The Predatory Glance

This is my first submission to this site.

I have been here for some years, enjoying the different short stories.

My native language is Danish and not English, so at some places my grammer may be off, but i hope you'll forgive me and try to enjoy the story!

Stifling a small yawn behind the covers of my drink I let my eyes roam the room; a small room packed with people. I'd been invited by some old acquaintance I've had a few years back. Luck would have it that we met earlier that day, and he had invited me to this party later. Something about him being promoted, and he was sorry we hadn't stayed in touch. I tried to get out of it by saying I had a thing later, but he pressed me and finally I caved in.

Luckily I did, though my luck didn't set in till late in the evening.

God I was bored. The party was a mix of his colleagues and friends, all seeming pretty boring to me. He did a good job as host though; walking between the different groups, grinning and smiling. Making sure everyone was having a good time. He had noticed how I'd distanced myself from the others, as if I was looking for an excuse to leave early. So when next he came towards me, he was leading this absolutely gorgeous blonde. She had a look; a slight, startled look as if he was leading her to a pack of lions, seeing their first gazelle in days.

There was tinge of trepidation when she looked at me, and I felt a thrill at seeing her fear.

My "friend" told me how he knew her, but I was barely listening. My eyes were taking in the beauty before me, drinking in the sights. She was wearing a dark dress without shoulder straps that went down to her knees where it flared out. It showed off her curves that were feminine, yet subdued in a way that I found highly sexy.

Her hair was flowing down her back, a few inches below her shoulder. And her eyes; I could drown in them. She had the clearest dark-blue eyes, as if I was gazing down into the depths of a pond, wondering if there was anything at the bottom that could save me.

All through my scrutinizing gaze she stood there. And yet she couldn't help but admire me as well, standing 6''4, in a dark, almost black suit with a black shirt, open at the top showing off a bit of my chest.

During our silent exchange, our friend had left us, seeing our looks – my own predatory glance roaming her body, and hers as the gazelle both scared and yet drawn towards the predator – he had decided to let us at each other.

To be honest I can't remember much of the party. It went by in a blur, almost dream-like state. Me and the blonde – who's name I found out was Maria – had found a small secluded corner – or at least as secluded you can get in a small room stuffed with people – where we sat chatting about both of our lives. Apparently she was now working with Phil – our mutual acquaintance – In his new job. As far as I gathered she had something to do with middle-management.

Throughout the evening I couldn't take my eyes off her, and as such the next time I glanced around the room, a lot of people had already left.

My predatory eyes searched out hers again, and I smiled gently. "It seems the party is dying out. Would you like to continue our... 'Conversation' somewhere else?" Her eyes widened in fear and a little lust. I waited like that, for what felt like hours, but was more like 30 seconds.

She bit down on her lower lip and her eyes betrayed her; now just radiating lust.

Needing no further explanation I stood up and extended my hand, which she – thankfully – took. Leading her through the almost empty apartment with my hand at the small of her back, we said our goodbyes.

Leading her down the stairs and out into the dark and cold night, I put my arm around her, leading her to the street where I hailed a cab.

We got into the backseat and I gave the driver my address, while she remained silent throughout. The cab started out down the street, soon taking us through the inner part of the town, bathing us in the light of nightlife. Extending my right I gently place it on her knee. I see her take a small breath, but otherwise showing no sign of emotion. My index finger slowly ventured down on her inner thigh, just over her knee. Rubbing her smooth skin with gentle circles of my finger, that never strayed higher up her thigh. We sat like that in silence until the cab stopped by my apartment complex. I paid him before we stepped out into the night again.

Putting my arm around her, I gently let my fingers gently rub her skin through the thin dress, all the while leading her into the building, up the stairs and finally into my apartment.

Dropping any pretense as to what we are going to do I lead her to my bedroom. I turn on the light at dim, so the room is still darkened, but we could see each other. I walk her into the middle of the room, enjoying the sight of her standing in the dim lighting, cascading off her dark dress.

Walking up behind her, I place my hands gently on her naked arms, rubbing the silky skin gently. Moving my body close up behind her, I bend my head forward and plant a gentle kiss on her naked shoulder. A slight tremor passes through her body, as she presses herself back against me.

