Her nails slide though her long red hair. Dreamlessly her eyes peer from under the locks.. Shewas somewhere else. Her movements were slow and controlled as she let her left leg slide off ofthe edge of the table as the other was curled to her chest. She was clad in his shirt and nothing else.. A half lit cigarette in her fingertips..He watched as it was brought to her lips. Watching asthe butt touched those full pouts just one too many times. He turned his head. Looking anywhere every where but at her.
He licked his lips and shrugged lightly. Afraid to talk and break her quite spell that held him there with her. He shook his head and caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of his eye. She was looking at him. Those hazel eyes devouring his soul right there. He winced though he tried not to. He kept thinking to himself as he stared into those hazel orbs “she is a mean eater...” His buddies warning kept ringing in his ears. “No way...No way could that beautiful thing be such a monster!” But now.. Now he could see something in those hazel eyes that was not there before..Or maybe it was but he chose not to see it. A hunger.
She smiled and he smiled back.. Softly. A smirk really tugged at those beautiful and cruel lips of hers. Oh her lips.. His eyes couldn’t help but to drift downward.. Over that seemingly innocent form. So very round and soft god.. How.. No. He closed his eyes and shook his head. Another upon her list. A notch in her belt. He wondered how many women he had done that way.. And this was the first time he was ever placed upon “The List”. She had lost interest in him and went back to her cigarette and left him to his own thoughts. She cared not what he thought. Hardened beyond what the world or men could ever dish her. She smirked to herself as she read him like a book. Slowly it dawned upon him that he was the expendable one here. That soon he would have to get dressed and leave her house and go to his bed. She flicked the ashes off into the tray beside her. He was a challenge and she accepted it gladly. Nothing makes her pussy twitch than a challenge and a good one at that. She slowly pulled off his shirt and tossed it at him.
That snapped him out of his thoughts as he looked at the shirt then back to her naked form. A little arch touched his brow. He stood slowly pulling the covers off of him. Thinking it was odd how many times he had tried to prolong this moment. To get her to snuggle with him but her excuse of the cig was valid he knew. He pulled his shirt on first then went about finding his other clothes. She watched him silently. She loved the silence.. Nothing but the burning of her cig and the sounds of cloth against skin. Those hungry hazel eyes locked onto him.. Watching him every moment of the way.. A slight tilt to her head.
Finally he had to say something as he buckled his belt back into place. He turned and found himself lost. His mouth opened to say something.. Anything.
“No” She beat him to it and he was confused a moment.
“No what?”
“No you cannot call me” She smiled..the same smile that before had caught his eye.. Now it seemed to rip at his heart.
“But I..” Lost.
“No.” Her voice was barley over a whisper this time and he winced.. “No to every other reason you can come up with.” She put out her cig and leaned back slowly crossing her legs.
He was caught between the urge to run and the one that tells him to try harder. His eyes never left those legs and the smooth shaven spot just in between. How.. How could she be so evil, this innocent, giggly, woman-child become this? His tongue darted across his lips. He could still taste her there. He sighed deeply.. Somewhere he thought he should have known when he saw her rings.. Two perfect circles of silver though her diamond hard nipples. Even now his eyes dipped down to them. He wondered if she even really enjoyed his light tugs and playful flicks of his tongue.
She shook her head letting her hair settle upon her shoulders and cascade down her chest. “Forgotten where the door is already?” Again her brow arched and she smiled.. Acid sweet.
“No I just...” He felt he should answer.. But how? How do I tell her that I want to stay? That I want to be here. That I want her again? “Just what?” Again with the innocent look he found so appealing in the beginning. She could feel him crumble more.. And she purred. A shiver ran along his spine and he stepped closer.
“Please..” He would beg for anything at this point. God he was already hard again. He loved that purr.. And wanted to hear so much more of it.
“Please what?” She stopped.. And just looked at him. That same dreamless hungry gaze.
She wasn’t a man eater.. She was an addiction all onto herself. “I want..” He reached out to touch her leg oh so gently with just his fingertips. “Want what?” She saw him coming and with a little smirk she lifted her legs just out of his reach.. But giving him a little glimpse of hell. Of the shaven mound that his hardness so wants to invade at the moment. She loved it.. And it took a lot not to purr at the moment in the face of his weakness. What a challenge he was.. And now, now he was broken in her eyes and what is more fun than playing mind games with something like him?
“I want to..” His voice trailed off as his eyes slid down her legs and he gasped softly. Want..oh please. He was willing to beg at any given moment should it help him. Beg, fight or whatever for just one more time. It cannot end like this. Not with her.
“You want what?” She slid her fingertips up her legs as she settled them over to the side away from him. “Oh.. You want to go again?” She slid onto her knees and leaned over. Her fingertips barely ran up the length of his hardness though his jeans.
“Oh god please!” He leaned into her touch and arched his back some. Chiding himself silently for being so eager..
She stopped a moment just to see what he would do.. And he stepped closer chewing upon his lower lip some. Reached for her at least twice, and she batted his hands away. He bowed his head and sucked upon that lip and at that moment she touched him again.. Slowly sliding those fingertips up and down his thighs. Crisscrossing across his zipper more than once, making him moan softly. Those dark cupid bows twist just at the edges into a smirk. He closed his eyes and leaned into her touch.. Wanting so much more than what she was giving but unable to even speak his wants out loud.
