Then she felt something leave her, some energy, some heat, like her breath on a cold cold day. Laura opened her eyes and watched as something washed over Claire's body. She relaxed a bit, unclenching her thighs and arching her back, giving Laura access to everything. Her eyes had a heavy, almost smoky quality. Her lips curled into a gentle smile, but stayed tightly closed.
Seeing her like this, so gentle and accepting, cast out all desire to play games from Laura. No more pretending. No hints or innuendos. Claire wanted her. Claire would give her what she wanted. All she had to do was take it. The chase was over, now her prey was wide eyed and frozen. Now Laura could take, she could sink her teeth in and have whatever she wanted from Claire. Claire would give her everything.
But Laura wanted to play with her food.
