Catching the Taste cont. (Lobos) - Mina's Home and Studio

There didn't see to be an end to the bend. Up it went, and back, and it seemed that as long as he didn't try to bend it in a full circle, she wasn't going to break. Her eyes stayed on his, taking it all, and she moaned fully when he rubbed against her. This mix of taking and receiving was going to drive her wild, and it was exactly what she needed.

he was impressed. Deeply. He was not pushing too far back, just enough to know she was no ordinary sex partner, which he had already figured out. Something about the access and the feel of her, the heat she moved with... it all excited him. SHe could feel, despite the end earlier, he was still hard, had in fact never gone otherwise. It was not the way vampires worked. And he wasnt likely to waste blood that way.

He was hard and rubbing, hinting, almost going in spliting the grove of her exposed sex but not going in. And kissingher and running his hand over her leg pinned back. the other hand started to find a breast to caress, to squeeze and enjoy.

Her pupils were dialated, her breath coming heavy already. And already, she was begging with her body. Trying to move to gather him within her. She was pure need and desire at the moment, all thoughts of civilzation gone. Her hands were free, and now she sctratched along the fron of him, fingers trying to find all the places that would give him pleasure.

Neither of them were working. Magic as others would know it, but this, right here, was an older and deeper magic. One that ran in their blood from ancient times.

He noticed the signs, all the signs that she was ready for him, more than ready. He rather liked the way her body begged for him. he wasnt going to make her beg for long though.

He arched into her hands, her nails and moved agaisnt her as well. She wanted and he gave, entering her, pushingall the ay in and filling her. God she felt good.

She cried out as he fuilled her, her nails dug into his chest, drawing blood. Her breath caught in her throat, and then she was moving aganst him. Using her internal muscles to add to the pleasure he gained. She pressed her breast into his hand, and attempted to pull his lips back to hers.

She drew blood again and he started to whisper again in her ear. No grin on his face but a look intensity as candles throughout the room suddenly lit up. Then his lips were hers again. His kisseswere different, still primal and strong, but now he was taking his time, getting the taste of her, getting her scent, more than just the scent of her sex but of her mouth and from behind her neck and her hair. He breathed in deeply as they kissed, taking her all in.

His hands.. were enjoying her as well. His hips moved strongly but not quickly. He planned on taking his time this time.

She writhed beneath him, her lips and tongue dancing with his. She smelled of caramel and coffee, with a hint of pine. And it was not a scent she wore. This was the scent of her.

She didn't seem to notice when the candles flared. Her attention was his. Only his.

She writhed nicely under him and he answered her every movement. Something about her taste was right, if strange. Caramel and pine should not go together but it worked with her. The scent, he would not forget it now. It was in his nose and thus his brain. He would recognize it anywhere and could follow it.

There was a dance now, his tongue and hers, her body and his hands, his hips nad hers. Together they all met and played and then left each other for a second to see who would follow who, show would chase and how good it would feel as they came back together.

This was worship to gods they shared. And to each other. And even though the dance had started, she couldn't help but tease. Pulling away from him just enough to make him be the one to come back to her. This was an old game, and she played it well. Her lips moved from his to taste of his flesh. Not biting, not tasting of his blood. She knew better, even in the heat of passion. But she tasted his flesh, where the sweat would be. Catching his scent.

It was worship, blood and sex, pain and pleasure. She teased and he didn't mind. He knew the game and played it. they were different kinds of players actually. He was serious and the straight. He brought power and knowledge and intensity. She brought a wicked sense of humor, brash confidence and intensity.

He thurst deep now and then held in close, dipping and rolling his hips agaisnt her, hitting places he didnt touch at first, feeling the way she held him, the way he moved her. His mouth continued to play with hers, teeth and tongune, kising and nibbling, taste and touch. And his hands... well his hands moved across her body, fondling a breast, then under to squeeze her ass and feel the way she she react, then slowly crawled up her back, to feel the muscled play under the skin.

He was taking his time.

Oh, that felt good. She began to shake and shudder beneath him, her breath coming sharp and erratic. Her fingers clutched at his skin, contracting then going limp in turn.

