"I---I want to taste it, heath"
"i know, baby. Go ahead," he whispered.
(girl thinking to herself) I couldnt stop myself. my tongue flicked out and licked the blood from his neck.
the taste exploded in my mouth. as my saliva touched the shallow wound his blood began to flow more quickly, and with a moan that i hardly recognized as my own, i opened my mouth and pressed my lips to his skin, licking up the delicious scarlet line. i felt Heath's arms go around me as mine wrapped around his shoulders so i that i could hold him more firmly against my mouth. his head fell back and i heard him groan "yes." One of his hands cupped my butt and the other one went under my sweater to squeeze my breast.
his touch only made it better. heat slammed through my body, setting me on fire. like someone else was in control of my movements, my hand slid from heath's shoulder, down his chest, to rub over the hard lump that was in the front of his jeans. i sucked on his neck. rational thought flew from my mind. all i could do was feel and tastes and touch. somewhere in the depths of my mind i knew i was reacting on a level that was animalistic in its need and ferocity, but i didnt care. i wanted heath. i wanted him like i'd never wanted anything in my life.
"oh, god, zo, yes," he gasped and his hips started to thrust in time with my hand.