Catching the Taste cont. (Lobos) - Mina's Home and Studio

She pulled out her keys and unlocked the door without turning from him.  It opened onto a set of stairs led up.

He followed, walking up directly behind her. A hand drifted over the curve of her behind, expressing an appreciation of her figure. He gave it a playful slap as they climbed.

She squeaked softly when he slapped her behind. And as they got to the top of the stairs, she opened another door, tossing her things to the side as she entered. She didn't go far. Just enough that he could enter behind her and close the door. She turned to face him, eyes catching his.

"So what do you have to show me, lovely."

He chuckled darkly.

"Ladies first. Wow me with how you are unlike any other. Show me how much you can take."

He kind of liked how aggressive she was. But she had no idea what she was asking.

She smiled a small smile that told him that she knew something he didn't. She stepped closer, her hand coming up to run lightly from his chin, up his cheek, and through his hair. When her hand reached the back of his head, it stopped, tangling with his hair.

"So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee."

The words whispered across his lips just before she kissed him. And he felt the desire for her, to dominate and control her, to do dirty and naughty things to her body flare.

She grabbed his hair and spoke some poem and then kissed him. he had been interested in what she was saying, suddenly he felt something else. he felt.. the need to control her, to own her, to subdue her.

One hand went into her hair and the other around her waist again. but this time he did not pull her gently. He clutched her to him, forcing the kiss longer, to hold and stay. Suddenly..he needed her and he was not going to let her go till he got what he wanted.

She moaned as he gripped her close, loving the strong feel of him. The hand in his hair stayed there, while her other hand caressed the arm holding her. Feeling the muscles. And perhaps happily enjoying the fruits of her glamour.

The hand in her hair moved, letting her go briefly to slide between the panels of her shirt. they moved too fast down and the buttongs holding then together fell off instead of popping, as if cut.

But his hands were not finished. The same thing happened as he grapped at her pants, but now, she could feel what happened, his nails somehow had become longers, claw like and he used then to cut through the cloth like it was butter. And to strip her quickly.

He was growling now as both hands pushed the pants down her hips and picked her up, urging her legs around him as he angled to take her someplace to lie her down. A bed would work, or a couch, a table, a cabinet.

He had to make her his.

She could buy new clothes. She obliged him by wrapping her legs securely around his waist, holding herself up as she continued to kiss him. And it really wasn't all that hard for him to find one of the plush couches. As they moved, she bent around him, unzipping her boots and dropping them and the tattered remains of her pant legs to the ground.

She didn't seem to notice the claws. And she smelled ready for him.

He growled even deeper and something went over his face but he seemed to resist. He dropped her to the couch and pulled off his shirt as if it was nothing, unzipping his jeans and pulling them over his hips to stand over her naked. He was good looking enough, but without the scars across his chest, he would be even better looking.

And then letting his hands move across her even as he slipped up against her, his body sliding up against hers, his skin young and well formed,

She watched him hungrily, her eyes flowing over his skin. She didn't mind the scars. In fact, they seemed to attract her more. She reached for him as he reached for her, her smile almost feral in it's need.

He did feral. There was nothing subtle or elegant as he covered her body with his, his chest pressing against her as he moved against her. Rafael's mouth found her and his teeth caught her lip, biting lightly and then letting go to continue the kiss. His hands, rough and strong moved over her sides, touching her soft pliant flesh, follong the curves of her hips, the softness of her waist and then up of ribs and the furver soft curves of breasts.

They played there for a moment, till they felt her nipples harden under his finges touch and then moved up, onto her arms. His his slowly rolled against her, letting her feel his need and pressing against her. He was a decent lover and knew how to give her pleasure, but he was there for another reason too. He needed to claim her.

She moaned into his kiss, not wanting subtle. Not wanting elegant. She got that all the time from other places. Tonight, she needed. So as his hands played across her skin, her finger nails scratched along his back. Soft at first, then harder. Exploring to see how hard she could scratch.

She arched under his hands as they reached her breasts, then she mewed softly as they left, her legs gladly opening to the roll of his hips. Tonight, she needed to be claimed.

He growled harder as she scratched his back. Growled and arched into her hands. He was finde with any reward, any fight, any encouragement she wanted to give him. Oh, she could scratch quite a bit, harder than she knew. She got flesh and got blood even if she scratched hard enough. But when she got to the point that others would be hurt or even complaining.. he did not.

