His Eyes by Danyealle-sama

His Eyes

AN.-This story is old, very old. It was just re-beta’d, but still has issues.
Enjoy!

It had been one of THOSE nights at work, the kind where nothing, no matter what it was, went right or how it should. By the time her shift was over all she could think about was getting the hell out of there and finding a tall, cold one to drink.

Just down the street from work was a club. She usually avoided it because it was always crowded and loud, even on weeknights; not the kind of place you went to if you just wanted to unwind and chill out. But for whatever strange reason, tonight she popped in, to have a cold one before the drive home. As usual it was packed, a bluish haze of smoke hung over everything and the music was playing loud enough to vibrate the walls. Winding her way through the mass of humanity she was able to find a relatively quiet place at the very end of the bar. Sliding onto the stool she ordered a Bud Light and downed half the bottle in a single gulp once it was put in front of her. This end of the room was darker than the rest of the club and a bit quieter, everyone congregating at the other end of the room.

Once she finished her first beer she sipped the next one slowly, people watching from where she sat. Just as she was thinking it was time to get moving and head home someone slid onto the stool next to her and said hello. Turning her head, trying to put on a smile, she stopped cold. She found herself staring into the most entrancing pair of eyes she had ever seen, they appeared to be golden and seemed to shimmer and dance in the low light. Somehow she felt as though they held her frozen, unable to look away. They were the kind that wrapped you in an embrace that was both sensual and sexually charged at the same time. The kind that seemed to weave a magic spell around you and draw you in then hold you frozen in place. They were slightly droopy and half lidded, like someone who was in the throes of a pleasurable sexual encounter. She’d heard of ‘bedroom eyes’ before, but never understood what that meant, until now. A shot of pure lust seemed to pour through her as she stared into them, skin prickling and heat radiating. Shaking it off, she smiled and finally looked at the rest of the possessor of those amazing eyes. While he was just your average guy, a tiny bit over six feet tall, about 200 lbs, a bit on the heavily toned and ripped side but he had long hair that appeared to be a soft shade of silver in the low lights, strong, almost chiseled features, his eyes gave him an aura of irresistible sexuality. Somehow or other, because of the aura he seemed to possess, he seemed to be bigger than life, much larger and more powerful than he really was. She wasn’t sure why that was but it just seemed to be that way. There also seemed to be something slightly dangerous about him, asthough he were forbidden in some way and had an edge to him that spoke of darker things.

After introducing himself as Sesshomaru, he struck up a conversation with her; just the usual generalities people bring up when feeling out someone they don’t know. Sitting at that bar, she couldn’t tear her eyes away from him. Every time he spoke his words seemed to flow outwards and wrap around her as if they were a piece of the finest silk. Her original plan, to just have a couple drinks then call it a night was forgotten and she ended up so engrossed in his aura that before she realized it the bartender announced it was closing time. Not wanting the night to end she did something unusual, invited him to her place for a nightcap.

He followed her in his pick-up truck and as she was unlocking the door, he wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing the back of her neck. Once inside, after shutting the door, she turned and faced him. Pulling her into a tight and lustful embrace, his mouth devoured hers. Without hesitation she began to lead him to the bedroom, stopping every few feet to grope and kiss passionately. At the archway that led into her dining room, he pushed her against the inner part of the archway, and locked his lips on hers, his hands starting to roam up and down her chest, fondling and groping her tits.

Moaning into his mouth, she clung to him, shivering. It seemed as though her lust for this man had set her whole body on fire, her skin feeling flushed and hot, and her crotch throbbing madly, juices soaking her underwear. Holding him close, one hand buried in his hair and the other wrapped around his mid-section, she pressed her body to him as tightly as she could, feeling his rock-hard cock pressing into her belly through his pants.

With his lips locked on hers, he put an arm under her ass and picked her up. Cradling her against his chest, he walked a few feet to the dining room table and sat her on the edge of it. Taking a step back, he quickly began to pull his clothes off, staring at her, eyes ablaze with passion and lust.

Sitting up, she followed his lead, rapidly yanking off her clothes and dropping them into a pile on the floor. Once finished, she leaned back on her elbows, propped her bare feet on the edge of the table and spread her legs, gazing longingly into his eyes, offering herself.

He grasped her hips firmly and pulled her down to the edge, to where her ass was hanging off slightly. Leaning over her, he once again kissed her passionately. Breaking off the kiss, he propped himself up on his arms and gazed down into her clear blue eyes, panting a bit. “Kagome….” He said, his voice deep and husky, she could hear the lust in it.

Shivering a bit, she licked her swollen lips and nodded, her voice so soft it was almost a whisper, “Please, Sesshomaru!”

He leaned down and began to kiss her again. Slowly his calloused hand began stroking up her legs gently until they reached her hot, sodden, sparsely haired pussy. Stroking it a few times, her wetness covering his fingers like a thick honey, be began to rub her clit ever so lightly then placed the head of his cock against her entrance and slowly slipped it in all the way.

Moaning into his mouth, she wrapped her legs around his waist and arched up off the table, pushing herself onto his cock. Arms wrapped around him tightly, she held him close, a fine sheen of sweat breaking out all over her body.

Shifting himself into a more comfortable position, he began to thrust into her with a slow but steady pace, his finger working on her clit as he did. Sliding a hand under her head, he held her to him, his mouth devouring hers almost roughly.

Kissing him back fervently, she clung tightly to him, her lanky frame quivering as his expert touch on her clit brought her closer and closer to the brink.

His instincts told him she was getting close and he began to thrust harder, her whole body reverberating as his hips met her thighs. The table creaked and groaned under them and her sweat soaked body made squeaking noises as it moved around on the highly polished table. But those sounds were overpowered by their panting breaths and the slap of skin on skin.

Clamping her legs tighter around him, she wailed softly and began to thrust up harder onto his cock. Her fingers dug into his back as she held him tightly and her whole body began to shake almost violently.

Thrusting harder, feeling her juices practically running out of her in a small river, he switched tactics and began to rub her clit between his fingers. Rolling his hips a bit, he thrust harder, pressing her mouth to his and devouring it.

Bucking and shuddering under him, she wailed into his mouth then nails digging into his back and hips locked into an arch off the table, she came. She shook and quivered violently as wave after spasming wave of orgasmic pleasure washed through her.

Holding on tightly as she bucked under him, he buried his cock into her all the way to the hilt and let himself go, groaning into her mouth. His sweat slick body held against hers, his nostrils flared open wide, inhaling the intoxicating scent of a woman’s lust, and his eyes locked with hers.

After catching his breath he let his now mostly flaccid member slide out of her, trailing a string of cum as he stood up. Gazing down at her, her body glistening with sweat, hair plastered to her head and chest still heaving, he grinned. He leaned over and kissed her tenderly then scooped her up into his arms. Cuddling her close to his chest, he kissed her again then rested his cheek against hers before carrying her into her bedroom. The night was still young.