"Kiss you?" He questioned, his voice gravelly and full of barely controlled rage. "You go from screaming for help to pleading for me to kiss you?" Tentatively, he laid his free hand on her slender neck, cupping the already offended flesh to press her fully down onto the bed. Slowly, he lifted his body from her full frame to instead rest his weight on his knees as he straddled her thighs. For a moment, he leered down at her as though stuck in the midst of mentally debating his next move.
"I can't help that you scare me." she frowned cautiously choosing her words. "I don't know you Honey. You won't tell me who you are." she explained in a soft reasoning voice. She found the feel of his hand laying on her neck lazily, restraining but not hurting her, oddly relaxing. As she noticed the hard line of his lips slowly curling into a devious smile, she couldn't find the good sense in her aching head to panic.
She felt the cold steel barrel of the hand gun move slowly from her temple, down over her cheek to trace the out line of the jaw. She was surprised to hear the involuntary gasp of surprise that escaped her lips as he ran the still cocked 9 mm over her lips experimentally. Though she knew she should be terrified, she found her lips parting as though they had a mind of their own. As he pressed the barrel into her mouth, she was shocked and horrified to realize the sudden fluttering of her heart had nothing to do with fear or indignation.
"Mmm..." he groaned deeply, as he watched her long curly lashes flutter heavily over her wide confused eyes. "I would not have guessed that." he said honestly, realizing that her sexual tastes ran a little darker than he'd expected.
"What?" she managed to murmur, as he essentially forced her lips to perform oral sex on a loaded cocked weapon.
"Nothing." he smiled amusedly, not wanting to question the sudden quickening of her breath, knowing that she would probably shut down if asked to analyze and discuss her reaction to the gun. "You know..." he breathed, moving his hand away from her throat, only enough to allow the gun to slip from her lips, and the front site to lightly scratch its way over her chin and down the smooth line of her neck.
His body tightened as a soft gasp of pleasure slipped from her still parted heart shaped lips. "If me pointing a gun at you makes you want me to kiss you..."he continued, skillfully hooking the spaghetti strap of her slip with the hammer of the gun to ease it seductively down her shoulder. Careful not to allow the steel to lose contact with her body. "I can't help but wonder what this..." he rasped, his voice full of heat, as he made a slow path from her shoulder to her full round exposed breast. Curiously, he made slow lazy circles round and round her heavy pert breast. The cry of desire that tore innocently from her lips, as he pressed the muzzle down atop her hard eager nipple was almost his undoing.
Despite herself, she was powerless to stop herself from arching her back. She couldn't for one second explain what was going through her head as she pressed her breast harder against the cold steel barrel of the gun. All she knew for sure was that the muzzle of the 9mm seemed to be a sooth the sudden throbbing of her nipple as hollow barrel scraped the sensitive flesh teasingly. "Please." she found herself whimpering, though she had no clue exactly what it was she was pleading for.
"What does this make you want me to do to you?" He questioned teasingly, amused and aroused by her loud raspy sighs and whimpers.
"I don't know." she panted honestly, barely noticing as he removed his weight from her completely to lie on his side next to her. He cheek resting on the palm that had been holding her compliantly to the bed. "Just don't stop." she pleaded breathlessly, feeling as though she'd drop off the edge of the world if his attention were to cease.
"I should really be offended..." he teased, as he lifted he head from his palm to slip the other strap free of her shoulder. "You seem to like my gun more than you like me." he laughed, dragging the gun down her abdomen over her hip and thigh to catch the hem of her slip and tug it up, giving him a full view of her tanned toned legs. Careful to keep his fingertip between the trigger and the trigger guard, he forced the 9mm lightly between the v of her clenched thighs.
"That's not true." she panted, clenching her thighs closed tightly. She didn't want to feel the quickening of her heart beat or the moistening of her panties as he began to work the barrel in slow sensual circles against her woman hood. As she felt his lips pressing seekingly against her nipple and his tongue begin to flick attentively over the sensitive flesh, she couldn't stop her hands from reaching for him.
"I think you're lying." he teased blowing warm air onto her damp nipple expertly as he pressed the gun harder against her pulsing pussy. His breath caught in his throat as she dug her long manicured finger nails into his shoulder and forearm. He began to move the gun faster against her, hardening to the brink of near explosion with each of her soft eager whimpers.
"Please..." she panted, instinctively grinding herself against the solid pressure of the gun against her. She felt her body tensing nearing the edge of passion. She was helpless to do more than cling to him as waves of pleasure washed over her.
"Good girl. That's it Baby." he breathed against her skin as she began to writhe and buck wildly in the throws of completions. Her cries filling the room also filled him with an odd sense of hope. He stilled next to her until her breaths began to slow and calm, stilling after such an intense build up of exertion.
"You're bleeding." she sighed lazily, staring at the 3 small scratches her vicious nails left on his forearm. "I'm sorry." she frowned her concern, closing her eyes lazily, not wanting to analyze the embarrassed blush that was creeping up to color her cheeks.
