1 comments/ 4824 views/ 1 favorites Prey By: josicuervo My heart is pounding in my chest in time with the pounding of my feet on the trail before me. I keep my eyes focused on my destination, not daring to look back at what may be there and the effort adds to the tension coiling inside me. My lungs burn and my legs ache, yet still my arms pump faster and faster until I fear that exhaustion will be the ultimate end of me. I knew better than to run. I knew what would happen, knew that the odds of winning were slim, knew it was only putting off the inevitable. But I couldn't stop myself and now here I am, breathless and desperate, running, running, running in the middle of no where, cursing myself for giving in to a game of predator and prey. I know I could have just said no. I could have rolled my eyes and laughed it off or simply just kept walking along at a leisurely pace, but no, that would've been too easy and after only a moment of hesitation I took off running, fueled by the predatory sounds of your laughter at my back. Branches whip against my face as I hurtle from the trees into a clearing and immediately I sense my mistake because you know these woods and the traps they hold. I can't hear you or see you, but I can feel you crashing behind me and around me and my heart practically explodes from my chest as I give in to the urge and quickly glance behind me. There's a blur of movement to my left and, too late, I attempt to bolt again. You smash into me and we're airborne just long enough for me to gather my voice, only to have it ripped away as we crash to the ground, rolling in a tangle of arms and legs. There's no struggle, no defense or offense to get me out of it. I'm caught, stunned and trapped, and my heart pounds even harder in anticipation. We come to rest in the cool, damp grass by the river and I'm sprawled on top of you haphazardly, my body aching, my lungs heaving with the need to get my breath back. I manage to take in a small amount of air and my vision clears just enough for me to make out the fact that you're not at all stunned. You're watching me, silently. Waiting. I start to ease away from you, stupidly using my hands on your chest to push myself up and you grab me by my wrists and use my own momentum to roll me back until you're on top of me. You press my arms up over my head, your legs pinning my lower body to the ground and I abruptly stop struggling. You stare down at me, eyes wide, nostrils flaring with effort and I track a bead of sweat as it rolls from your temple down the side of your face. It pauses along your jaw then drips into space before finally landing on my collarbone and I can't stop the shiver that rolls over me. Can't hide the pulse of lust that arrows through me. Your gaze shifts down and I clench my jaw as you slowly lower your head. I hold my breath on a whimper, turning my face away then back again as I attempt to avoid your lips and teeth, tongue and hot breath. I pull against your hands on my wrists, going through the motions of getting away even if my heart is no longer in it. Struggling seems silly now, but it's all I have left, the last fine line between giving in and giving up. Of letting myself take and take and take until there's nothing left to take. You make a low noise in your throat then shift your weight just enough to gain access to my neck and shoulder and you take advantage of my moment of brooding to latch on where you know it'll do the most good. You lick a delicate line along my collarbone and over my shoulder, then I feel your hot breath on my neck and I squeeze my eyes shut against the urge to press closer, to beg. You say my name in the softest of whispers and I can't stop myself from opening my eyes and looking up at your face and what I see there is heated and hungry and something inside me clenches and releases. I'm hot and cold all at once, fighting my mind and my body on what's right and what's wrong and I feel what's left of my control slipping away a thread at a time because I know I want it, this, you. Denying it and fighting it doesn't change it at all. Just makes it worth more once you give in and take it. A low moan catches in my throat and I renew my struggles, just managing to force you back and to the side, but then your strong grip on my wrists only serves to haul me over with you and by the time I exhaust myself I'm straddling you with both hands behind my back. Instinctively, I pull against your grip, even knowing there's no point. You're faster, stronger, tougher; I should know, that's how I like it. My gasping breath presses my breasts against your chest and the thrum of desire pulses from my hard nipples to the deep ache between my legs. I squirm closer and a small shudder goes through me at the intimate contact of our bodies. You press your face against my neck, neither kissing nor biting, and it takes me a moment to realize that you're just breathing me in and this time I can't control the shiver. I'm falling slowly, sinking effortlessly without