Problem
08-17-2014, 12:59 AM
Her shakes and shutters were like a drug, her scent and heat like a toxin. They were getting high off each other, using each other to build themselves up. Hawkeye over there was the first woman that he had felt that she might be on his level, the first real challenge to live up too. All others melted at his paws, were clay for him to mold, but Hawk? Naw, she was a cut above the rest. Her breathy words were hardly heard at all, and he watched with interest to see what her move would be, how she would try to pull them even higher. She was drawing this out for sure, a game of cat and mouse if you will. Hawk's nips made his head extend upwards, giving her full access to the places beneath his chin. Her bites were getting harder, until she sunk her fangs into his shoulder. A hiss was sounded as the pain mixed with his building pleasure, further feeding that flame. Her soft licks covered it after, ice after the fire to soothe it, yet it brought more of his attention to the wound. Grunting he rolled his shoulders forward, enjoying the pain of it as he pushed harder into her chest, his tongue gently caressing her face. Not even a single tooth would graze her pretty face, which made him chuckle. He was playing with her, hoping that she would feel disappointment in the soft touches, only to build her right back up with his next movement. Pushing against her he left her front, brushing his left side against her right with a bit more force than she had. Curling around her rump he looked up, hoping that her eyes met his as his jaws opened wide, clamping shut over the left side of her rump, putting his teeth in quite deeply. Winking at her, he squeezed harder before letting go, lapping up the blood with slow movements as it ran down her back leg. The wound wasn't too sever, but enough that the blood would run for a few moments. |