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Ending Part 1 - Lost in the City
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Spice Warning: This is a spicy version of the story’s sexy scene. Only continue if you’re comfortable with some heat!
The living room in her apartment was dimly lit with a reading lamp on a small table next to a deep leather chair. The tall bookshelf next to it was packed to the ceiling with old books. A thick rug on the floor muffled the sound of his footsteps as he came closer to examine the titles.
“You like books?” she asked. She was lying back on a large couch nearby, one leg propped up and her other foot on the floor.
“Oh, I do. Always have. I’m a bit of a collector. These look rather old!”
She chuckled. “Older than you would ever imagine. They’re quite precious to me. Reminders of my life and simpler, happier times so long ago.”
He turned to face her. “I don’t think I’ve thanked you enough. I don’t know how I can ever repay you for… what you did. And for the kindness of letting me stay here for the night.”
She waved her hand. “I enjoy ridding the city of men like that. I rarely have a spectator, though. You seem to be handling the trauma of the experience better than expected—for a human.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Yes, a human. And you, you are… you know what, I don’t need to know. I’m just thankful that you agreed not to eat me.”
She laughed again. “My pleasure. You know, there is something you could do to repay me. While it doesn’t involve me eating you, I would very much like it to involve you eating me. I haven’t been with one of your kind in a long time. I do find it thoroughly enjoyable.”
She stood up from the couch and began to unbutton her blouse, revealing her small firm breasts and a flat muscular stomach. The stab wound only looked like a small scratch now. She frowned at the hole and bloodstain before tossing her top to the side.
She looked at him as she began to unbutton and unzip her black leather pants. “Well, are you going to stand there with your mouth open, or are you going to come over here?”
Tim was indeed standing there with his mouth open. He stared at her for a few seconds longer before slowly walking across the room to wait in front of her. He was clearly nervous and not sure what to do.
She laughed, “Wow. Don’t act so eager!”
He licked his dry lips and said, “Well, you must know that you’re a bit intimidating. Believe me, I think you’re stunning. But I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I’m a bit scared of you.”
Her shoulders slumped. “Ok… let me explain something. You have nothing to fear from me. I’ve never taken an innocent life, and you seem like a good guy who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. They were definitely going to hurt you, and they had unpleasant plans for me. But doing what I did tonight has an effect on me. It energizes me, but not in the best way. Not in a clean way. I feel jittery and keyed up, and a little sick to my stomach. Sex helps me forget. It helps me feel good and alive again. It gives me hope. Does that make sense? Haven’t you ever felt that way?”
He nodded, “Yes, I have. And I know what you mean. I feel kind of sick, too. Let’s see if we can help each other forget.”
He moved closer to her and gently reached out to touch her shoulders. He wasn’t sure what he expected, but she felt amazingly warm. Her skin felt silky as his hands stroked down her arms and back up to her strong shoulders. He could feel the taut muscles lurking underneath all of that softness.
His fingertips traced down her chest to circle her breasts. Her nipples were hardening in the cool air, and they stiffened even more under his touch. He circled them and gently squeezed and pulled. She quietly moaned and moved into his arms. He held her against him with his mouth on her neck, kissing and nibbling. His hands traced down her muscular back and across the curve of her firm, round ass. Squeezing, he pulled her against him, and she could feel his cock growing hard and pressing against her through his pants.
She stepped back, took his hands, and pulled him to the couch. Sitting down, she leaned back and opened her long, luscious legs. Raising an eyebrow, she gave him a little smile.
Tim knelt on the thick rug in front of her and slid his hands up her legs, stroking and squeezing. Then, he slowly leaned forward and nestled his face in between them while he inhaled her scent and started kissing her inner thighs.
She closed her eyes and let her head fall back on the couch. “This,” she whispered. “This is exactly what I need.”
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