she appreciates his vigor more than he’ll know— not often did she allow someone to just take her…….. be handsy. but exceptions could be made. besides, daphne who finds pleasure and joy in all sex, very much enjoys the endless battle for top. distantly the door closes, she hears it, but isn’t registering much besides —— m o r e, more, more. the moment is electric and she falls into it. into them. his body moves fluidly with hers, and daphne is moaning…….. oh god, is she moaning. audible mewls of pleasure do not go unvoiced in her moments of raw ecstasy.
backside presses feverishly to his, surrendering control momentarily. ( not a easy task for her ) “ holy fuck— ” lips part, stretching into a shaky o, nipples perking ……. alert. neck; a weak spot. she arches it, longing for the heat of his mouth and the attention to her skin. “ fuck that. ” with a large inhale she’s shifting gears. body is alert, sensitized, but she wants more ……. now. she back steps, before turning around and forcefully pressing him into the nearest wall. her form collides into his just as rough, ravenous. hands slip under his shirt, ripping it off, pressing palms to the bare skin of his chest. she’s laughing though, joyously, skillfully placing her lips to his. she kisses him— laced with beautiful uncaged lust. free hand reaches out to her side, clearing the nearest surface for them, a helpless side table. it would have to do. books and pottery tumble to the ground and she parts from him momentarily …….. sitting on the table and grabbing him, pulling him to her, while she works at his pants. lips pulled into a smug smile.
He still doesn’t know who this woman — this interloper in his room is, but Hunter is very glad she fell into his lap. A brief lapse in thought makes him wonder that maybe this was her room, and he’d got in by mistake, but whatever the reason they’ve been thrown together, here they are, his hand cupping her tits, staking claim to them. It’s not long he gets to paw at her like this though, be the one in charge, in the lead, before she’s pressing him up against the nearest wall. Something goes flying — breaks — maybe off the coffee table nearby but do they care? Not in the slightest.
A laugh ricochets off the walls and it’s hers, his, both of theirs together, his shirt flying the same way the object they knocked off the table. There is a kiss — Hunter is rarely one for that, especially in the heat of the moment but he’ll allow it, welcome it here even. But only because it lets him press his fingers to her jaw, slide a hand down to her throat and squeeze, a tease of what is to come. More items are flung from a table, and this time Hunter leans back, letting her do the work, heaving as she releases his hard cock from his pants, a drop of precum leaking from the slit, a swell of anticipation rocking his chest. He has it bad for her, alright.
