Day 8: Q - Hunger Part III

Why would I fight it? She's impossibly beautiful and her presence is incredibly intoxicating. I found myself just walking towards her without question and it felt so good, so right, so perfect. 

“That's a good boy” she purred, “Let's sit in the living room and chat about all the wonderful things that might be going on in your mind.” 

My mind was racing at that moment. She turned to lead me to the living room and I couldn't help but steal a look at her from behind. An hourglass figure. Tight hips that trailed into a very plump ass and toned, slender thighs. My type by a mile. The Raven hair stretched down here back to the top of her butt, sides shaved with swirling, glyph like designs across them. Sharp facial features work almond shaped eyes. Her feet were narrow and cute and so graceful the way they naturally arched as she stepped one after the other. 

She took her seat, or should I say, she flowed into it and tapped the cushion next to her. “Sit with me Mr.?”

“Droven. My name is Droven. I should've mentioned that first heh heh. You're Maera, yeah?” I managed to get out passed the lump forming on my throat.

“That I am. Nosey one aren't you?” She said it in a very playful way but it still had some weight behind it. 

“Yeah,” I said taking my seat. “Sorry again for eavesdropping on you. I meant nothing by it.”

“No worries, it all worked out. Besides, I was meaning to come talk to you, it was just luck you happened to be heading in my direction.” 

I could feel the flirting behind each word and I was hoping I was holding my own. It has been so long since I'd done anything like this. 

“Lucky me, I guess,” I said with a smile. She returned it with one of her own. It was incredible. She had perfect teeth and full pouty lips to frame them. I immediately felt my blood pressure rise and I was instantly hard. I love a big smile on an impossibly beautiful woman.

“I'm going to go out on a limb here,” I said with as much courage as I could, “You're too beautiful and way too sexy to have stumbled upon my boring self. What's the deal?”

“You wound me,” she said as she feigned insult. “Can't a girl just want some innocent company with a nice boy?”

“I meant nothing by it. I just don't tend to attract your type is all I meant. It's a little overwhelming.” I had to admit that. It was a half truth but true nonetheless. Staring at her, her face rose into a teasing smile. She shifted slightly and it tightened the dress around her upper body. Her breast showed completely through the black silk and I could see her nipples were hard. She had angled her head to look up at me. I wanted so much to feel how smooth that skin was beneath her night gown. 

Almost on cue she fluttered her eyes at me, “What're you thinking about Droven?” 

I had just realised I hadn't said a word in a couple minutes, instead I was examining her in every detail. With a brave tone I steeled my nerves, “You, obviously.”

“And what about me” she purred.

“Honestly?” I replied staring deep into her eyes.

“I'd have it no other way,” she said with a lewd gaze almost reading my thoughts.

“I want to slip you out of that little black number and fuck you until I have no energy left to stand,” I blurted as much as stated. A short pause that felt like years passed between us as she examined my resolve.

“Hmm, I have to say, I didn't read that on you when I first saw you. First impressions are everything and I had you pegged as more of a, oh how should I put this, a beta male. A lesser of you will.” 

I wasn't surprised, after all, I didn't put out much positivity in the world these days. I puffed my chest slightly and removed my tie, I had been in the best shape of my life and wasn't a slouch. “I'm sorry to disappoint you then. Forgive me.” I mocked a deep bow on the couch and that drew a smile from Maera. That smile drove me crazy. 

“No need to apologize, Droven. I'm the one who should say sorry. Making a terrible assumption like that. However, words are only words without action and meaning behind them, you know.” I felt that lump again. I fought extremely hard to keep my composure and play it cool. But her next sentence took it right out of me as she leaned forward to climb on top of my lap, straddling me with her strong legs. I could feel her inner thighs grip my hips and her plump bubble of an ass sink into my lap onto the bulge already at its peak. She put her hands on my cheeks resting her elbows on my chest as she leaned in close to bite my bottom lip. Hard. Staring deep into my eyes, into my soul, she whispered to me “Action and meaning, Droven. Prove me wrong. Fuck me until I belong to you.”

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Prompt: A misunderstanding because of a bad first impression.