You were gone for two weeks on a business trip, so as soon as you walked into our New York City loft, I was rushing towards you. You were wearing a light blue dress shirt and navy dress pants, as you usually did on flights. I had been waiting all day-hair and makeup perfect, with a short black skirt and tight green sweater, my hair looked more red.
Ripping your shirt open, buttons flying everywhere, I kiss you hard, standing on tip toe. Biting your lip hard enough to draw blood, I lick and suck at it, pushing my tongue deep into your mouth.
You respond in kind, shoving your hands into my hair, and yanking my head backwards, you assault my mouth. Lips and teeth bruising my lips, tongue plunging in and out, mimicking fucking me. Growls rumble low in your throat, and I put my hand on the back of your head, responding harshly to your attack on my mouth, sucking your tongue hard, releasing it, and kissing you harder, biting your lower lip even harder, feeling my teeth puncture skin, licking the blood up.
My hands trail down your neck, shoulders, chest.....nails scratching a little, leaving little red lines, but not breaking skin. Trailing my nails back up, I pinch your nipples between my fore and middle fingers' nails, pressing hard, nearly drawing blood.
You hiss in pain, but don't move away or swipe away my hands. I see your hard cock twitching in your pants. Using my nails, I pinch harder, seeing blood seep over my black-painted nails. You groan, and a wet spot is on your fly, pre-cum leaking straight through.
Removing my nails, I replace my right hand with my mouth, sucking hard on your nipple, tasting blood on my tongue. Gently latching my teeth onto your hard nub, I flicker my tongue over it. Your hands are pressing my head into your chest, so I bite down harder. I hear you moaning my name over and over.
I feel the dampness between my thighs. I love having power over you, since you generally have the power over me. The sound of your voice, the smell of you, and the taste of blood is making me so turned on, my clit is already throbbing.
Moving to your other nipple, I repeat my previous ministrations. But I don't do it slowly, as soon as my teeth were above and below your nipple, I bite down hard. You bellow my name, then moan loudly, clutching my head to your chest. I flick my tongue over the tip of your nipple, biting until I feel skin break, sucking the blood as I suck your nipple. Your moans are full of need, and I groan against your chest, so turned on by your reactions.