JackJonesHull Posted 23 hours ago He could barely catch a breath. Her words had stymied him, her tone planted yet more confusion in his already fuzzy mind. But a slow realisation had been creeping up, sidling in from the part of him that was still thinking clearly. This had all been a carefully constructed trap! Her curtains left open so he could unwittingly observe her, he had been baited in and caught. Previously he thought himself the predator only to discover he had been the prey. A delectable raptor had him in her claws and at her mercy. It was mercy now that he sought. She watched his thought process flash through his eyes. The deep cogitation and calculation tick tocking with every blink. Then she knew, before she saw his hands grip tighten around his now fully erect cock, the foreskin pulled back, she knew she had him. Control in this moment was absolute. Now she found her body reacting to the circumstances. The flutter felt in her chest had meandered downwards, a dull heat was building as if a soft breath was being used on embers. A smile was growing within her even if it wasn't necessarily upon her lips. She lowered herself back onto the sofa to prevent her drumming heart forcing her there. Her power was undeniable and she revelled in it. He watched her closely as she descended catlike onto the worn brown leather of the sofa. Her robe still hanging open revealing the lingerie beneath. Despite his anticipation of something terrible befalling him he couldn't not notice the way her breasts rose and fell as she took breaths, how her pale skin moved over the effortless muscle beneath. There were marks and scratches there which didn't detract from her, her imperfections made her only more desirable. To see her so close was an unexpected bounty even if he may never see another day. His eyes drew her own, he was observing her, evaluating her, judging her physically. She could see that his desire, his lust, would overpower any terror he might have felt. He was truly lost to her now without ever knowing her. How simple is a man? But her own simplicity owned her. She knew that his desire only fanned the burgeoning flames within her. Perhaps they were both lost in this instant. It was as if a warm wind blew through and broke the mood in both of them, not that they consciously noticed. His hand was now slowly moving around himself, thumb and forefinger a tighter ring rising up to the head and then down again. She watched him breath now and saw it ragged in his chest. His imagination of her body clearly filling him. He watched her hips unwittingly gently rocking upon the leather. Her imagination obviously taking over her. ... To be continued (if so desired).
JackJonesHull Posted 36 minutes ago Author 7 hours ago, RavenLoveYEG said: Pretty good Thank you. I appreciate feedback. I can only hope I continue a decent standard.
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