Taking my left hand up I drag her hair gently over her left shoulder, leaving her neck vulnerable to my hungry lips. My lips travel from her shoulder and up to her neck, letting my lips, teeth and tongue gently caress her skin. A soft moan escapes her lips, and it sounds like angels singing to me.

My left hand slowly glides down from her shoulder, griping the zipper to her dress on her back. While I continue my gentle onslaught of kisses to her neck I pull the zipper down.

As the zipper is pulled down, her dress loosens enough that it falls down her body, lying in a pool around her ankles. As I had expected from my earlier inspection of her body earlier, she wasn't wearing a bra.

Turning her around I press her gently but firmly back against the wall. My body presses itself against hers, enjoying the feel of her curves pressing against me.

Raising her chin, I seek out her gaze with my own. Holding her eyes I finally move my lips down and kiss her. It was electric. I don't know what it was. If it was her lip gloss tasting of strawberries, or if it was the slight submissive whimper, escaping through her lips. I just wanted her.

My hands dart out, seeking hers and grab them. I move them over her head, stretching her body, without breaking my kiss.

I could have kissed those lips forever, as I could have looked into those eyes forever. After a few minutes I withdraw my lips, breathing heavily in both need and intoxication of her. I pull my body a few inches back from her, to inspect what I had to work with.

She was just so sexy in that moment: Her eyes were glazed over by a cloud of lust, while she was gently biting her lip. Her chest was rising and falling, together with her deep breathing. My eyes could help but wander down, inspecting her full globes. They were fantastic; sagging just a little bit, but still looking firm as ever. They were dotted with dark, needy nipples encircled by dark areolas an inch across.

Up over her head, I move her hands together so I can hold them with my left hand, while my right hand glide down her body, exploring.

My fingers gently caress their way down her arm, in slow circles. They finally reach her shoulder, gliding down the front and teasing her collarbone until they find their way up around her throat. Holding her gently like that, I move my lips down and kiss her again, drowning in the ecstasy; reveling in her soft lips; her soft moans finding their way out between our hungry lips.

My hand continued its searching; continuing down from around her throat, down over her chest, moving towards her left breast.

I pull away from her intoxicating lips yet again, knowing I'd most likely lose my mind from the urges she has awakened in me.

She held my gaze for a while, before looking down and following my fingers gliding across her chest.

I let my fingers tease the tops of her breasts, rubbing the soft swell, before gliding into the cleft between them. My fingers continue their voyage down, and onto her taut stomach. Letting my hand find up I cup her breast from beneath her, griping the soft flesh between my fingers. An intake of breath followed by a deep moan, is how you show your neediness of my fingers, manipulating your flesh.

I knead the soft breast gently with my fingers, until I slowly lower my head towards your breast.

An expectant moan leaves your lips as my own lips travel down your chest. Finally they arrive at your breast and all I do to start off with, is gently blowing against your nipple that is now standing out straight, and aching for a caress.

Finally I can hold my hunger and need for your taste back and I lower my head onto the soft skin. I let my lips, teeth and tongue roam over the soft swell of your breast, licking, kissing and gentle biting. But; I do not touch your nipple; not yet. The soft whimpers escaping your lips, urges me on. I crave those whimpers, and I want them to sing for me!

Finally I let my tongue find the dark skin of your areola, surrounding your nipple. Teasing the skin I circle your nipple, ever growing closer. You thrust your chest out, begging me to finally take it in my mouth, but I just continue my teasing, moving my head together with your body.

Until I give you what you have craved for minutes now; I engulf your straining nipple with my lips. Sucking it insistently in between my lips, I let my teeth caress the sides of it in my mouth, all the while my tongue has started drumming over the tip of your nipple.

I am rewarded with my first full moan, escaping your lips. It is followed by a series of lower moans, each brought forth from my tongue hitting the tip of your nipple.

Sucking a bit harder on your nipple, I pull back, until it falls out between my lips, shining with my spit in the dim light. It is thrust out, still begging for attention from my mouth. But I deny it, its pleasure.

Instead I ease my head over to your other breast, to give it the same treatment as the first.

