Taking my hand, she presses it between her thighs.Her pussy is an aromatic furnace, and I can’t wait to stoke it with my wood.
“I feel hot inside, too.”She tells me this and then gives one of those siren smiles I like to think she keeps for me and me alone.“But I need you to help me pace myself.”
Her eyes give her away.And the way she nibbles one corner of her lower lip.
Aila is on the edge of losing control, same as me.
I am enamored by the casual way Aila deals with our nakedness.The sweet way she relaxes and breathes slowly in and out so that our daylight sex session is not pushed to end too soon.We’re in this for the long haul.
Now that my self-discipline is back under control, I can see hours of foreplay and sex ahead of us.
After dropping the balled-up piece of lace in my hand, Aila lies on her back with an alluring pout.“What will you give me in exchange for my panties?”
“Name your desire and it’s yours, I swear it.”
She strokes my rigid shaft and licks her lips.“I want this.I want you.But go easy with me, Theron, because I’m out of practice.”
“If this is you out of practice, sweetheart…” I leave the rest hanging, and she giggles.Is that a peek of nerves coming through?
Kissing her delicate breasts and puckered nipples, I move my mouth down her belly.My fangs are raging for fluids, fully extended and ready for action.
Aila’s hair sprawls over the ground in a dark halo, and her breasts rise and fall as her excitement increases.
Pressing her thighs open wide, I lower my head and dart my tongue over the hood of her clit.Aila pushes her mound forward for more.She has a hunger that matches my own.I like that.
There is a short pause as I enjoy the wild aromas only she holds for me.The perfect balance of flavors: sweet and salt with a slight tang of spice.Pushing her legs so that her thighs wrap around me, I bury my face in her tempting slit.
Tongue deep in her pussy, the hunger rages inside me.Her scent is incredible; tempting and so arousing.The thrill of the hunt has taken hold of me, and Aila is loving the way I lap her tight crevice.
I can tell from the way her body goes rigid and still that a beautiful climax is building up inside her.Knowing this makes me bold.I allow the tips of my sharp fangs to trail lightly along those firm, deliciously plump pussy lips.
She gasps and freezes.
Please trust me enough to let me bite your pretty little snatch.No woman has ever allowed me to do such a thing—but I promise you will love it.
Did I accidentally say that aloud?
Pushing her creamy slice into my mouth, Aila sighs.“Eat me… I want you so bad.”
You don’t have to ask me more than once, darlin’.
As her orgasm mounts, so does my appetite.When I feel her fingers spasming and pulling my hair, I risk everything to graze my fangs along the thin strip of pubic hair on her mound.
My excitement knows no boundary when she pushes my fangs deeper into her luscious flesh.It’s like an explosion of taste in my mouth.The wet surge from her pussy mixes with the trickle of blood from her fleshy ripeness.
It satisfies me so completely that I mumble crazy words in an effort to share my feelings with her.“Oh, God, Aila, I love this.I love you.”I move my body upward and between her thighs.
Sliding my cock into her, we rock and kiss as our bodies join.One orgasm seems to roll into another as we fuck.
It’s a strange sensation to be happy and satisfied at the same time.I’ve never experienced it before while feeding and fucking.I’m always left with a gnawing hunger for more whenever I feast.
Does this woman have the influence to train me?Have I gone from being the hunter to the prey?
Our steamy session of passion must run out of steam sooner or later.My stamina is more resilient than Aila’s, but I sense her mouth becoming drier as her muscles grow weaker—a sure sign that her body is dehydrated from blood loss.Humans are so wonderfully fragile underneath their lusty appetites.
She falls back, panting and gasping.“Time out, Theron.I don’t suppose you have a bottle of water or something in that bike bag of yours?”
Propped up on her elbows, she watches me stalk over to the bike.“Have you got a tongue stud?”Touching herself between her legs, Aila wrinkles her nose as her fingers brush against the sensitive parts.“Because I think you scratched me.”
