He first saw her in the library. He found her breathtaking, long curly brown hair reaching to the middle of her back even though it was pulled into a ponytail. Her dusky dark eyes, button nose, and slender lips were mesmerizing. She had a slightly baggy t-shirt on, trying hard to hide the pert breasts hidden beneath. What really caught his eye though was her toned athletic legs leading up to, what he considered, the perfect ass, covered in cut off jean shorts, with her baseball cap poking out of her back pocket.
If she was going for a tomboy/girl next door thing, she hit the nail on the head.
He had to speak to her. With all the courage he could find, he approached her as soon as she was by herself. Her thin lips split into a wide smile as they started to make small talk, and he knew he needed her in his life. They decided to see each other later that week, and would have dinner on Friday. Nothing too fancy, just a local greasy spoon with intimate corner booths, perfect for getting to know each other.
After a very flirtatious meal, with plenty of innuendo of both their parts, accompanied by not so innocent touching of hands on forearms, he walked her home. As she opened the door to her apartment, she invited him in. He stepped inside, turned and pulled her to him, as the door swung closed behind her. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he pulled her in close to him, leaned his face into the side of her neck, and whispered directly into her ear.
"I've wanted to do this since I first saw you in the library."
He then opened his mouth wide, placing his lips on her neck, and started dragging his teeth gently across her skin, while gently sucking and holding her tight to him, to allow her to feel his member engoring while feasting on her neck.
When he first grabbed her and pulled her into her own apartment, she had a moment of panic, suddenly wondering just who she had brought home. He was charming and funny all through the meal. Sure there was a powerful attraction between them. She had felt sparks flying the first time they spoke to each other, but this was something else. Then the whisper. Then those soft wet lips on her neck, and oh, is that his teeth? She felt her body respond immediately. Nipples were hardening, and heat was building in her panties too.
She was getting lost quickly in the feeling his mouth was bringing to her body. She wanted him to continue, to go further. Her breathing quickened and she could feel her back arching to push her breasts into his chest, and leaned her neck into his mouth, hoping for more. The heat in her panties was still building, and she tried to push herself onto his leg.
What was she doing? How was she getting lost in this man's touch so quickly, and completely? As the thought filled her head, his mouth disappeared from her neck. She moved her neck closer to his mouth, now standing on her tiptoes, trying to get more contact with him.
"I'm sorry, but that has been going through my mind all week and I couldn't resist any longer. The taste of your skin is as incredible as I imagined. I want to taste all of you. I want to explore every part of you. It feels like you were made for me, the perfect fit. I want to see you again tomorrow night, if you would care to join me. Again, nothing too fancy. T-shirt and jean shorts are great, we'll go play some mini golf or something."
And just like that, the moment stopped, he spun her around so that his back was to the door, then quickly turned away from her, and slipped out the door before she could even say a word.
A few seconds after the door closed, her breathing returned to normal, but she could feel her still stiff nipples rubbing against her bra, and was that actual dampness in her panties? What the hell was this guy playing at? Charming her, scaring her, biting her and then just leaving her standing there? Standing there with stiff nips and wet underwear. Oh, the bite.
She locked the door, quickly walked to her bedroom, stripped off her clothes, and dropped onto her bed, eyes closed, remembering the lips on her neck, the teeth grazing her skin. Her own hands now roaming her naked body, gliding over her B-cup tits, along her flat stomach, inside her thighs, even through the dark tangle of hair between her legs. She finds herself highly aroused, lips plump and wet, her clitoris standing at attention hoping for contact.
She dragged her index finger through her damp thick bush, along her lips, collecting some of the moisture gathering there, and then circling her clit with the lubricated finger. A jolt shot through her body, and flooded her brain with thoughts of teeth on her neck, hot breath whispering in her ear, and suddenly she feels the wave of orgasm run through her.
She drifted off to sleep, naked, on top of her sheets, satisfied only partially, but exhausted just the same. Thoughts of strong hands holding her tight, hot breath, whispered words and teeth, oh, the teeth, invade her dreams. When she finally wakes in the middle of the night, she shivers slightly because of the lack of sheets, but still feels heat between her thighs. Pulling the sheets up to cover herself against the chill, she brushes the back of her hand against her nipple, shivers slightly, smiles and drifts off returning to the realm of the teeth.
Waking in the morning, naked in her bed, she realizes that that was the first time she ever remembered sleeping in the nude. She's just waking up, but already can't wait until the evening to see him again. She doesn't quite understand why, but she can hardly think of anything other than those damn teeth on her neck, and how they made her feel.
Forcing herself out of bed, she showers, has some food, and gets on with her day, always watching the clock, and checking her phone for more details about his plans for the evening. At 4pm she gets a text from him, all it says is "I'll pick you up at 7. "
Nothing else?! No "hello, how are you today?". No "last night was fun, can't wait to see you again?" No "can't wait to bite your neck again?".
Wasn't she worth a conversation? Should she still go? There was definitely a spark between them all through the date, but that flash of an agressive, possessive man was still somewhat scary. Then there were those damn teeth, and how they ignited something new. She didn't quite know how to describe it, except maybe to say intoxicated. She couldn't stop herself from moving towards him, wanting to feel more of him, her body doing what it wanted, without conscious thought. Kinda like having that one drink to many while trying to be social at parties. The possibility of not having complete control never really appealed to her, until those teeth. Maybe losing a little control would be fun.
5:00pm she finds herself sitting on her bed, trying to figure out what to wear. He said t-shirt and jean shorts. Was that a suggestion? Was it more like instructions? Was it more like an order?
An order? The thought made her mind flash back to the way he just grabbed her, and did that thing to her neck. That kind of person would give orders, not ask,not suggest. Order. Should she comply? She was her own person, she didn't need to take orders from anybody!
But did she WANT to take orders from THAT guy. From that strong, demanding man that did that thing. That thing that made her touch herself after the date. That thing that had made her orgasm possible just after he left. T-shirt and jean shorts it will be.
