Sweetp4u
Mischief Maker
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Lilliana
Chills rise along every inch of my bare body, his moan causing such arousal and pleasure vibrations within me, I can feel the moisture seeping. Those eyes of his, so stormy, and focused. I feel bare, more bare than I am already as he watches me like a starving man. Little do I realize that reflective gaze is my own, both of us wanting and yet both of us cautious. Desiring and yet not prone to giving into such shallow feelings as lust. There is so much more to him than just what my body wants, if he were not within my mind he would not ever be within my body. But God! I want! Oh, how I want.. I need to feel him.
He comes, closer and into bed with me. The mind is frantic, do I run? Do I make room? Should I stop this now before I bite him? He smiles, our lips meet and all thought are scattered to the four directions. The purr rumbles from the back of my throat and that heat gives me cold chills.. His vampire? A warning, a clear warning that screams at me, and yet I KNOW he doesn’t know the truth of me. He is smiling, offering and I can only moan in meek want, torn between taking and fleeing. Reaching to stroke him to me, turning to meet his lips and taste that desire thrumming through both our veins. Spreading my thighs as his fingers trail lower, slower. My god! Soaking his fingertips that press to the core of me, but does not invade the slick heat. Not yet, he’s teasing me into losing it and I know it is what he is seeking. Rapture and affirmation of my want.
Fingers wrap his wrist, barely as heels press in and hips lift. Our eyes never break away, watching one another as I press myself to his touch and press his wrist down to my aching sex. Lips peel open bit by slow bit, panting in shallow little breaths as pleasure stings behind my eyes and tickles my clit. He is coaxing me open, spreading my pussy with each delicate pass and stroke, until I whimper and arch up yet further still with a strangled whimper of, “please?” Parting me open as our lips meet, to swallow my sharp cry and I can feel the tingle in my mouth and teeth, can feel the urge to bite into him and taste this man’s divinity and share of my own!
But I can’t!
Oh, but I want to! I really want to make this man my own, immortal.. But can he love me? Now is not the time for these thoughts..
Fingers turn and trace over yours, pressing you into the wet heat of me. Grinding myself to your touch, brushing that hard little bud trying to keep hidden to the fleshy firm skin of your palm. Fingers trace you, enclose around and stroke in sync with your movements. I want! And my hand moves in loving caress, lips break to gasp, panting to your hovering lips with a hot needy look shimmering in blue eyes. I could say so much and yet, nothing comes out. Why ask, why not just DO what I want? He isn’t shying away.. and it has been so very long..
I cease moving and shift myself to my knees above him, to the side and smile reassuringly. Lifting his hand to my lips, I suckle his index finger deep. Letting tongue and saliva coat and wash him, to swallow myself from him, and taste him mixed with me. So delicious, so damned good! Yet, not entirely what I want. My eyes shift to his hard cock, jutting up from between his thighs and curving to hover just over his tight abs. Hips squirm, wanting that inside of me. To be joined.. Not yet, no. Perhaps some day but if I don’t get a taste of him, if I can not find a way to love him physically as well.. What!? Okay, speaking that L word is soo forbidden! Changing thoughts!
Without a word I just go for it, lowering down to bend over him with his cock in my hand and that flared head tapping to the flat of my tongue. Mouth open, lips back just enough to let him see me lap him like a damned ice cream cone. Circling around and pressing the fullness of my lips around, suckling, kissing him and sweeping my tongue to lap greedily at his juice. The moan that comes, as his flavor soaks over my tongue, vibrates and I can feel the answering jerk like throb of his prick in my hold. Smiling at the delicious approval of gushing precum pulsing from him, willing him to touch me, to guide with eyes that find his blue and dare him to.
Chills rise along every inch of my bare body, his moan causing such arousal and pleasure vibrations within me, I can feel the moisture seeping. Those eyes of his, so stormy, and focused. I feel bare, more bare than I am already as he watches me like a starving man. Little do I realize that reflective gaze is my own, both of us wanting and yet both of us cautious. Desiring and yet not prone to giving into such shallow feelings as lust. There is so much more to him than just what my body wants, if he were not within my mind he would not ever be within my body. But God! I want! Oh, how I want.. I need to feel him.
He comes, closer and into bed with me. The mind is frantic, do I run? Do I make room? Should I stop this now before I bite him? He smiles, our lips meet and all thought are scattered to the four directions. The purr rumbles from the back of my throat and that heat gives me cold chills.. His vampire? A warning, a clear warning that screams at me, and yet I KNOW he doesn’t know the truth of me. He is smiling, offering and I can only moan in meek want, torn between taking and fleeing. Reaching to stroke him to me, turning to meet his lips and taste that desire thrumming through both our veins. Spreading my thighs as his fingers trail lower, slower. My god! Soaking his fingertips that press to the core of me, but does not invade the slick heat. Not yet, he’s teasing me into losing it and I know it is what he is seeking. Rapture and affirmation of my want.
Fingers wrap his wrist, barely as heels press in and hips lift. Our eyes never break away, watching one another as I press myself to his touch and press his wrist down to my aching sex. Lips peel open bit by slow bit, panting in shallow little breaths as pleasure stings behind my eyes and tickles my clit. He is coaxing me open, spreading my pussy with each delicate pass and stroke, until I whimper and arch up yet further still with a strangled whimper of, “please?” Parting me open as our lips meet, to swallow my sharp cry and I can feel the tingle in my mouth and teeth, can feel the urge to bite into him and taste this man’s divinity and share of my own!
But I can’t!
Oh, but I want to! I really want to make this man my own, immortal.. But can he love me? Now is not the time for these thoughts..
Fingers turn and trace over yours, pressing you into the wet heat of me. Grinding myself to your touch, brushing that hard little bud trying to keep hidden to the fleshy firm skin of your palm. Fingers trace you, enclose around and stroke in sync with your movements. I want! And my hand moves in loving caress, lips break to gasp, panting to your hovering lips with a hot needy look shimmering in blue eyes. I could say so much and yet, nothing comes out. Why ask, why not just DO what I want? He isn’t shying away.. and it has been so very long..
I cease moving and shift myself to my knees above him, to the side and smile reassuringly. Lifting his hand to my lips, I suckle his index finger deep. Letting tongue and saliva coat and wash him, to swallow myself from him, and taste him mixed with me. So delicious, so damned good! Yet, not entirely what I want. My eyes shift to his hard cock, jutting up from between his thighs and curving to hover just over his tight abs. Hips squirm, wanting that inside of me. To be joined.. Not yet, no. Perhaps some day but if I don’t get a taste of him, if I can not find a way to love him physically as well.. What!? Okay, speaking that L word is soo forbidden! Changing thoughts!
Without a word I just go for it, lowering down to bend over him with his cock in my hand and that flared head tapping to the flat of my tongue. Mouth open, lips back just enough to let him see me lap him like a damned ice cream cone. Circling around and pressing the fullness of my lips around, suckling, kissing him and sweeping my tongue to lap greedily at his juice. The moan that comes, as his flavor soaks over my tongue, vibrates and I can feel the answering jerk like throb of his prick in my hold. Smiling at the delicious approval of gushing precum pulsing from him, willing him to touch me, to guide with eyes that find his blue and dare him to.