Le appetite (part 7)

[pi****]

“I, ah… don’t drink.” For the first time in a long time, Geneva didn’t know what to say. This wasn’t like her usual “hunting.”
While he did smell nice, there was no scent trail to follow, no widening of the eyes or heavy breaths. She felt normal, not at all like a cat in heat.
“That’s okay, I don’t either haha. What about just to talk? I have movies and a couch.” His smile was a bit disarming, even if he did come off a little odd.
“Where’s your place?” Geneva really couldn’t help asking, even if she was still a little skeptical about going.
“About a block from here. It’d be like you never even left the area haha.” What did he even mean by that, she wondered, but something about his smile was kind, and so she agreed.
Steven’s place was modest to say the least. Clearly a man’s territory. No matching throw pillows or decorative table lamps here. His living room held a single couch placed directly in front of a large flat screen he’d mounted on the wall just above an Xbox and a modest collection of DVDs on a small stand.
“Some bachelor pad.” She couldn’t hold back teasing him a bit, though she wasn’t sure why she felt so prickly toward him.
“Hey, it’s mine.” Steven relented with a lazy shrug. “…Here, have a seat,” he said as he ushered her over to his brown sofa, which was surprisingly comfortable to her. And he wasted no time squeezing himself in next to her. With his arm placed strategically over her shoulders, she could smell his deodorant. He smelled like fresh rain to her now.
“So what were you doing at the club all by yourself?” His curiosity was natural, but it made Geneva feel as though she were under a spotlight.
“A girl can’t just dance now?”
“Of course she can, especially when she looks like you do…” Steven let out a pretend sigh that made Geneva smile wider than she was comfortable with.
“Especially when her partner dances like you do,” and she gave him a little poke in his chest.
Steven pretended to be hurt while placing his hand over his heart, the place she poked him. He then raised his eyebrows and said playfully,
“So you liked that, huh?”
And she giggled.
“You know, I could… show you again?” he said seductively as he leaned in closer to her.
But what did he really have to show her but the parts of herself she didn’t want to see? The parts that were needy, hungry for something yet unexplored. She watched his lips closely as he spoke, and his words fell like small drips onto her psyche. A feeling she rarely felt grew deep in her chest. Did she have room for something this big? Between the random night hunts and emotionless sex. She decided she wanted it. She wanted his touch.
“Maybe you could… show me again?” she asked wide-eyed, giving Steven the faintest glimpse of the girl inside.
He said nothing else. Taking her round dumpling face in his hands, he placed his lips on hers. A kiss that would inevitably seal his fate. Geneva melted under the heat of his touch. And as he lowered her onto the couch, she began to want him inside her so much more. His muscular body leaned over her, half of his shirt unbuttoned for her to see the slight curls of hair on his chest. His lips were soft like butter, and she felt she couldn’t wait any longer. He had to want her just as badly.
Her hands moved lower to unbutton his jeans and loosen his belt, but before she could, he was between her thighs, hiking her dress up past her hips. Finding no underwear between him and her wetness made Steven even hungrier for a taste of her. Expertly he lapped at her clit, sucking tenderly between licks. Geneva would cry out with every little tug. Softly he took two fingers and placed them just outside her throbbing cunt. First one, then two, they entered her lovingly as he continued to lick and suck the swollen lips of her pussy. Geneva felt every ridge and bump along the way, cooing and crying for more all the while. He continued until she began to cream all over his fingers.
When she had come, she felt she needed to taste him more than ever. Would his cock be hard and creamy like she imagined? She was delighted to find he was. Steven leaned back in his seat, waiting for a return on his efforts.