What a Woman Wants...

It seems when a woman has her mind set, there's really no stopping her. Not that he really wished to. Ever since he'd first laid eyes on the seductive beauty, he wanted to get closer, to taste her, smell her, feel her. And now...well, it seemed he was the main dish.
"You seem nervous." Her voice soothed like a soft touch, and yet her eyes flashed behind the dark fringe of her bangs. There was more to her than met the eye, he'd stake his entire fortune on that.
"Me, nervous? No, anxious."
Smiling a bit dangerously, she pushed him onto the plush bed and crawled up his body. Her perfume was strong, and it teased and tormented all at once. There had to be something in the formula to incite lust because his body was harder than he could ever recall it being. Even as an untried, eager teen, he'd never felt this amped up and ready to go. God willing, he wouldn't put a premature end to the festivities.
The sweep of her tongue across her full lips shot fresh pain to his groin. "Let me get undressed, sweetheart." He cursed the amount of clothing he wore, wanting to feel the sleek perfection of her skin against his.
Without a word, she undid his tie, popped a few buttons on his shirt and then slithered down his body toward the top of his pants. She looked up through her bangs and the wicked smile returned to her lips. This time he thought he saw...no...couldn't be.
"Let me touch you, sweetheart." Not that he wouldn't mind a good blow job from her luscious mouth, but the promise of what her curves would feel like had haunted him long enough already. He wanted to fill his hands with her and breathe her in.
She shook her head while undoing his pants. "No, this is my game, my rules. You just be a good boy and lie still." She might have winked but her hair slid over her eyes as she lowered her face between his thighs.
Sweet Mother of God.
She sucked him hard with no warning, and then released him slowly enough to let him feel the tip of all her teeth. Right before he slid free, she tightened her hold, pricking him with what felt like a set of fairly impressive fangs. Before he could consider what that meant, she popped him out of her mouth and looked up while licking her lips.
"You taste better than I could have imagined."
"Oh yeah?" How could he not feel a little cocky after hearing that from a woman who looked like her? Any guy would. "Maybe you should take another bite then."
"Oh yes, that's exactly what I intend to do." This time, her lips curled back and there was no doubt whatsoever that she possessed fangs. Unease tensed his muscles and dimmed a bit of the fire in his cock. Frowning just a bit, she slid her hands up his chest and curled them over his shoulders. Her eyes filled with compassion as they locked on his.
"Hush, it won't hurt, I swear. And if it does," she hesitated to place her mouth near his ear. "I give you permission to punish me for it."
Oh God...
He expected her to head south once more, but instead, she moved away from his ear, grazing the side of his neck with her teeth. The moist glide of her tongue followed and then the shocking sting of a bite.
To say it hurt, would be failing to do the sensation justice. It was an invasion of sorts, but one unlike any you could imagine. His skin grew hot as the flow of his blood seemed to increase. It was as if his heart knew what this creature craved, and it pumped faster to provide her with the best he had to offer. The soft sucking noises she made did strange things to his libido, and he closed his eyes, surrendering to the moment and to the desire to have her sucking on something else.
As though reading his mind, hell, maybe she could. She skimmed her hand down his body to coil her fingers around his shaft. In tandem, she sucked his blood and stroked his cock, until the dual ecstasy was too much to bear. He moaned, and bucked off the bed to send the full length of his erection through her tight grip. She sucked harder and answered his moan with one of her own.
As his blood continued to pump into her mouth, he let out a choked gasp and came all over the narrow bones of her wrist. The orgasm went on longer than any he'd experienced, as if the suction of her mouth at his neck had the power to call forth more and more semen.
Unable to take a moment more, he pried his eyes open. "God, stop..." His words were a weak whisper, but she eased her mouth from his neck and met his gaze. Her features blurred as he tried to blink away the dizziness pounding in his head.
"Did it hurt?"
He tried once, twice, three times to tell her "hell no" but his voice failed. He settled for shaking his head while lifting his heavy hands to her waist.
Her sultry chuckle echoed around the room as she straddled his hips and teased the sensitive head of his spent cock with her hot pussy. There was no way...
"Ye of little faith, my pretty boy." Smiling just enough to show the tips of her stained fangs, she shifted again, and to his amazement, he hardened enough to slip inside her. After that, he let her take the lead, and relaxed into the soft mattress as she rode him to the heights of amazing pleasure once more.
This time, her teeth found the beat of his heart, and she sucked directly from the source.
There was no doubt he'd wake up tomorrow, stare at the stains sure to mar his pristine white shirt, and wonder what the hell had really happened.
But tomorrow was still a few hours away...
L Rosario 5/29/07