TITLE: HUNGER
AUTHOR: NIKA
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: PLOT, WHAT PLOT?
DISCALIMERS: THEY BELONG TO JOSS AND CO. THOSE LUCKY, BLIND BASTARDS.
FEEDBACK: YES PLEASE. SECOND HELPINGS EVEN. ME HUNGRY.
Hunger: The desire and the necessity to feed.
Hunger is a sensation, a physical need that courses through our bodies letting us know that it’s time to fulfill a physical want. Hunger is also a state of mind, a desire that longs to be completed, enacted. I think about you and my whole body yearns for satisfaction.
When we’re hungry our bodies react. We become more sensitive to taste and smell. Our mouths salivate and not just with the actual presence of what we crave for, but with the mere recalling of an image. The thought of your pale skin and your vanilla scent inflame my senses. I yearn so badly for a taste of your flesh.
Our breathing slows or quickens depending on our thoughts. I can recall your hands gliding through out my body, feather light touches and frantic clawing down my back. My heart is racing rampantly and I feel the thundering echoing between my legs.
Our minds become obsessed with the many possibilities that we may explore to tend to our needs. My stomach contracts and churns making me even more aware of what it is that I want most. I want to take bites from you and swallow your essence wholly.
We subconsciously lick our lips and close our eyes, lost in small, tasty fantasies. My mouth remembers salty bits and sweet treats that have made my senses come alive.
My pupils are dilated, I’m sure because I’m imagining your naked body before me. I need to swallow the copious amount of saliva that has accumulated in my mouth. I realize that I am hungry. I am starving. Every part of me aches with need. It’s you that I crave.
You’re standing on the fourth step of a ladder, getting a magic book for a customer.
Your skirt has opened just a bit, showing off a small expanse of skin, it’s enough to make me tremble where I stand.
I’m clutching the counter keeping my self from rushing towards you. I watch patiently as You explained something to the customer about the edition and the special care of the leather bound tome. My blood is rushing faster throughout my veins and the temperature of my skin is rising.
You’re biting your fleshy lower lip ever so lightly while talking to the patron, who is insisting on inspecting every nook and cranny of the book.. I’m more interested in inspecting you. My mouth has gone dry and I lick my lips, while my eyes roam yours with a feeling akin to thirst.
The customer is sending you a flirtacious look, you’re oblivious to it of course. I’m amazed at just how modest you are about your own looks.
Can’t you see how delicious you are ? Delicious is the perfect word to describe you lover. My body agrees, my breathing has sped up just a bit more and my stomach is doing little flip-flops every time that you turn your attention from the lingering client and turn to me, sending loving looks my way.
Hunger can you drive you mad, they say, if the need is not satisfied it haunts you. I know I’m on the brink of insanity.
There isn’t a single part of my body that doesn’t need you right now. I’m seriously contemplating throwing the customer out so I can tend to my desires. My body is speaking and I want to listen to it, right now.
Just as I’m walking out from the counter, the man shakes his head and gives his thanks before walking out of the Magic Box. I thank the Goddess before locking the door and turning the sign, funny how it reads: “Gone to lunch”.
I smack my lips in gleeful anticipation, striding purposefully towards the ladder. You’re on your way down, just before you reach the last step my hands hold your legs tight. My tongue sneaks out a bit and I run the tip slowly over my own lips. You look down to me with a curious gaze. I smile and caress up and down your shapely legs.
“Willow…what?” You ask just with a hint of nervousness.
“Shhhh….” I say, continuing to run my hands over your smooth skin, closing my eyes and relishing all the sensations fluttering around my lower abdomen. “Mmmm…you smell like peaches.” I murmur placing soft kisses at the back of your legs, gently pulling you down the last step. “I wonder what you taste like today?” I ask myself softly against your skin, running my hands up and down your thighs.
You turn to face me and your gaze undergoes a transformation in a matter of seconds.
It turns from a soft, soulful look into an intense and feral stare. You understand me, you see me and what I need.
You nod gently, reaching a silent agreement with me and begin to undo the buttons of your blouse, one by one, ever so slowly pushing it off your shoulders. I have to swallow hard and wait while you prepare yourself for me. The heat rises even more, I feel color tinting my skin and I see a pink flush begin to color yours. It makes you look even more delectable. I begin to walk towards you and you stop my advance with a hand gesture, while sending me a scalding look.
