Red by Trista Jaszczak
I begin biting tenderly down her neck in a way that leaves only tiny little marks but enough to make her groan with pleasure. I use my strength to lift her upwards as I move my mouth down her body. She tugs at my hair as I clamp my teeth down on one of her nipples. She releases another moan, and her breathing becomes choppy as I work my way down her core, kissing, biting, licking, and unable to control myself. I finally find myself in a squat position. I quickly adjust Red’s legs over my shoulders, and I feel her shake. Everything in me wants to have her, every single piece of her right this minute. I need her. Not to just satisfy the raw animal craving that has built up inside me, but because I need every piece of the one thing that I ever wanted and needed so badly. I slow my kisses past her belly button and move to her inner thighs. I look up at her and her eyes catch my gaze. She’s breathing heavily, her legs begin to tremble more as I steady her against the wall. I drop to my knees to maintain my own balance. When my mouth finally latches to her, letting my tongue do the work for me, she releases a noise filled with such intense pleasure that there’s no going back. I need her even more now.