even trying and there's nothing I can do to stop it. Maybe I just don't want to. Maybe I never did at all. You wrap yourself around me more securely and I do my best to remain impassive. You squeeze me tighter and I struggle to keep from smiling a bit smugly. I release some of the tension in my shoulders and my head falls forward the barest of inches and I can smell you, sweat and musk and smoke. I take a breath, my tongue wetting my lips and I squeeze my eyes shut against the tanned expanse of skin on your neck and the throbbing pulse just beneath the surface. I want to take a bite out of you. To sink my teeth into you and mark you, so I lick you almost delicately, then bite down until I hear your breath catch, relishing the warm saltiness of your skin in my mouth. I feel your breath on my ear a moment before your teeth and I resist the urge to jerk away as you lick and kiss my earlobe. You earn a shudder of pleasure from me, a quick intake of breath and just like that I'm melting into you, over you, and I'm turning my head, pressing my face against yours and giving in to the urge to relax against you, not in defeat, but in acceptance. I know when I'm beat, when it's no longer a question of if and when, but of here and now and there's no going back. I lean back a bit, just enough so I see your face clearly and you see mine. You give me a challenging look, your eyes smiling devilishly as they shift to my mouth and your lips part the slightest bit, as if you're willing me to take that final leap. You glance back up expectantly and your body tenses, just in case. I smirk at you then pull at your shirt, pushing and pulling the material until you finally yank it off over your head. I stroke my hands up your arms to your shoulders, then down your chest to your stomach. I reach lower, scooting back and palming the bulge in the front of your shorts, squeezing, stroking. Your intake of breath brings my eyes back up to your face and the feral look in your eyes intensifies the ache between my legs. I reach up, thread my fingers in your hair and yank your head down, my breath painting your mouth as my tongue teases your lips. I lean closer, pressing my mouth fully against yours, and you open for me, your tongue and teeth and lips returning the challenge tenfold. We feed on each other, hands exploring, hips rocking subtlety. I chase your tongue out of my mouth then bring you back in again, nipping and sucking as I rub myself against you. You pull back, dragging your lips over my jaw to my neck, licking and biting a path down, down over my collarbone to my breasts. You pull at the tight material covering my chest and I follow the silent demand and drag my top and bra off over my head. You lick and nip and suck my sensitive flesh and I strain towards you, rubbing my hard nipples against your mouth and my aching pussy against your cock. I ease away from you, shifting beside you until I'm kneeling in the grass by your hip. I push your shorts down and you raise yourself up enough for me to ease them down all the way. I pull your shoes off, your socks, then sit back and stare at you, reclining unabashedly nude on the sun dappled grass by the river. I smile lasciviously then wrap my hand around your hard cock, stroking up and down, fingers gripping firmly and rubbing up over the slick head. I want to taste you, to swallow your length into my mouth, my throat. I want to lick and suck and tease you until you come all over me, in me. I want it so badly I can practically taste it, smell it, feel it. I lean forward, laving my tongue from your balls up your shaft to swirl around the head. I wrap my lips around you, sucking and fluttering my tongue. I moan around you, the salty taste and feel of you adding to the pressure building inside me and I rock my hips without meaning to, wanting you to fill me up and bring me over. I feel your hands on my head, your fingers weaving in my hair then tightening almost painfully. I gasp around you, breathing in sharply through my nose as you urge me closer and I take you in until I feel you hitting the back of my throat. I swallow impulsively, once, twice, then build up a steady rhythm of sucking and licking until you finally pull me off of you. You surge forward, spilling me backwards so I'm sprawled beneath you and you use your grip on my hair to hold me steady as you slant your mouth over mine, your tongue plunging, your lips and teeth eating at my mouth and I can't stop my moan of pleasure as you press yourself between my legs, rubbing, writhing. Your hands are pulling at my pants and I raise myself up, helping you push them down my body. I kick off my shoes, my socks come off with my pants and then you're kneeling over me, between my splayed legs, a look of primal urgency on your face. You push into me but you're holding back, the strain evident in the tension in your body as we watch you sink into the wet heat between my legs. I gasp in pleasure, writhing and pumping my hips as I try to bring you deeper inside me. You