Sunday Snog -The Vampire’s Choice.

I pushed her down onto the bed and hung over her, pressing my face closer and my lips on to hers. Then I moved down to her cheek and the nape of her neck that smelt of fresh flowers, lemons and that scent you get after a violent rain storm. I am hungry for her. I could sense her blood thrumming through her veins.

“Fuck me,” she gasped. “Then you can drink what you need.”

I didn’t reply. I continued to kiss lower, following the trim of the towel that fell open as my nose nudged the edges. I wanted to taste her and slid lower and lower until my face was between her wide open thighs, lapping at the moisture that formed on her plump, red lips. I would never tire of her taste. So sweet, so refreshing. As she came hard I luxuriated in her copious juices.

I did not give her time to recover. I scrambled back between her thighs, ripped open my jeans and thrust into her. I was hard, she was wet and we came together in perfect harmony. She moaned and bucked up against me as I slammed down into her. As my orgasm approached and I could sense the pleasure-infused blood whooshing below her pale, inviting skin, I came; buried myself deep inside her and sunk my teeth into her neck.