Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... Sylvia gave looking up into Richard’s eyes made him want to growl. It made his cock throb as it began to grow firmer once again. But before that final rendezvous, Richard wanted to return Sylvia’s favor. He had to check the bate... he wanted to check the bait.

Bending down once more he gently kissed Sylvia’s lips with a sensual buss, then trailed more kisses down the side of her jaw to her neck. Down her neck to the little hollow at the base of her throat at the top of her chest. Sylvia’s hands still clung to Richard’s scalp, her fingers entwined in his hair as he worked his way further down her chest to her breasts.

Sylvia’s back arched slightly off the bed as she pressed Richard’s face harder into her breasts. She was now panting and uttering low gasping moans as the sensations coursed through her body. Teasing her left nipple by pulling it with his teeth until it popped free, he lowered his head further down her chest to her abdomen and beyond.

The fiery red tuft of hair on Sylvia’s pubic mound that stuck out above her lacy pink panties tickled Richard’s nose as he kissed his way down her torso as he edged further back with his own body. As if reading his mind, Sylvia spread her legs a little wider to accommodate Richard’s broader shoulder as he settled his chest between her legs. The gusset of her panties was soaked and fragrant.

Richard ran his nose lightly over the fabric inhaling deeply and brushing at the stiff little bean that was her aroused clitoris ...

... still hidden by the material. Sylvia gasped and jumped with a start with the contact. Releasing Richard’s head, she forced her thumbs under the elastic waistband of the panties and began pushing them down her hips.

Richard took the hint and curled his own fingers under the waistband and pulled them down as Sylvia rose up enough to let them pass under her bottom. Richard had to sit up on his knees to allow her to bring her legs together enough to remove the panties completely.

Her feet were still in the air when Richard grabbed her ankles and drew her legs to his chest. He then kissed his way down the inside of her right leg, to the knee and lowering himself back down, kissed along her inner thigh until he was back face to face with her flowering rose. Like her head it was red, or rather the fine velvety hairs on and around her vulva were red. Her skin was pale but flushed with excitement, the pink inner lips peeking out and moist.

Richard’s mouth was watering and he leaned in and tickled those peekaboo lips with the tip of his tongue. Again, Sylvia gasped and squirmed in delight. Encouraged further, Richard extended his tongue again and slid it from the weeping bottom upwards through the cleft all the way to the top and her little pink jellybean of a clit. That magic button that sent another bolt of electricity surging through Sylvia’s very core. Her hands were suddenly and firmly back on Richard’s head urging him on.

It didn’t take long for Sylvia to lose her mind ...