THE HUNTER'S PASSION (MATURE)

I threw all my caution to the wind and gave into the animal instincts that I was feeling. Wasn't that what he had done the other night?

I grabbed the lapels of his suit jacket and pulled him to me. Well, closer to me since he was already right there and he was already touching me.

I dragged him down to me though, until I could press my lips to his. The feeling of it was like a memory coming back to me from a long time ago. My lips remembered him just like my body had remembered him. That spark of desire, that flooding of juices at my core was almost instantaneous. I could feel the need and the want growing within me. And the closer he pressed against me the more I could feel it growing inside of him as well.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and used that leverage to pull myself up onto him. I wrapped my legs around him just like I had envisioned myself doing. This position I was in now managed to press my throbbing core against his quivering erection.

Dammit, I needed this more than I had thought I would. And this pace we were moving at just didn't do me any sort of justice. I needed it to move along faster, I needed to feel him again.

He pressed my back against the wall and deepened the kiss until my mind went blank. I didn't even register at first that he was unlocking the door we were standing right next to. I didn't register at first that he took me inside that condo and slammed the door shut behind him.

The only thing that I did register was that he had set me on a glass table that was just inside that door. With our lips still locked together we frantically started to help each other out of our clothes.

Jackets, shirts, shoes, pants, everything was being shed as quickly as they could be. Though Kyle had proved reluctant to break the kiss just so that he could get my shirt off me, so instead he opted for ripping the fabric away from my body instead.

I had a brief moment to think about the fact that it was a nondescript t-shirt and that I was happy that I hadn't worn something that I truly liked. Then, however, he was already pulling the thin pieces of fabric that was my bra away from my chest. Once my breasts were exposed and he was able to grab them his fingers went to work, pinching and pulling at the nipples and the mounds.

Kyle used that hold he had of my chest to push me back to the table. I jerked reflexively when my back hit the cold surface but the heat Kyle was throwing off above me more than made up for this slight issue.

Once I was laid back against the table Kyle fitted himself against my opening with no warning at all. He was hot, hard, and ready to go. That was fine with me, I was more than ready and dripping with anticipation.

He thrust forward then, his huge, hard shaft piercing through me like a sword into a sheath. I felt like I had just found something I didn't even know I had been missing.

Why? Why did my body long for him so much?

"Ahh, ngh, ahh." I moaned again and again at the feel of him pulling himself out of me only to ram hard into me again. This was like heaven and hell at the same time. It felt so good, so perfect that it was nearly heavenly. But there was nothing holy about what we were doing with each other and that feeling of something that was just a little wrong made me want this that much more.

Soon, though, I was left without the ability to think at all. His pounding thrusts were driving me insane. He had my knees hooked over his elbows as he stood above me, ramming in and out of me over and over again.

After a little while, Kyle leaned over and flicked a tongue over my right breast before he latched onto the nipple and sucked on it hard. I felt his teeth scrape lightly before he bit down gently but firmly.

I had been putting my hands on his shoulders right as he bit down on my breast. That sensation mixed with the pounding pleasure between my thighs caused my hands to lash out, to reach forward toward something to hold onto. They found their place along his back where I dug my nails into his flesh. He let go of my breast momentarily as he groaned with a voice filled with pleasure and pain.

He repeated his previous motions but on my other breast this time. I likewise scratched my nails across his back again as the pleasure I was feeling reached its peak.

I felt my body growing tighter and more sensitive, I was approaching the abyss of pleasure and would happily welcome the mental oblivion. I felt Kyle harden even more inside of me as my body began to squeeze him even harder. We were both getting there, we were both almost ready to fall over the edge of that peak.

A few moments later, a few thrusts later and I was once again coming while screaming his name. This time, however, he tilted his head back and growled my name into the empty room.

"KYLE!"

"Jacy."

I had thought that things were going to be over after that, that we were going to separate. But no. We were both panting but we were still connected. That was when Kyle slid his hands under my bottom to lift me from the table. He held me close to him and carried me to the bedroom while his shaft, that was still hard as stone, was still being held firmly by my body.

I thought briefly that the place looked oddly familiar, like it was my apartment only backwards and decorated differently. But I couldn't concentrate on that much because with every step Kyle took his erection shifted inside of me and made me want to moan again.

Soon we were in the bedroom, which was set up just like mine but this king sized bed was covered in dark stormy grays instead of my dark blue. Kyle walked to the bed until his knees bumped the side, then he crawled forward, still holding me.

Gently, oh so gently, Kyle laid me on the pillows. From there he proceeded to take me over and over again until I was too exhausted to continue. I fell asleep with his arms still wrapped around me and my wolf happily panting from the excitement. All the while, the rational me that had been buried was screaming at me. The rational me was calling me an idiot. The horny me was telling her that she had missed out on a good thing.