Hunter's Dawn, Silent Prey

The alarm hadn’t gone off, but the insistent tugging at my thigh was a far more effective wake-up call. Sunlight, pale and hesitant, filtered through the blinds, painting stripes across the rumpled sheets. Chris was sprawled out beside me, his back arched, a low groan rumbling from his chest. He was a mountain of muscle and warmth, even in sleep, and the scent of his familiar musk filled the room. My own body felt strangely tingly, a low thrum of heat building beneath my skin. It wasn’t just the lingering effects of a late-night online chat session; this was something else, something primal and insistent. I recognized it instantly – the telltale sign of a sudden, overwhelming surge of lust.

I shifted slightly, pulling my nightgown closed around myself, a futile attempt to contain the rising tide of desire. It was like trying to hold back a flood. The feeling intensified, radiating outwards from my core, a burning invitation that demanded immediate attention. I knew, without a doubt, that I needed to explore this sudden, potent longing. It wasn’t a conscious decision, more like a surrender to an irresistible force.

I reached out, my fingers tracing the outline of his erection, a monumental length that dominated his lower abdomen. It was hard, rigid, and undeniably present, a stark contrast to the relaxed curve of his body. He hadn’t even stirred, still lost in the depths of sleep, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing within me. Gently, I began to explore it, my fingertips tracing the ridges and valleys, finding pleasure in the sheer size and density of it. The heat intensified, making my skin prickle with anticipation. I couldn’t wait any longer.

With a silent movement, I rolled over, placing my weight on his chest, my hips aligned with his. The contact sent shivers down my spine, and a fresh wave of heat washed over me. My hand moved downwards, reaching for the tip of his penis, and there, nestled in the folds of his skin, was the source of my desire. It was exquisitely textured, smooth and sensitive, and as my fingers brushed against it, a gasp escaped my lips. This was exactly what I’d been craving.

I began to stroke slowly, deliberately, savoring the sensation of his arousal. The rhythmic movements sent waves of pleasure through my body, building in intensity with each passing moment. He shifted slightly beneath me, his breathing becoming heavier, more labored. The heat became unbearable, and I felt a desperate need to release it, to lose myself in the overwhelming sensation.

As he became fully alert, his eyes fluttered open, focusing on me with a mixture of confusion and arousal. He pulled me closer, his arms wrapping around my waist, his fingers digging into my hips. “What is it?” he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. I didn't answer, just continued my ministrations, drawing him deeper into the throes of pleasure.

With a swift, decisive movement, I shifted his position, rolling him onto his back. Now, my hands were free to explore the full expanse of his body, drawing his attention to the sensitive areas beneath his arms, on his chest, and along his sides. The anticipation was almost unbearable, and I felt a powerful urge to lose control, to let the pleasure consume us both.

As I rubbed my pussy up and down his horizontal shaft, my fingers found their way to his navel, a particularly sensitive spot that sent shivers of delight through my body. The contact was electrifying, and he let out a moan of pleasure, his body arching in response. It was an instinctive reaction, a primal urge to please, to submit to the overwhelming sensation.

I shifted my weight, bringing my body closer, my hips pressing against his. The air crackled with electricity as we locked eyes, both lost in the moment. I shifted him once more, gently, carefully, until he was in a missionary position, facing me directly. Now, I could fully experience the pleasure of his touch, the feel of his body against mine, the heat of his breath on my skin.

My fingers, now fully engaged, began to explore his penis with increasing intensity, teasing and tantalizing, pushing him closer to the brink. I moved slowly, deliberately, savoring each touch, each caress, each moment of connection. It was an act of pure, unadulterated pleasure, a release of pent-up desire.

As the waves of pleasure began to build, I felt a powerful urge to lose control, to let go and embrace the moment. I pulled him closer, my lips meeting his in a passionate kiss, our bodies moving as one in a frantic dance of lust and desire. The world around us faded away, leaving only the sensation of his skin against mine, the heat of his body, the intoxicating scent of his musk.

With a final surge of energy, I plunged myself deep within him, our bodies locked in a desperate embrace. The pleasure was intense, overwhelming, and utterly consuming. I felt myself losing control, surrendering to the intoxicating sensation, letting go of all inhibitions, all restraint.

As the climax approached, our bodies began to tremble, our breathing becoming ragged and shallow. The heat intensified, reaching a fever pitch, and then, with a final, explosive release, we both let out a collective gasp. The world spun around us, filled with the echoes of pleasure, the lingering scent of desire, and the undeniable feeling of connection.

Chris, panting and sweating, rolled us together, bringing us back to the missionary position. He pulled me close, resting his chin on my chest, his hand stroking my hair. "That was incredible," he whispered, his voice hoarse with pleasure. I didn't answer, just leaned into his embrace, savoring the lingering warmth of the moment.

The sounds of rifle blasts echoed through the woods, a reminder of the day's events. But for now, none of that mattered. We were lost in our own private world, a sanctuary of pleasure and passion. Bambi could wait. Tonight, it was all about us. As he continued to caress my body, his touch growing more insistent, more demanding, I knew that this was just the beginning. The night stretched before us, filled with endless possibilities, endless delights, and the promise of even greater pleasure to come.

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