stop moving, your hands gripping my hips, pinning me down and I glance up, my breath catching in my throat at the predatory look in your eyes. I slowly, slowly manage to quiet my body, but my mind is racing and I'm sure the lust-crazed edge is mirrored in my eyes. I take a ragged breath in through my nose, and it turns into a shuddering sigh of need as I take in your scent and the taste of you on my tongue and it makes me want it even more. You lever your hips up, and I feel how slick I am around you, feel the length and width of you as you stretch me to accommodate you and I'm panting with it, my nails digging into my palms as I force myself to remain still. I bite my lower lip, my eyes closing as I turn my head to the side, but you quickly bring my attention back to you as you shove yourself into me. You pull out slowly then push back in, taking your time and obviously enjoying it even more as I go mad with it. I want you to fuck me. I want you to hold me down and fuck, fuck, fuck me until I'm incoherent and screaming with it. I want it hard and fast and long and deep. All of it. Now. I ask for more, silently pleading with my sex noises and my hands and my tight, wet pussy fluttering around your cock. You answer with more force. Same slow, measured pace, but now you're punctuating each inward thrust and I can feel you touching deep inside me. We're both watching where we're joined, your hard cock now disappearing inside of me in rapid strokes. My breasts are shaking with the force of your rutting and I can feel you hitting that sweet spot deep inside me, the spot that sometimes mirrors pleasure with pain and I bite back a sob, my teeth digging into my lower lip as I writhe beneath you. You stop moving, your cock seated deep inside me. You relax your arms, easing your upper body down until your chest is pressed against my breasts. You let me take your full weight and reach down to cup my ass, lifting me up, pushing in deeper. I rock against you, my breath coming in pants against your neck as I clutch at your back and shoulders. Then you start to pump into me faster, harder and I wrap my legs around your waist, gasping as the base of your cock rubs against my clit every time you push inside. You thrust into me, as deep as you can get, until you're pressed against the end of me. Then you stop and all I hear is your ragged breathing and the small moans coming from within me. You grind yourself against me and I spasm, my internal muscles twitching as small shocks of pleasure shoot through me. I feel that heaviness between my legs, and I know I'm close. You start to move in and out of me again, a rhythmic push and pull that hits all the right spots and I can't quiet my response as you urge me closer and closer to orgasm. I want to hurry it along, to reach my hand down and stroke myself in time with your thrusts, but I resist and instead ride the pulse of your body moving against mine. It all coalesces, your taste and smell and the firm push of you between my legs and up the length of me, and you bring me screaming, cursing, bucking underneath you, my nails digging into your shoulders. You try to pull back, but I'm wrapped around you, my hips pumping, pulling you in fast and hard and you give in to the pleasure, your hands suddenly in my hair, your mouth against mine. You push into me hard and deep, once, twice then you're moaning your release against my lips, your final grinding motion pushing me over a final time, and you collapse into me, over me. You pull back a bit, drag your lips down, down until you're pressing your face into that sweet spot where my neck meets my shoulder. You scrape your teeth against that sensitive spot then bite down, a low, breathy moan making me writhe against you some more. I'm panting from effort and I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, my blood roaring in my ears. Eventually, you raise yourself off of me, your expression a bit dazed as you peer down at me and I smile lazily, resisting the urge to stretch like a satisfied cat. You raise an eyebrow, shake your head at me then swoop down and catch me off guard with a quick, hard kiss. You slowly pull yourself from between my legs, shifting to the side so I can breathe a bit easier. You collapse half on top of me, your head pillowed against my breast and shoulder. You don't say anything and neither do I and soon I hear your breathing even out and I feel your body relax completely against me. I sigh, my eyes heavy, my body aching pleasantly in all the right places. I caress your wrist lazily, my other hand sifting through your hair and my last thought as my eyes drift shut is how beautiful the forest looks from this angle. Prey Waiting. These long periods of idle waiting really do get on my nerves. There is simply nothing going on then, not a single thing at all. I am just standing around, doing nothing but to wait all the time. And it is not just for a couple of hours, sometimes I have to wait for days, even weeks before something happens. I keep