Withdrawing my head slowly from your breasts, I enjoy the craving groan starting in your throat, until finding its way out between your lips. You thrust your breasts out after my retreating head, begging for more.

My head find up and I kiss your lips yet again, reveling in the taste. During our kiss I let my tongue dart out between my lips, gently licking your lips, until you yield and open your mouth, giving me access. My tongue finds your tongue and they start twisting and turning in the wild need we both feel. Pressing my body harder against yours, I start grinding myself against you, groaning against you.

I pull back a bit, leaving you breathing heavily with your eyes closed. "Spread your legs." You open your eyes at my command and I can see how they're glazed over, in your obvious need. You spread your thighs before me, and I gaze down, looking at your mound through your thin thong.

I let my hand slowly glide down your stomach, teasing the taut skin on my way. I reach your waist and start playing with the waist band of your thong, letting just the tip of my finger find down on your mound – shaved clean, except for a small stripe showing the way – and gently rubs it in slow, lazy strokes. You close your eyes at the feelings that my single finger is producing. I withdraw my hand to your obvious dissatisfaction. I instead move my hand downwards, hovering just over your pussy. Then I let my hand fall down on your pussy, spanking it gently through the skimpy material of your thong. Your eyes widen, as my hand connects and you instinctively close your thighs around my hand, although you open them again at my insistent look. Pulling my hand away from your pussy I gently let it spank you again.

I continue spanking your pussy through your thong, and enjoying the whimpers and moans of pleasure I'm pulling from your body. I can easily detect your heat and moisture through your thong, each time my hand connects. Soon your thong is basically dripping your juices and you're breathing deeply and moaning in time with each spank against your pussy.

I finally I stop and you look towards me with a bit of hope, that I'd finish you off now. But I just pull you with me – rather roughly – towards my king size bed. Pushing you down on your back, I pull you up in the middle of it, with your hands at the headboard. Before you got time to react, I cuff your wrists to the headboard, effectively stretching your body out beneath. I cast an appreciative glance down over your body, before slowly working my mouth down your body; I start at your lips, and working my gentle kisses and licks down over the soft swell of your breasts, down over your stomach, until I finally reach your thong. The scent of your juices is strong and I feel intoxicated by it, just as I was from your lips – if not more.

Pressing your legs together, I push them up in a 90 degree angle and grasping the waistband of your thong I pull them up over your shapely legs, and then throw them away. I let go of your legs, and as a willing victim, you spread them down on either side of you, giving me a nice view of your pussy, glinting with your juices.

Working my way down I lay down on my stomach between your thighs and look directly at your pussy. Looking up I notice how you blush, under my scrutinizing look. While holding your gaze I gently start kissing your inner thighs; letting my lips work gently up and down your thighs, from mid-thigh till just a few millimeters from your pussy lips. Whenever I switch thigh, I let my tongue or lips caress their way across your mound, just over the top of your pussy lips, until they find down on the other side.

After the longest minutes of your life, you utter your first words, since we left our friends apartment; "please". I look up at you with a devilish grin, and gently blow against your pussy lips, sending a tremor through your body. "Please, what?" I ask before letting another current of air leave my lips, and to caress your pussy lips. "Please.. Continue..." You can't get the words out of your mouth. I just continue teasing your pussy lips, knowing you won't be able to cum just by the soft caress of air. "What do you want me to do..?" An impish grin crosses my face and I blow particularly harder against you. This pushes you over the edge; "Please lick my pussy!" you almost scream out. "With pleasure" I state, before letting my tongue find out between my lips, and initiates its attack on your pussy with a long slow lick, starting from the bottom of your pussy, just over your butt, and up over your entrance and clit, until I end at the small of your mound.

A deep guttural moan escapes you, as – finally – my tongue is touching you where it matters.

I let my tongue delve in between your pussy lips, seeking out the hood, still covering your clit. I let my tongue gently caress it, until your clit peaks out at me. Putting my tongue against it I start making small circles, which your hips follow, trying to move me where you want it a lot.

Putting my arms around your thighs, gripping them; holding them in place; I continue eating your pussy.