"Si. Más. Por favor. Si!"

He could feel her excitement and he continued. His hips continued to roll few more times. And then suddenly he switched directionsto hit the opposite areas. His hands continued to move, playing along her beck to her shoulders and then around her arms, and then back to grasp bother breasts tightly, rolling them uner his finger. rough? just a little. But definitely more to feel.

She was putty in his hands, now. Arching under him as he thrust within her, body begging to be handled. Her eyes were now closed, her head back, as she tried to suck in air. She was peaking, he could feel it as she clenched around him. This time, when not in a rush, he was pleasing her greatly.

He was glad she was peaking finally. That is what pleased the god. A sacrifice of just sex was nothing but a womans pleasure, with the fluids flowing.. that was the right kind of sacrifice. After that would come the blood.

His greedy hands seemed to enjoy her breasts, playing with the flesh of them, the souft resilient mounds as well as the nipples. She was gasping for breath and so he let her breath, giving her a break and kissing and nibbling along her ear to her jaw and then under her chin, his teeth and lips playing with her soft skin.

She was so open and so pleasant to fill. He rolled her up a little, bringing her hip up and out a little.. for better traction and a different position to hit. He was enjoying himself fully now.

Now she cried her pleasure to the gods, incoherent prayers sent forth from her lips. Her hands moved to clutch into the carpet, digging in for purpose as he felt her shudder, then convulse. Her breathing stopped, as did her movement, as the pleasure ripped through her.

He could tell he was doing what was needed. Now he moved on.. to thrusts, nothing fancy but long strong thrusts to intensify what she was thinking, still with her hips up a little more and out, hiting a spot that.. well seemed to have the righ effect. he felt the pleasure grab her and her breathing stop for a moment, but he did not. this should be less intense, but he was going to keep her praying to the old gods as long as he could.

His strokes kept her going, the intensity not actually dropping at all. She shook and shuddered, clenching around him, and crying out and begging in incoherent Spanish, her eyes opening to watch him above her, eyes dark with desire and pleasure.

there was a smile there, a smile that said, he controlled her, that he was.. for this one moment, a priest of the old gods, a prophet looking out over her and bringing her to the next level of worship.

Desire he dealt with, pleasure as well. It was almost ime for bloo, but he did not want to rush it. Let her enjoy what she had now. He slowed just a little, letting her catch her breathe before taking her back.

As she caught her breath, her hands moving to touch his skin again.

"Mi amante, eres algo más."

Not that she was dropping far from the pleasure. As he slowed, she ground against him. Not wanting a break. Wanting to feel that feeling of losing control.

He kissed her again, a deep and passionate kiss before responding.

""Si usted piensa que soy especial, que necesita mejores amantes. Te voy a enseñar"."

And he sped back up, short fast thrusts that heated up between them, hiting the one spot inside her over and over in past progression. He growled slightly as he continued to take her.

The growl started deep in her as he sped up, and her eyes rolled back in her head. That spot was...more than she could vocalize. She was heading back to the peak, faster this time. Giving herself to him completely.

His hands moved from her breasts to grab both legs. where she had kept open, one leg up at an unbelivable angle, he now used both, rolling her up and hitting thatsame spot but at a different angle, sliding along it after hiting it nad the moving backto hit it fast several times, then rolling back to slide along it.

She wanted to loose herfelf and he was going to do his best, his hands digging in just enough into the soft flesh of her leg. Oh yes, the intense look on his face was almost religious in its fervour and joy.

She cried out as he man handled her, needing his strength. As his fingers dug in, she arched off the floor into him. Surprisingly strong and agile, she was trying to bring him to climax with her.

She did catch him by surprise s she suddenly arched up into him, trying to get him to loose himself in her. He was tempted to keep her at this point of eternal climax till she collapsed but he could feel her, gripping at him.

Still, he fought, in the nicest of ways, giving her pleasure and seeing how long he could stay in control. Of her and his own body.

There's a lot that a girl can do from under a man. And she pulled off every trick. Trying to take control. He'd had enough. Her turn.