wondering how spiders can cope with this situation, sitting in their webs, motionless, waiting for the prey. Waiting. My brother stands right next to me, and there are other guys around, too. But of course we can't talk; on the watch, all the time, always waiting for our prey to appear. And then it happens: First we only feel that a change is coming, you don't know who's going to be the lucky one, hoping all the time that finally this time it will be you, that once again after all this endless waiting you will be selected, and this growing sensation seams to go on for ages, and still you feel it coming nearer and nearer. Most often it just passes, nothing happens at all, it just goes away, the sensation dies slowly. And you know, it is going to be a long, long time before something like that is happening again. But occasionally you just feel it stopping, sometimes even quite close. Then it's going to happen to some other guy this time. You envy him, try to imagine what's happening there, wish you could be there, in his place. You start to think about your last time, dream about the next time -- and then you suddenly know that it's over, the strange sensation gone, the whole affair is over. Someone definitely has had some fun at least. And then, once in a while, you hit the jackpot: The sensation rises to unbelievable levels, you can't imagine how great this feeling is. And then the roller-coaster ride begins, you feel how you and your brother are being tossed around, feel how it picks you up, feel the crash on the ground, and brace yourself for what's coming next. So hard to describe, how it just slips into you, suddenly fills you from head to toe, starts moving inside of you, stretches and wriggles around, and you feel how you are being fixed to its body, the straps are being tied fast. It is very important to remain calm during these moments, even though you feel yourself bursting with excitement. But it must not realize what is going on, it is too early, it still can detach from you, and this hurts, it really does. So you -- and your brother next to you does the same -- slowly extend yourself into the cover that is enclosing our prey. You try to gain control over the complete structure, feel its weak resistance against you, nothing compared to the resistance it will put up against you if it realizes its situation just now. This time I feel a leather skin that is enclosing my prey's body, feel its surface touching me, and as I very, very slowly extend my thoughts, my own body into this leather skin, I feel how the leather tightly covers my victim's body. I extend my thoughts upwards, feel how my body grows, and after a short while I reach the point where my brother is already waiting for me. He is enjoying this one, but I do just the same. We both have already realized that our prey's body is enclosed in a very tight leather motorcycle suit, and as we both secretly continue to reach up, we are even more pleased to feel that it is a one-piece suit, which will make things easier. And our victim, still unaware of us who have waited for it in the boots that are our bodies and real home, is naked inside the suit -- so it will offer us less resistance, when it really starts. I guess, it will even enjoy it a little bit. A few moments later we have reached its shoulders, I reach down to his hands, can even feel its fingers in the leather gloves. That's an added benefit, for complete control over its fingers can be helpful later on. But the best thing of all is that it is even wearing a helmet, a closed, real motorcycle helmet. That means vision! Great thing, does not happen very often. My brother and I have by now thrown down any resistance the leather suit and the gloves and helmet could muster, these dumb things are no real obstacle, no wonder that they never manage to control their hosts. But we won't be thrown off, and our time will shortly come. Oh, fine, it touches the boots with its leather-gloved hands, moves along the surface of the leather suit up to its crotch, massaging its cock. No wonder it is naked inside of the leather skin, it really likes us. Well, perhaps it really would, if it only knew what is about to happen. Then my brother and I attack, let it feel our power, take complete control over the leather suit, the gloves and the helmet. We feel its muscles working, bending against the strain of our combined efforts to move its body by the leather skin that encloses it completely. It tries to touch the zipper of the suit, we let it happen -- but of course we won't let it close its fingers on the zipper. Helpless it thrashes, moves its arms and legs erratically, it really seems to be quite upset. Poor thing, but soon it will calm down. I try to help a little bit by bending its arm down, press its gloved hands hard against the smooth surface of the racing leather suit, and then start to play with the bulge inside my extended leather skin body. It is a funny feeling, to be able to touch yourself with this glove, and to feel the