thunderous heartbeat demanding to be calmed. That familiar feeling that there was happiness once more in her life came in confused half realized flashes and the knowledge that if she stepped through that door that her life may never be the same again loomed like an eagle eager to strike.
The living room was filled with candle light, half burned down from the hours in which he had been out. The faint plume of wild flowers and carnations softened the romance inducing charm of this style. The windows were clean and shot a quiet view of the earth-bound stars of traffic lights, cars and street lamps that filled the metropolis. Red velveteen curtains hung like the border to a marvelous play;
introducing the world as a shining spectacle.
No music... just the sound of wind pressing against the window pain,
howling like a madman to come inside. Eric sauntered beside her watching her smile innefibly and slowly raise like a child that sees only the gift she is given and nothing more. "It's beautiful.." she half whispered still gazing through the glass.
"But none so much as you Lydia", she turned her gaze to him staring at his
lips... at his words. "If time were all I had; and these stars were my only peace- my mind would tear in shame that I was never to grace such wonder as you."
"That's so pretty..." she said thoughtfully. "And not one word a lie..." he pulled off her jacket tossing it past one of the lamps. He circled her like a shark eyeing her up and down... like his prey. Like his meal. Each step softened in the maroon carpet and as slowly as any feline would be to be unnoticed, threateningly almost.
He stopped behind her, both hands symmetrically tugging the dress straps down her symmetrical body.The light chill came to her still looking through the window. "Hush sweet woman... I am going to ravage your body...." the humor in his voice was undeniable, "so no worries."
She felt a tingling rush delve deep ithin heras he stroked a ribbon along her panties, between her legs. From side to side gently carressing the walls of her vagina. His face massaging into her thigh and ass before his fingers would scratch down her legs equally.
His teeth pulled at her underwear pulling them down a side at a time until they reached her knees. He tied the ribbon around her panties tightly to bind her legs. Lydia let out a gasp of shock turning her head to the man just slightly out of her view. He stood behind her pressing her hands against the window with his own. She could see the reflection of his face aching in wanting. She could feel his hardness pulse between his slacks along the small of her back. The toying thrusts of need rubbing against her and his hot breath heating her neck.
He bit her neck kindly as air rushed out of her body, his hands like animal paws grasped her breasts. She could feel the weight of his body pressing against her as she tried to not fall into the window. Growing weak from the thrill. Biting, clawing, the frenzy of what are nails and what are teeth. Standing in those heels bent at the knees she muttered in soft moans for more or less of what was going to happen. She needed it though and craved it like her body needed the breath she clung to.
He pulled off of her as he knelt down, his hands grasping the sides of her body from the knelt direction. The luke warm coolness of his tongue spung into her, lapping at the fountain that had been building and pooling within since five o'clock this afternoon. His hands dug into her haunches as he fed on her. Voracious and wildly needing and greedy for sustanance. The tongue circling within her and thrusting.
Nearly falling she clung to the curtains as he swept the feet from under her catching her in his arms. The faint glint of her waters sparkling along his face. Half parted pouting lips needing more bent to kiss her again.
He lifted her to the couch and sat her up. She inhaled as she spoke, "what now Eric?" she smiled lustfully pressing her fingernail to her teeth.
He removed his shirt button by button and removed both coat and garment at once; sliding them off his shoulders backwards.