Only after she mentions it do I realize that we have matching injuries. The unmistakable warmth of spilled blood trickles down my back.
I chuckle, kissing her collarbone, “That’s okay. I went full vampire on your shoulder.”
With a small laugh, her heavy eyes open, landing on me.
I smile, feeling the small bits of dried blood creasing at the corners of my lips.
“Oh, you weren’t kidding,” she bites her lip to contain a laugh, glancing down at the imprints of my teeth on her skin. “Wow.”
I gently ease myself from her body, and she hisses.
“Are you okay, baby?” I ask, easing her hair from her face. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
She nods, closing her eyes again, leaning into my touch with a blissful sigh, “I didn’t even notice. I think it actually made me come harder.”
It definitely did.
“You’re a fucking vision when you come, Brigit,” I mumble absentmindedly against her cooling skin, teasing her jawline with my lips. “If I could keep you here and do nothing but find new ways to get you off, I’d be the luckiest bastard alive.”
She releases a breathy laugh, running her fingers lightly across my chest and neck, tracing the lines of my tattoos with delicate, unhurried curiosity.
Nuzzling her neck, I breathe out heavily, “We can’t stay here, sweetie.”
“Why not?” she asks. “Aside from the rug burn on my ass, I’m pretty comfortable.”
A small chuckle slips out before I can stop it, huffing it across her neck.
“Because I need to take care of you,” I confess. “You made a mess.”
“Youmade a mess,” she argues. “I can feel you dripping out of me.”
I groan, my dick threatening to harden and go for round two already.
“Yeah?” I tease. “Let me see.”
Straightening up onto my knees, I grab behind hers, spreading her thighs.
A possessive, wild sense of self-satisfaction sizzles under my skin at the view between my Bunny's thighs.
“So beautiful,” I tell her honestly.
We’re both dripping from her opening, down between her cheeks and onto the carpet, undeniable evidence of how good we are together. Her folds are drenched with her juices, everything just a little bit swollen and brutalized, absolutely druggingly pretty.
“Yeah?” she sighs, her voice tinged with humor, her cheeks bright red from the indecency of being spread so sordidly on the stairs.
“Yeah,” I place a kiss on her inner knee, “Roll over. Ass up.”
She only hesitates for a second before obeying, situating herself so her plump ass is up in the air, all the soft hills and valleys along her back appearing as she arches her spine, resting her tits and head on the steps.
From here, the view is even better.
Not only is she all fucking messy with our shared orgasms, but both her ass cheeks are bright red and angry, roughed up from the floor beneath her.
“I did warn you,” I run my fingers gently along her hot skin before placing soft, soothing kisses across the rug burn, making her giggle and sigh into the crook of her elbow.
I fold myself over her body, my half-hard dick resting against her hot ass, making her whimper, gently kissing her shoulder before achingly pulling myself off her before I fuck her into the stairs again.
“Up, baby,” I tell her, helping her onto wobbly legs. “You okay?”
