Hunter’s lips tasted sweet, like whisky and sun-warmed cherries. His skin felt like velvet, tender, comforting, and inviting me to explore further. Our mouths collided in a passionate exchange of tongue and breath until I pulled back, my body trembling as he continued to caress my lips with his. Together we created a secret world that only the two of us could access; and in it, we kissed our worries and troubles away.
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He shook me. Hard. His skin was ice cold. I swallowed and then tasted him. Hard and salty. His thighs trembled. I licked and sucked, exploring him inch by inch with my tongue until he let out a low moan, pulled me to him and groaned, “Hunter, oh God, Hunter.
He tasted of a mix of sweat and sex, that mix of masculine desire that begged to be explored, savored and consumed. With each flick of the tongue, Hunter’s heated depths threatened to overwhelm me and consume me, a perfect harmony of fire and pleasure.
He tasted of love- thick and sweet- clinging to every corner of my tongue and making each taste bud quiver and ache. His lips on mine were like electric fire, pressing hard as he took my breath away. His touch was a dangerous dream and his kiss a gateway into pure, wild pleasure.
The cold, dimly-lit room was a playground of debauchery, stimulating all of my senses. Hunter grasped my hips tightly, his lips on my neck, sending shivers all over my body. I let out a deep moan as he entered me, our bodies merging together like never before. I hesitated for a fleeting moment, before giving into the burning desire that drove us to this risqué encounter.
He glanced across the barroom, eyes locking with Hunter’s, and it was an undeniable force that drew him to the dark-haired, muscular man. He was determined to make him his, and without a word, he moved closer, reaching out to caress Hunter’s body as his tongue brushed over his lips. His dark desire will take them both down to an underworld of exquisite pleasure.