throb on my fingers as her ass tenses. Her thighs tremble, toes curling.
“Such a beauty, Snow,” I rise when she’s fully over the climax, staring up at her from between her legs, “But we’re just getting started. By the time we’re finished, the only thing you’ll ever remember is me.”