I see what you want to do for me, so I wait to be served. You’re taking your time, making me sweat, now I’m also thirsty. I need to eat and drink from you. You head towards the table and push the books off with force. You turn to me again, taking off your bra and revealing your creamy breasts to my starving eyes, not happy with that you take your hand and tweak your own nipples, until they’ve turned into hardened peaks. Just how I like them, I’m so ready for a little taste. I’m so ready for a handful and hard bite. My lower lip has started to tremble and I feel a growl rising in my throat.
You begin to pull your flowing skirt down and you’re standing before me in just your under wear, cotton white with a little bow. I chew on my lower lip in anticipation. Your eyes turn into azure pools as you finish undressing and hop on top of the research table. You fitting, because I want to do just that ‘research’ and explore every corner of your body.
I’ve been so enthralled watching you that I suddenly realize that you’re ready, but I’m not.
I’m still fully dressed. As you lay on the table I can’t seem to care. I need to taste you now.
I come to you, like a beast circling it’s pray I look at you all over, softly running my hand over every expanse of skin I can find. I can’t seem to decide where I want to begin feasting.
Your lips open up slightly and small moan escapes them, my decision is made. I descend on your full mouth and drink from it, so warm and sweet, it’s a fine wine appetizer.
Your tongue swirls in perfect tune with mine, I bite your lower lip lightly, I’m so hungry for you. I want to take my time savoring you, but my body needs you too badly, I can’t seem to take it slow. I want all of you, all at once. My hands are wondering down your body as I kiss you. I’m running my fingers through the undersides of your breasts, your belly, up your torso again and again, making your skin ripple, making your breasts and your center ripe for me.
I take my mouth almost reluctantly from yours and I suck on your pulse point, making you throw your head back in acceptance, making you purr like a cat licking cream. Speaking of licking, I do just that. Your throat is too tasty to ignore. I guess I do have a lot more in common with my vampire self than I thought. But I want more, every pore in my body is ready for more of your skin. I nibble and lick my way down to your sensitive breasts. They’re all ready for my mouth, your nipples are taut, just like I like them. My mouth opens to take them in, I shift from one to the other. Sucking and biting, satisfying a bit of my hunger. You’re moaning “Oh yes baby…mhhmm.” A delight to my ears, your throaty voice inflames me further.
My nostrils flare as the aroma of your arousal reaches me. I nearly snarl as I position myself to straddle your waist. I can’t endure this need any longer, I push my self roughly down your body and place my head between your thighs.
Such a sweet smell, my tongue sneaks out for a taste. Oh God, It’s so delicious. My tongue swirls around and inside you, you’re squirming under my attentions. All I want to do is swallow you whole, your center is dripping wet and oh so hot. I can’t get enough, I lap up every drop, I want more I always want more. I see the best part of you pulsing and ready, like a red apple waiting to be picked. I take your clit into my mouth and bite down slightly, you gasp and buck into my face, you’re almost ready to come. Mhhm..the cream of my dessert.
I slow the sucking, to draw out your pleasure and mine just a bit longer. I shift up a bit on my knees and bring two of my fingers inside you. You’re so wet, you take them in easily.
“Oh..fuuuck Yes!” You nearly scream and make me even wetter. You’re demanding gratification pushing your pelvis into my hand and mouth. I’m feasting in heaven, taking in all your flowing juices. With a few final hard thrusts you come in my mouth and drink deeply, lost in your taste, found in your essence. Your body shudders and so does mine, your orgasm has sent me over the edge also. Mine is nor as strong as yours, but it’s enough for now. I go up to hold you and meet you for another kiss. You look at me still with passion in your eyes and I realize I’m still dressed and still hungry. I wonder if it would be rude to ask for a second helping?
Edited by: xita
at: 12/29/02 7:34:10 pm
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-Viv- 
Excellent fic. I like the POV. It seems you can say a lot more with it. I can't decide which part I like better so I think I need to ask for a third helping, you know, like a tie-breaker. 
