You trail a single finger down the inside of my thigh. My skin tingles in the wake of your touch and my legs open instinctively, a invitation for more that make your smile. You dip your head and plant soft kisses on the inside of my knees, you mouth follows the same path that your finger just took. A little gasp escapes my lips as I feel your teeth drag at my skin, at first it is just a little nip, then another and another and then more as your teeth sink, sharp and unforgiving, into the tender flesh of my thigh.
I am holding my breath, waiting to see how far you will go, how hard you will bite but then the sensation changes as you bite less and suck more, drawing my skin into the heat of your mouth. You take your time, drawing your breath in through your nose and I wonder if you can smell me. That thought makes my cheeks flush a hot red and I squirm a little beneath you. You reach up and place a hand on my stomach, you are not holding me down but I know you would if you needed to.
Finally you let go, your eyes look up into mine for a moment and then you return you attention to my thigh and repeat the bite and suck again and again, leaving a trail of angry red love bites in your wake. I can feel the gusset of my knickers clinging to the wetness of my cunt and with every little movement I make the material grazes across my clit that throbs between my legs. You mouth is so close to the edge of the material now, the delicate soft skin of my inner thigh feels taunt and hot trapped in your mouth.
Finally you let go, my skin is sticky with a trail of your saliva, you trace your fingers through it, pressing momentarily into each of the love bites you have left on me and then kneeling up between my legs you reach underneath my bottom, grab my knickers and pull them down over my hips and down my legs leaving them dangling from one of my ankles.
Now I know you are smelling me, you face is so close to my cunt that I can feel your breath on me as you exhale and then inhale again. “Fuck” I mutter under my breath
“Not yet” you chuckle as you trace a finger through my wetness. The muscles inside me tighten as I watch you suck my juices from your finger, tasting me before finally actually tasting me directly you teeth and lips and tongue scraping and pulling and pushing at my clit and the row of red love bites run down my thigh, a trail of your lust decorating my skin and I come as you wrap one hand round my thigh and dig your fingers into those marks and the other pushes into my cunt.
The current Kink of the Week topic is love bites. I feel like they are often seen as a part of teenage sexual fumblings but I think that is doing them a dis-service. I know back then I loved the love bites I got, they were early hints of my kink for being marked, not that I knew it at the time. Only in retrospect have I realised that fact. Now I find myself wanting them again, I love the idea of them peppering my skin, down my neck across my breasts and maybe like in this piece above littering the soft pale skin of my thighs. A pathway or a calling card…. the thought of which makes me wet.