Page 30 of Once Bitten

“Shhhh, Kara...just kiss me.” And I did, my hands came up to frame his face as our tongue danced against each others. He tasted divine, I couldn’t get enough. His hands were rough and firm as they traveled around my body, caressing and grabbing, romantic and urgent both at once.

Suddenly he pulled away, and we stared at each other, panting, and our breath the furthest thing from our minds.

He reached for the silk belt tied at my waist. Pulling it away from my body the slippery bow slid apart and the robe fell open. Sliding the silk fabric over my shoulders, he watched it fall in a glistening cream pool at my feet. I stood there, in my lace bra and panties in front of him, and I‘d never felt more naked in my life. I shyly tried to cover myself with my hands.

“God, Kara. You are so beautiful.” He pushed my hands away as he looked me over before sliding his hand behind my neck and pulling me in for another kiss.

I hooked my hands around his neck and pulled him hard against me, trying to feel as much of his body against me as possible. If I could’ve climbed inside him I would’ve in that moment.

My lips bruised themselves against his mouth, teeth grazing his lips, tongue thrusting against his.

Then suddenly, he swept me up in his arms and carried me to the bed, laying me down on the pillows gently, before stepping back and walking away from the bed.

I heard myself choke back a cry and reach out to him.

“Don’t leave.”

He turned back to the bed and leant over me, kissing me hard.

“I’m not going anywhere, just opening the curtain. I want to see you.”

I watched him pull the curtains apart, letting the soft afternoon sun illuminate the room.

He pulled his polo t-shirt over his head and slid out of his jeans, and I let out a muted gasp at his body. I’d never been with a man who was so physically perfect before. His chest was chiseled with muscle, his legs toned and dark, his swimmer’s shoulders broad and strong. I couldn’t wait to see what hid under his grey briefs.

He came back and stood by the side of the bed, running his fingers along the length of my body; drawing a line of goose bumps wherever his skin touched mine. Taking my hands in his, he pulled me to my knees. Brushing the hair from my face, he reached around me and unclasped my bra, and pulled it down my arms. I bit back the urge to cover my breasts from his gaze, I felt so exposed. He sighed and ran a single finger along my neck, over my collar bone and down to the curve of my breast, circling around and around getting closer and closer to the middle. Then, just as my body stiffened with anticipation of his finger running over the hardening peak, he lowered his mouth and wrapped his lips around my hard pink nipple.

“Oh god, Finn,” my back arched and pushed my chest hard against him. He moved with me, and sucked harder on my nipple as I felt it harden into a throbbing pebble, aching in his hot mouth. He pulled off and blew on it gently, the cooling of the air making me shiver. He leant over and flicked his tongue over the other nipple, sending an electrical spark down my spine. I ran my hands through his hair and down over the back of his neck as he played with my nipple with his wet tongue.

“You are a fucking Goddess, Kara.” He growled as he pushed me down onto the bed and knelt between my legs.

Hooking his fingers into the sides of my panties he slid them down my legs and over my ankles.

Pushing them back to bend at the knees he spread them wide open and before I could prepare myself for what he was doing, he lowered his mouth onto my waiting core and flicked my clit with his tongue.

“Oh, fuck, Finn!” I couldn’t help screaming out.

I heard him chuckle softly as he continued to play my clit with his mouth, drawing soft moans from me like an instrument. His hands ran up and down my inner thighs as he tickled the sides of my clit with the tip of his tongue, then circled it round and round, getting close and closer until I almost begged him for release. Then he wrapped his lips around my entire clit and sucked hard, bringing me to the very brink, before pulling off again.

I writhed with pleasure. I’d never felt anything like it.

“I told you you’d regret not letting me fuck you. Just think how good it could’ve been,” he growled into my hip as his finger came up to slide between the folds of my pussy.

My heart squeezed at the reminder of our encounter 15 years ago, but I couldn’t get up and leave now, not when all I wanted was for him to make me come.

“I loathe you,” I forced myself to spit out, biting back a moan as his finger pressed gently against my throbbing sex.

“You want me to leave?” He asked, even as he slid his finger in to the first knuckle inside me.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” I moaned writhing against him.

He slid up my body, kissing every inch of skin along the way, before dragging his tongue along my neck and up to my mouth.

“I want to watch you come for me, from me touching you.” He whispered, as I felt his finger move away from my pussy and up to clit.

“Then make me come, Finn. Earn it.” I hissed back at him, my eyes clouding with my inevitable orgasm. He made me feel so sexy, so confident.

“How about you beg instead?” He challenged me.