“You’ve never had anything like this before,” she said as she reached down and kissed my chest. She kissed me and touched me like a woman-possessed. She was right, I had never had anything like this before. She liked it rough and wasn’t shy about giving or receiving. She bit down on my nipple as she rammed herself onto my hard penis.
She rose off of me and I threw her to the bed and took her nipple into my mouth, gently biting down on it, her body bucking with pleasure as the pain coursed through her body. “More! More!” she begged, wanting me to bite her harder. I clamped down onto her neck, her soft, cool flesh between my teeth. She moved me down between her legs. I began to lick her down there, taking her clitoris into my mouth. She ordered me to bite it, gently at first, and then with more pressure. She writhed and moved as I did as she asked, biting her and feeling her responses to the pleasurable pain.
I rammed myself inside her and leaned down, biting her nipples and neck as I worked inside her. She met me with each movement and thrashed about every time my lips and teeth found her flesh. This was a completely intense experience, one which I was not sure I would get to repeat any time soon.
We continued our rough sex play for most of the night. The pace finally slowed down and we went another round without any bites or scratches or orders. I felt her moving in a different way, a more lithe and agile and gentle way. Arianna and I made love like our bodies were joined into one, slowly and gently.
It was about five in the morning before we went to sleep, her still-naked body draped across my bare chest, one arm touching my opposite arm. I don’t remember if I dreamed or not, but I knew I was anxious to find her with me in the morning, to find out what wonders she had in store for us in honor of this new day.
But I awoke and she was gone.
Most of her clothes were gone, all except her deep, blood-red bra. I picked it up and looked at it, my mind drifting back to the sights and tastes of the wonderful breasts that this garment held the night before.
It was then that I noticed the window open just a crack. I knew it had been closed when I got home last night. The window was not small enough for anyone to exit through. I padded naked to the front door. It was still locked and chained. No one had left through that door.
I returned to the window and pushed it closed again. How in blazes had she left without using the door? And why was the window open?
I felt sort of drained and tired, but figured it was just the workout from the night before. That was some woman!
I moved to the bathroom and looked in the mirror and saw plenty of bite marks and red hickies on my chest and neck. I wasn’t looking for hickies, though, I was looking for something else. Something that no matter how far-fetched it seemed, would provide the answer to my questions.
There on my left breast, a pair of little side-by-side bite marks…
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