body inside react to this touch. Its cock is getting hard again, the initial shock of our attack nearly gone. I knew it, it is really going to enjoy the next hours. So without much help I feel how its hands start to rub the leather skin again, and it only takes a short time and I feel something warm and wet between my leather skin and its body dripping down. But it has not finished the work on its cock. And I let it play around freely, even enjoy the repeated wet eruptions. Then my brother positions himself at its ass, and with a well calculated push he moves inside, enters its body. It suddenly wriggles, tries once again to throw us off, but we are everywhere, there is no part of its body not covered by our skin, not under our control. My brother moves steadily, in and out, for a while. He has assumed the form of his original body, a boot that now extends from the inside of the leather racing suit deep into our victim's body. I move upwards, to my place during the next stage: The helmet. I transform the inner surface of the helmet to smooth leather, similar to the leather of my own body. And then I let the toe of my boot-body grow out of the helmet in front of its mouth. Soon I touch its lips, feel how they part under my tender pressure, and then enter its mouth. I feel its tongue, touching the boot, even playing with the leather surface, and then I go down. I feel it choking, its lips widened to the circumference of the boot that now fills all of its mouth and throat, its lips and tongue pressed hard against the leather surface of a boot just like my real, original body. It slightly calms down again and breathes fast through its nose as I move down and down and finally touch my brothers boot-body deep inside our poor, weakly struggling victim. We are enclosing it, we are controlling its movements, we are inside it, and it still enjoys it, even though I sometime have to help its fingers to go on massaging the pumping cock inside our leather skin. It's nice to enjoy these peaceful moments of co-existence, its body working inside us and us inside of its body, moving slowly to give it some sort of pleasure. But it has to end, and so we decide to finish it off. We start to suck at its skin, feel it sticking to the leather skin of the racing suit, and then we let it dissolve, let it melt and be sucked into the leather suit, the gloves and the helmet. We ourself take care of its organs, let the organs be sucked up into the leather surface of the two boots that we have shoved inside of its body. It is somehow fascinating how it still tries to move its fingers on its cock, even after most of its body has been dissolved. Then the motorcycle suit is just an empty shell, nothing left inside, our prey's body completely gone. We feel its presence inside the leather, just as weak as the suit's own presence was before. It is time to go back into our real, original bodies, to go hiding again as boots, just some ordinary boots in a shop. We let the suit step upwards to the place where we were waiting before and then we slowly pull the leather suit inside of us, eating it, making it part of our bodies, just like the helmet and the gloves. And then this endless waiting starts once again... Prey Wandering the cold dark streets alone, boot heels clicking a sharp staccato off the walls surrounding her, Ilena walks, tall, and lithe wrapped in a full-length hooded fur coat that hugs to her curves like a second skin. As she paces methodically down the abandoned street Ilena feels a niggling shiver glide through her senses. Her nostrils flair and she turns suddenly, eyes glimmering in the shade of the hood she wears. Walking with purpose Ilena's heels clicking matching a beat in the distance thrumming into her soul. For some strange reason as she approaches the bar with the wild beat and the warm welcoming ambience she feels a tingling anticipation. Slowly removing her fur coat Ilena hands it in to the coat check and pays her cover. Her body, lithe, and barely concealed by a dress tailored to cling to every graceful curve. Sheathed from neck to knee in a navy blue dress, sequin spangled that glimmers like the night sky as she glides deeper into the throng of bodies dancing in a bumping rhythm to the live band. With coal black hair falling in soft ringlets around her shoulders and face, skin the color of cream, and sparkling eyes a predatory topaz. Her presence making people instinctively pull away and squirm in uncomfortable attraction, wanting to be near her but sensing something sinister behind her eyes. Oblivious to it all Ilena searches through the crowded room her head turning in an elegant swivel to take in everyone present. Ultimately her eyes fall on the one figure she came here searching for. Dominic a dark brooding man clothed in a long sleeved white cotton shirt the tie at his throat partially pulled from his collar revealing the sheer brawn of him by the width of his neck and broad shoulders barely concealed by fabric tugging over gristle. Ilena's eyes