Page 40 of Hunt Me
Fuck that’s so sexy.
She giggles slightly and I begin to question if I accidentally said that out loud.
I can’t help myself. It must be something to do with her expression, the way she’s looking at me like she wants to combust with me. I drink her in just the way she is me. Her hair wet and less matted than it was before as it cascades down her shoulders, the length long enough to frame around her perfect breasts. My gaze roams across her body, and I’m drawn to the hard peaks of her nipples. As if following my gaze, Fauna brings her hand up to cup her breast, moving to roll the tip between her fingers and pinch it tight.
A moan that sounds far too much like some form of a growl comes from my chest at the sight, and I step forward.
But that’s all I do, the look on her face earlier flashing through my mind and bringing me to a halt.
What if she doesn’t want me to touch her? Maybe all she wants is me to watch.
If all this beauty wants me to do is watch, then watch I shall.
Fuck I’d do whatever she asked of me at this point.
Watching Fauna’s body move as she continues to moan and squirm in pleasure, my eyes trace further down her lean body. Down to where her other hand is occupied at the apex of her thighs.
Fuck.
Me.
She’s playing with herself.
Is this why she was moaning? Was my mischievous little deer rubbing her needy pussy whilst I was a couple of cubicles down?
I’m a man transfixed. I don’t think I could look away even if I wanted to. The way her hips sway with her need, thrusting into her fingers as she lets out a moan.
My dick pulses as I watch her.
The thought hits me — I cannot, under any circumstances, cum just from watching her touch herself. She would run for the hills if I stand here like an dafty spurting my cum on the floor at her feet.
Slightly ashamed, I turn to look away, but Fauna’s dissatisfied sound has me stopping to connect my gaze right back with hers.
She has released her bottom lip, now slightly pouty and vulnerable as she looks right at me. Then her hand comes up reaching between us, her glistening fingers outstretched to me. The challenge in her fiery eyes taking on a whole new meaning.
My steps are quick as I close the distance between us, drawing her first two fingers into my mouth before I can think.
Sweetness envelopes my taste buds and fuck me it’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted.
I could get drunk on her.
Fauna gasps as I suck her fingers into my mouth. I don’t care if I seem a bit crazed to her because I am. This beautiful woman is making me become all types of crazy and I’m not in the least bit mad about it.
Her fingers comb through the longer strands of my hair, and I feel her nails scratch at my scalp as she fists my hair, tugging to make me look straight at her. Red tinges her cheeks, and her pupils are completely dilated. Bursts of panted breaths leave her plump, parted lips adding to the lust-drunk haze Fauna has going on, and I wait for her next move, what instruction she might have for me next.
I can see the moment she gathers her courage and makes her decision, and seconds later, I’m greeted with the pressure of her palm on my head.
Oh, thank you to whatever force, spirit, or god that put this woman in my path, because I’m about to be on my knees worshipping her, as if she were the most precious thing in the universe. Because you know what that isexactlywhat she is.
I follow her silent command and drop to my knees in front of her, not wasting a second before I flatten my tongue against her centre, tasting her in one deliciously slow lick.
Fauna moans, gripping my hair and lifting a leg to rest on my shoulder. I grip her ass holding her firmly in place.
I pull her calf further onto my shoulder and plunge my tongue deep into her pussy feeling her walls constrict around me.
My beautiful girl is close.
Not wasting a moment of her pleasure, I pull her other leg onto my shoulder so that I am the only thing anchoring her, stopping her from falling.