Throughout my licking one thought is coursing through my brain, just one thought: "God you taste like heaven."

Letting my tongue glide down from your clit, I form a point and I push it into your pussy, enjoying the tightness enveloping my tongue. I make slow circles, teasing the edges of your entrance, until I press my tongue up, giving your clit another go.

Letting my lips envelope your clit, sucking it into my mouth, I gently start hitting it – gently – with my tongue. With each hit, your hips jerk a bit, almost begging more.

I finally lay the tip of my tongue flat against your clit rubbing it. And then I start to hum, starting in my throat the vibrations course up through my mouth, into my lips and tongue. The small vibrations together with the suction and steady pressure of my tongue against your clit, soon has you moaning and screaming; "Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh God! Please don't stop! PLEASE DON'T STOP!"

I can feel the cramping in your body, and just as that I move away, just when you're tethering on the edge of orgasm, I move my head away, and place my hands on your inner thighs, holding them open, so you can't close them and try to force an orgasm out.

You're almost crying in frustration, small whimpers of frustration escaping your lips, while your hips and rocking back and forth frantically, trying to find some way to come. You look pleadingly at me, but I just smile at you, enjoying the power I have over you, and knowing that you know I have the power. God; what a rush.

When I'm satisfied, that I know you won't be able to cum now, I move off the bed, letting you close your legs, still trying to force the orgasm to surface.

Standing by the bed, enjoying how you're still twisting and turning I slowly undress myself, as if I had not a care in the world; un-tugging my shirt before un-buttoning it. Then folding it correctly and place it on a small table, knowing that every second that you're held away from orgasm, is pure torture to you.

When I turn back your gaze roams my chest, with the coarse hair sprawled across it.

Opening my pants I push them down together with my boxers, letting my cock spring free. A small gasp escapes you, as you're now looking at the tool, that's going to make you cum – or so you hope.

Folding the last of my clothes correctly and placing it on top of my shirt, I crawl into the bed with you again.

Kneeling between your spread legs that are thrusting their hips up towards me, begging me, urging me to take you and make you cum.

I smile down at your frustrated it groans and leaning down over your stretched body, my mouth finds yours again and I kiss you deeply. You kiss me back with lust and hope for more to come, while I lean forward on my arms.

Reaching down between our bodies, I grasp the hilt of my cock and slowly moving it down between your spread legs, rubbing up and down the cleft between your pussy lips. And then I wait, yet again. I can see the sweat beading on your forehead, from the lust your feeling and the frustration.

"Please fuck me." No hesitation this time, you're past trying to be respectable, and have admitted to just wanting to be fucked.

Grinning to you I move my head down and kiss you again. At the same time my lips touches yours, I lunge my hips forward, forcing my cock into your spread pussy. You moan deeply against my lips, while I groan back, from exertion, in forcing myself in; having only buried half my shaft in the first push, I continue slowly, but never-stopping, forward. Finally I'm in to the hilt, enjoying the silky feel of your pussy walls, enveloping my cock, squeezing it from all angles.

Raising myself up on my arms, I look down at you as I flex my cock inside you, making you gasp gently and then moan in ever-torturing-agony, as I slowly pull myself out. Only when it's the very tip that's inside, I press forward, this time reaching bottom in one thrust.

I continue like this, slowly. Pulling out gently, before thrusting myself back into you to the hilt.

Looking down at you, I can see your conflicting emotions; yes I'm fucking you and it feels good(!), but I'm not doing it hard or fast enough for you to be able to cum from this.

"Please fuck me harder; I want to cum! Please!"

Grinning down at your pleading eyes, while continuing my slow strokes in and out of your quivering pussy.

Finally I get enough of this though, and bottoming myself into your pussy I lay down on you, enjoying the feel of your skin against mine. My right hand finds down and grips your buttock in a steel grip, holding you up towards me. Raising my head just above yours, barely an inch separating us, I pull out and slam myself home, into your pussy. A deep moan escapes your lips, and I start to ride your pussy; pulling myself out quickly, just to slam my way back in. Each time I hit bottom, my balls push up against your ass, teasing your tight rosebud. Holding your gaze all the while fucking you, I start to utter my own deep groans.