linger on him taking in his shape and masculinity. The perfect V from his shoulders to his lean waist caught and captured by a thin belt through the loops of his tailored black slacks. Dominic's black hair cut to a close bristle, his intelligent sea foam green eyes taking in the lithe form of Ilena as she paces forward. Craven need, sparking in her amber eyes, and seeping out around her like a heady fog. From the top of her ebony locks to the sole of her knee high black boots everything about her signals danger to those that don't know her and even for those that do. They come together in the middle of the grinding bump of the dance floor the cadence of the music making their hearts pound in time with the beat. With one tender finger Dominic traces the curve of your luscious jaw and tucks a stray ringlet behind her ear. With a primal growl Ilena sweeps his hand away with one of her own, and whispers through clenched teeth. "I'm not here for that Dominic, You know what I want." Nodding somewhat chagrined, Dominic takes Ilena by the wrist and draws her up the narrow stairs to his apartment above the bar. The crowd making reluctant way for them as they pass confused by the urgency emanating off the seductive couple. Dominic reaches up for the key resting on the top of the door jamb and unlocks the door drawing Ilena inside, her foot deftly hooking around the door as they enter slamming it shut behind them and pulling her wrist free of Dominic's grasp. With one quick motion Ilena slaps Dominic across the face and snarls. "How dare you touch me like that Dominic." Shaking his head sea foam eyes search her topaz glare, the thumb of his right hand gliding along his bottom lip along with his tongue trailing through the blood that her slap drew as his lip collided with his perfect teeth. "You're a bitch Ilena you come to me for one reason and then treat me like this?" showing Ilena the shining droplet of blood on his thumb. Growling softly Ilena jumps at him fingers clawed aiming for his face. With casual ease Dominic catches her wrists before they can damage him, the muscles of his torso rippling. Pushing her back against the door with a hard slam they fall together kissing hungrily. The blood from his lip painting her lips a ruby red their teeth and tongues tangling wildly. Releasing her wrists as her hands relax from their claws Dominic grinds his lower body to hers his erection pressed into her sequined hips. Panting and writhing against the door Ilena lifts her legs to wrap around his waist, hands coming up to tear his shirt off buttons flying in every direction, nails scratching over the dark olive of his skin leaving welted trails as they grind together. Finally her fingers curl around the tie at his throat pulling it apart and letting it fall to the side. Ilena roughly strips the shirt off of him as her feet find the floor, using the leverage she deftly spins from him and uses the cuffs of his shirt to immobilize his arms behind him. Groaning in frustration Dominic tries to fight free of the fabric cuffs but even with all his glistening muscle nothing gives. Stepping in front of him with a wicked grin Ilena pulls the belt at his waist undoing it in two quick jerks and sliding it free of the loops the slacks settling lower on his hips. Stepping closer Ilena scratches her nails deftly through his happy trail that disappears under his waist band. With nimble fingers Ilena undoes his slacks and peels them off his slim hips, in his usual fashion Dominic isn't wearing underwear so his erection pops free the length curving to his belly. A glistening drop of pre-cum sparkling at its tip with the foreskin of his cock rolled back slightly with the building pressure of the pleasure boiling inside his cock. Taking the length of his cock in her hands Ilena softly tugs on it pulling him forward out of where his slacks have pooled around his feet. As Dominic moves forward, he steps out of his loafers, and slacks. His bare feet moving slowly over the cold tile floor only moving to keep up with Ilena as she steps backward avoiding the various obstacles, a coffee table, couch, and end tables. As Ilena reaches her goal she slowly side steps and releases Dominic's cock pressing him face first into an X cross and strapping first his ankles then removing the shirt cuffs and using the cuffs on the cross to secure him there. Stepping to her right there is a small armoire with various pleasure tools. Picking two of her favorites she first steps behind Dominic and strokes her hand softly up and down his length a few times then reaching around his head places a silk blindfold over his eyes tying it tight to block out all his vision. As her boots click on the tile behind him Ilena gently glides the pleasure whip randomly over his skin. Watching his muscles flinch under Dominic's skin a soft purr escaping Ilena with each playful tease. Watching his body tense with each touch of the whip and click of her boot heels Ilena finally stops to his left and swings the whip