frustrated noise and Max bit her. Hard. He nipped the tender skin behind her ankle hard enough to leave a mark.
“ Ahh!” But even as she cried out her pussy clenched around the length of him. The shock and tightening was enough to send her spiraling into her orgasm. She arched, pulsing with her climax, as he relentlessly drove his cock into her, stretching and filling her as she continued to contract around him.
Keeping her fingers on the spot where their bodies joined, she watched the tendons in his neck strain as he gave himself over to his own climax. When he came, she felt him pulse with her fingertips and her womb.
~~~~~
“If you keep doing that, I’m going to end up with marks all over my body.” Julie sat cross legged in the pile of blankets and pillows wearing nothing but her panties and a t-shirt and rubbed the back of her ankle where Max had bit her. The teeth marks were fading but still visible and she’d have a little bruise.
“Stay out of your own way and I won’t have to.” Max stretched out on his stomach, still gloriously naked, and peered at her sideways . “I swear, Jules, stop thinking yourself out of orgasms and I’ll stop trying to shock you into them. If you’re really sure you want me to.”
Julie blew out her breath in an exasperated huff and gave him her best you crazy man look. “Of course I’m sure.” She was, wasn’t she? What kind of person liked to be bitten during sex? Well, there was always that whole vampire sex thing, so maybe a lot of people but not her. Not really.
“I don’ t know. The nibble equals instant orgasm isn’t exactly a deterrent.” He made snappy noises with his teeth, and she reached over to swat his bare butt. “We could try spanking if you’d rather,” he said shifting away from her hand. “No reason that shouldn’t work as well as the biting for shock value.”
“If you want, baby, I’ll be happy to spank you if that’s what you need. But I might need to get one of those paddles. I don’t want to hurt my hands.” She rubbed her palms together and grinned at him.
“Very funny.” He snapped at her again and she scrambled to her feet.
“Come on,” she said, reaching for his hand.”Let’s go make something to eat so you have something else to nibble on.”
They made blueberry pancakes with the fixings her mom had brought for the kids. The familiar smell of blueberries, sweet batter and buttery syrup made Julie feel warm and nostalgic. Even more so because of the soft rain that continued to fall outside, turning the cabin into a dry cave. Blueberry pancakes were a tradition from her own childhood that her mom insisted on passing on to the grandkids.
I wonder if they’ re eating pancakes at Mom and Dad’s house , Julie thought.
For a moment, she missed the kids with a deep ache in her heart, but she wasn’t ready to go home yet. The rediscovered intimacy with Max felt new and precious, and she wasn’t willing to do anything to jeopardize it.
“These are fantastic ,” said Max around a mouthful of syrup drenched pancake.
They’d taken their plates and mugs of coffee back to their bed on the floor. While she’ d finished the pancakes, Max had started a fire in the fireplace. It wasn’t large enough to throw off too much heat, but it made the room feel cozy and their bed feel like a nest.
She took a bite and the warm tart taste of blueberry burst on her tongue. “Oh God,” she groaned. The pancakes were crisp around the edges and soft and buttery in the center. Max drenched his with syrup, but she liked hers with the barest of drizzles, just enough to sweeten the berries that studded the pancakes.
“We’re gonna need more of these.” Max had almost finished his first plate, stopping just long enough to drink the coffee she’d made. He was still naked, a fact she’d teased him about while they were cooking. He’d simply turned around and called her a chicken for getting dressed. As if a t-shirt and
“ Ahh!” But even as she cried out her pussy clenched around the length of him. The shock and tightening was enough to send her spiraling into her orgasm. She arched, pulsing with her climax, as he relentlessly drove his cock into her, stretching and filling her as she continued to contract around him.
Keeping her fingers on the spot where their bodies joined, she watched the tendons in his neck strain as he gave himself over to his own climax. When he came, she felt him pulse with her fingertips and her womb.
~~~~~
“If you keep doing that, I’m going to end up with marks all over my body.” Julie sat cross legged in the pile of blankets and pillows wearing nothing but her panties and a t-shirt and rubbed the back of her ankle where Max had bit her. The teeth marks were fading but still visible and she’d have a little bruise.
“Stay out of your own way and I won’t have to.” Max stretched out on his stomach, still gloriously naked, and peered at her sideways . “I swear, Jules, stop thinking yourself out of orgasms and I’ll stop trying to shock you into them. If you’re really sure you want me to.”
Julie blew out her breath in an exasperated huff and gave him her best you crazy man look. “Of course I’m sure.” She was, wasn’t she? What kind of person liked to be bitten during sex? Well, there was always that whole vampire sex thing, so maybe a lot of people but not her. Not really.
“I don’ t know. The nibble equals instant orgasm isn’t exactly a deterrent.” He made snappy noises with his teeth, and she reached over to swat his bare butt. “We could try spanking if you’d rather,” he said shifting away from her hand. “No reason that shouldn’t work as well as the biting for shock value.”
“If you want, baby, I’ll be happy to spank you if that’s what you need. But I might need to get one of those paddles. I don’t want to hurt my hands.” She rubbed her palms together and grinned at him.
“Very funny.” He snapped at her again and she scrambled to her feet.
“Come on,” she said, reaching for his hand.”Let’s go make something to eat so you have something else to nibble on.”
They made blueberry pancakes with the fixings her mom had brought for the kids. The familiar smell of blueberries, sweet batter and buttery syrup made Julie feel warm and nostalgic. Even more so because of the soft rain that continued to fall outside, turning the cabin into a dry cave. Blueberry pancakes were a tradition from her own childhood that her mom insisted on passing on to the grandkids.
I wonder if they’ re eating pancakes at Mom and Dad’s house , Julie thought.
For a moment, she missed the kids with a deep ache in her heart, but she wasn’t ready to go home yet. The rediscovered intimacy with Max felt new and precious, and she wasn’t willing to do anything to jeopardize it.
“These are fantastic ,” said Max around a mouthful of syrup drenched pancake.
They’d taken their plates and mugs of coffee back to their bed on the floor. While she’ d finished the pancakes, Max had started a fire in the fireplace. It wasn’t large enough to throw off too much heat, but it made the room feel cozy and their bed feel like a nest.
She took a bite and the warm tart taste of blueberry burst on her tongue. “Oh God,” she groaned. The pancakes were crisp around the edges and soft and buttery in the center. Max drenched his with syrup, but she liked hers with the barest of drizzles, just enough to sweeten the berries that studded the pancakes.
“We’re gonna need more of these.” Max had almost finished his first plate, stopping just long enough to drink the coffee she’d made. He was still naked, a fact she’d teased him about while they were cooking. He’d simply turned around and called her a chicken for getting dressed. As if a t-shirt and
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