He felt her legs opening and he moved differently, moved so to push at her entrance and then fill her. He went a little slower, mostly to feel her fully. His mouth moved from hers to her neck, nibbling and biting softly as he filled her.

Her nails finally drew blood as he filled her, her mouth opening as she loosed a loud moan. Her legs wrapped around him, holding him deep inside her for a moment. Her muscles contracted around him as she arched into him, pulling him deeper within her. She had said she wanted all that he could give her, and she had meant it.

He groaned lightly to feel her holding him. She pulled him deeper and he wentm moving all the way till his hips met hers. If she wanted him all she would give it all to her. That was the last time he would be soft and tender with her, the last time he would give her time to collect herself. now was the time for more. he answered her growl and suddenly pulled out most of the way only to fill her again harder, with enough force to drive her into the couch, his hips actually driving into hard. A little blood caught in her nail and he caught the smell, his blood, her sex, all so ripe and ready.

Now he thrust harder and harder, faster. his arms moved to over her shoulders, catching her as he thrust, giving him more traction, keeping her body from moving away from him, keeping her close. His mouth went from her neck to hers again, biting her lip, enough to draw blood. In his eyes, as he tasted her blood, there was a glint of something more. a hunger.

She wasn't fighting him. She was just moving with him, pushing closer and pulling him deeper. She growled, fingers digging into his back. She was loving the way she was being used. And as he bit her lip, drawing blood, her growl rose in pitch, and she bit back. Though her teeth did not do nearly as much damage.

Her fight, her matching him was something he hadnt expected. So few could be the animal he could be. She had no idea how much of an animal he could actually be. And he wouldnt show her. But he was unleashing some of the passion he had to keep hidden from so many, all but his sister. Giving this strange woman more of his heat than he ever could. He had no idea why, why her, other than she wanted it. But he did not hesitate or mind, not yet and it felt good to just let go.

He was driving her now, driving into her. the more she fought him, the more she gave him, the more he could unleash on her. He suddenly growled a sound only barely human. he pulled away from her and tuend her over... and mounted her. Like an animal. His mouth when to the back of herthroat and his hands grabbed her wrists, holding them and he continued. Claiming her.

She squeaked as he turned her, but that was the only sign of surprise he got. She could push into him more, take more of him in her. And as he grabbed herand held her, lips on her spin, she growled. She arched under him, giving him all that she had.

His teeth dug into her neck, not to drink, not to do actual damage though he was digging in enough to hurt. He was.. throating her. And his hips pushed into her, his cock moving hard. there was a little of a trmble in him now, a need to conquer her, a need to finish the claim. this was not about giving pleasure anymore. it was not about being a good lover. it was about making her his. About taking her and marking her, as the animal that was inside him told him to do.

Harder and harder he thrust faster and faster, though there was a slight trmeble in his arms now, not weakness... but need. he was getting close.

She mewed under him, giving him everything he needed to stake his claim. She took all of him, her cries of submission growing in passion. This was no longer about her. Not this time. This was giving to him. Taking his primal needs into herself.

He continued his finger digging int oehr flesh where he held her wrst. She could swear those were not the nails he had on the street. he was building to a climax, building to a need, so fast, too fast.

There was no grunts and only someone paying attention would realize he had stopped breathing at some point. He was not concentrating he way he normally did. he was thinking of one thing and one thing along. he pushed into her harder and a strong shudder went through him. he groeled harder and bit a little deeper into her neck.. and then his body seemed to go into a series of convulsions. there was no release of liquid into her, not grunting only a slowing of his thrusts, still going, till theywere one.. more..thrust.. and he stopped on top of her, suddenoly remembering to breath hard.

She took his weight, took everything thathe gave her. And when he was done, she shifted slightly so she could comfortably lay beneath him for as long as he needed.

"Usted es amante magnífico."

He shook his head and shifted off of her so he could look at her. now he winced as he put his weight on the badly scratched back. but it didnt stp him and he lay there next to her on the couch.

"Y tú eres un mentiroso dotado. I know as you know.. it was quick and hurried. No...true joy.. all need."

She shifted to curl on his chest, though she did not weigh much, so it didn't hurt too much more.

"We both had need. Need can be magnificent."