Unspoken Hunger

The flickering candlelight danced across her bare skin, illuminating each sensual curve. The soft glow cast tantalizing shadows, accentuating the dips and swells of her figure in the most alluring way.

Her eyes smoldered with unbridled desire, locking onto him with an intensity that set his blood ablaze. They were the eyes of a seductress, promising untold pleasures and unspoken temptations. He felt himself getting lost in their smoky depths, drowning in the heat of her gaze.

She was a goddess, a vision of primal erotic perfection, and he was utterly ensnared. Never had he seen a woman so breathtakingly beautiful, so radiantly sensual. She was the embodiment of every fantasy he’d ever had, every secret longing made flesh. In her presence, he felt weak with desire, helpless to resist her charms.

He drank in the sight of her, his gaze roaming hungrily over the swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips. Every inch of her was pure temptation, an invitation to sin. His hands ached to touch her, to map the contours of her body and lose himself in her heat. He yearned to feel her soft skin beneath his fingers, to taste the sweet nectar of her kiss.

“I want you,” he whispered, his voice a rough growl of pure, animal need. The words hung heavy in the charged air between them, a raw confession of his deepest longing.

She rose from the bed in one fluid motion, all grace and sensuality. Her steps were slow, deliberate, each one a promise of the pleasure to come. She stalked towards him like a predator, her eyes never leaving his face.

When she reached him, she pressed her body against his, soft curves melting into hard planes of muscle. Her lips found his in a searing kiss, her tongue delving deep to taste him. He groaned into her mouth, his hands fisting in her hair as he pulled her closer.

She nipped at his bottom lip, soothing the sting with a swipe of her tongue. “Then take me,” she breathed against his skin, her voice a seductive purr. “Make me yours.”

His control snapped. With a low growl, he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed. He laid her down on the rumpled sheets, his body covering hers as he claimed her mouth in another scorching kiss.

His hands roamed her body, mapping every curve and hollow. He cupped her breasts, thumbs teasing her nipples into stiff peaks. She arched into his touch, a breathy moan escaping her lips.

He trailed his mouth down her neck, her collarbone, the valley between her breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. She tangled her fingers in his hair, holding him to her as he suckled and nipped.

His hand slid down her stomach, over the smooth skin of her abdomen. He dipped his fingers between her thighs, groaning at the slick heat he found there. She was so wet, so ready for him.

He stroked her slowly, teasingly, his fingers gliding through her folds. She bucked her hips against his hand, seeking more. He obliged, slipping one long finger inside her tight sheath. She clenched around him, her inner muscles fluttering.

He added a second finger, pumping them in and out of her in a steady rhythm. His thumb found her clit, circling the sensitive nub. She cried out, her head thrashing on the pillow as he worked her closer to the edge.

“I need you,” she panted, her nails raking down his back. “Please, I need to feel you inside me.”

He couldn’t deny her. He positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock nudging her slick folds. With one powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt in her welcoming heat.

They both cried out at the sudden fusion of their bodies. He stilled for a moment, savoring the feel of her tight pussy gripping him like a velvet vise. Then he began to move, withdrawing almost completely before plunging back into her depths.

She met his every thrust, her hips rising to take him deeper. The wet sounds of their coupling filled the room, mingling with their harsh pants and moans. Sweat slicked their skin as they lost themselves in the primal rhythm of sex.

He could feel her walls starting to flutter around him, her body tensing as her climax approached. He doubled his efforts, driving into her harder, faster. His hand snaked between their bodies to find her clit, rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves in tight circles.

“Come for me,” he commanded, his voice a dark rumble. “Let go and come for me.”

With a keening cry, she shattered. Her inner muscles clamped down on him like a vice as she came undone. The feel of her pulsing around him was too much. With a hoarse shout, he followed her over the edge, his cock jerking as he spilled himself deep inside her.

They collapsed together, their bodies still joined. He gathered her close, pressing soft kisses to her sweat-dampened skin. She hummed in contentment, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his back.

In that moment, wrapped in each other’s arms, they were perfect. Two halves of a whole, complete in a way they never had been before. The world fell away until there was nothing but their mingled breaths and the slow, sated thrum of their hearts.

He knew he would never let her go. She was his now, his to cherish and protect and pleasure for the rest of their days. And as he drifted off to sleep with her soft and warm in his arms, he couldn’t help but smile at the thought of all the dark, erotic delights still to come.

© Seductive Poetry