leaving nice lines of red stripes across his ass. Finding her rhythm she works the whip randomly over his backside, striking along his butt, ribs, quads, and shoulders. Feeling the pulsing beat from the band below through the floor and work its way through her a feral purr emanating from Ilena as she works herself into a frenzied state. Finally exhausted she lets her head fall back the whip falling to the floor and she steps to Dominic. With her tongue she traces every red welt from the whip and working her way lower she kneels on the hard tile and strokes Dominic's rock hard cock from behind with both hands, her sweating cheek resting against his red welted butt. Rising gracefully to her feet hands still working Dominic's cock she whispers in his ear. "God I want you inside me Dominic." Growling back he mutters, "Get me out of this contraption Ilena and I'll fuck your brains out." With that Ilena undoes the blindfold and unlocks the cuffs releasing this bear of a man. Her tongue gliding over her lips tasting the blood from their earlier kiss. Unexpectedly he turns and grasps the oval collar of her dress ripping it down the front sequins flying in a cloud around them, settling to the floor in soft clinks. Ilena's eyes widening only slightly as the dress falls away revealing her curvaceous form, naked save the boots rising to her knees. As his sea-foam green eyes stroke possessively up her body, Dominic lunges at her gathering her up in his arms and slamming her to the bed behind them. With one forceful thrust of his hips he buries himself inside her balls deep looking into those predatory topaz eyes and working his hips back and forth hard and fast inside her. Feeling Ilena's velvet folds draw him deeper, her sex sopping wet with desire and need, Dominic's large hands cupping her ass as he grinds in deep wiggling his hips from side to side as he penetrates her filling and pushing her to climax. Ilena's hands fist into the bed sheets rocking her hips as much as possible in his steel grip. All the pleasure of the evening narrowing to the dick piercing into her needy body and quickly making Ilena pant in ecstasy. Her body bowed to his thrusts all forgotten but that point between her thighs as he grinds into her the head of his cock slamming into her cervix making her groan. Unclenching her fists from the sheets she finds Dominic's forearms with her nails and digs in hard, tightening the fulcrum of their bodies together with pain and lust. Her tongue darts out of her mouth drawing her lip back and biting on it hard, tasting her own blood as it mingles with his. As her head pushes back into the bed she moans. "Oh! Fuck! Yes! Take me Dominic!" With that Dominic jackhammers his hips into her one hand pressing into her belly and thumb teasing her clit till she's squirming and writhing on his cock. He pulls out and Thrusts one more time holding still inside her feeling his cock pulse as he cums with a grunt against her cervix, the fountaining sensation against her center takes her over the edge and she screams body rocking away in wild waves of release. Pulling from her Dominic crawls up the bed and kneels over her shoulders his cock positioned at her mouth. One word tumbles from his lips as the tip of his flaccid cock grazes her lips "Suck". With consummate skill Ilena opens her mouth and slurps the head of his cock into her mouth working her tongue around the salty head tasting his sperm. Ilena runs her tongue under the foreskin of his cock and teases his glans with her tongue tip. Humming softly as she feels his cock harden, she moves one hand up to massage his balls and the other to move up and down the silken wet shaft, her mouth making up the rest of the distance. Feeling her pussy oozing out with their comingled juices she writhes and sucks more of his hardening length into her mouth. Her head and hand moving back and forth bringing him back to full attention, Ilena's fingers massaging his balls feel them harden as she slowly pushes up harder with her head Dominic reaches behind her head and helps her deep throat the whole of his cock. Working her throat muscles around it she begins to bob her hear once more slowly building his pleasure. As his head falls back with her free hand she teases her nails down the crack of his ass and feels him thrust into her mouth. Finally he starts to work his hips again pumping wildly into her throat. With her body tingling and the heels of her boots digging into the bed she releases his balls and grabs his ass hard Ilena's mouth working effortlessly along his cock. Feeling everything tensing up for another explosion Dominic removes his hands from Ilena's head and leans back on one arm. His body glowing with sweat and lean muscled perfection closing his eyes Dominic cums in a convulsive grunt, his body quaking in ecstatic release, pulling free of Ilena's mouth he falls to his side exhausted. Ilena shifts and spoons into his back their almost naked bodies fitting together perfectly as the drift off to sleep.