She saw him coming up behind her through mirrors that covered the walls. Their eyes were locked together as he moved slowly behind her, his hand gently running up the back of her blouse, just barely making contact with her skin as his fingers briefly moved along the soft skin on her neck before the became entwined in her hair, their eyes remained locked staring into their souls as she felt his grip tighten, the Anticipation in her eyes was apparent and he drew the moment out knowingly. Suddenly with a strong jerk, he pulled her hair straight back, caulking her head so their eyes meet directly, his body pinning her to bar and his other hand wrapping around her waist slipping between her skirt and blouse, sliding across her stomach with only his finger nails touching her flesh. He looked into her eyes, watching as she enjoyed each moment waiting for the next, he moved to her lips maintain his view of her eyes, waiting her to react to his motions and then pulled her head away so their lips could not touch, but allowed their faces to remain close enough that each of their quickened breaths could be felt brushing each others cheeks.
He again pulled her hair back tightening his grip as he dug his nails into her stomach with his lower hand. His head moved to her ear and whispered "Follow me, I'm going to make you want to scream at the night" as he tighten his grip for a moment on both her hair and stomach. He released her hair and flesh, moved his body back releasing hers and looked again directly into her eyes, softly piercing into her body, as he took her hand interlocking their fingers, he turned and they headed for the exit walking hand in hand.
The steeple of the church was clearly visible to her before the rest of the building as the traveled the two or there blocks to their destination. The White stone Church was towering in the moon light. The night was cool; snow still covered the ground, perhaps to cool for her to have left her coat at the club, and she shivered slightly on the walk outside of the structure. He wrapped him self around her for a moment they stood front to front in a moment of soft embrace, and gentle kiss a reminder of safety with out words as he helped warm her. When this was done he then moved a hand to her ass, with a devious smile, pulling it tightly into his body, his intent was firmly clear as they began to move up the walkway along the side of the 19th century structure, reaching the gates of the adjoining cloister. The Black Iron Bars separating the walk way from the court yard from what used to be large church yard. The yard now a victim of urbanization, only a few of the limestone headstones remain, many in disrepair, and fallen. This was her first time in this spot, the moon glistening on the snow brushed ground and the frosted headstones. There were no lights, the priest were asleep by now, and it was still too early for people to travels away from the bars.
She smiled slightly as she backed towards the gates, an invitation to her lover, quickly He moves at her, forcing her against the bars, kissing her strongly, their heads bobbing side to side as they release their desire. He pulls at the buttons of her shirt, removing them as fast as he can in the brisk air. She allows her arms to remain limp as her blouse is forced down and off her body, the bitter cold of the bars forcing her to pause with a gasp. She feels his hands once again moving up her body to take her hair, like the strings of a marionette, in his hand his other wrapped around the small of her back keeping her tight against his body and off the caste iron, grinding their bodies slowly and firmly together in the night, their desires warming her flesh. Her head is pulled back by her hair as he bring her into eye contact, denying her the touch of his lips, his other arm moves down her back cupping the cheek of her ass through her skirt, pulling her tight and lifting her slightly.
She is moved off the bars and turned so she has a clear view of the moon, she is forced through his firm grasp of her hair, to have her back resting against his chest. She feels his lips against her neck her head is pulled sharply to the side, her scalpe tingling with the tightness of his grip, is free hand resting on her hip keeping her pulled tight. She can feel his teeth slowly close on her neck, the wonderful pain of his bite grows as he tighten his grip, she feels his hand move up to her exposed stomach once again closing his nails into her flesh her hair tightening his grip as he sucks her flesh, pulsating his grip across her body in time with her heart. Her hands move to pull him in to her tighter, bring their hips into a unified motion. As the moment dragged and her heart began to beat harder, her hair was released and his grip on her stomach loosened the grinding slowed. Quickly the snap of steel and the cold blade of his pocket knife revealed why.
She felt the cold blade lightly brush her cheek, he ran it down her neck and along chest slowly so not to cause alarm, she enjoyed the tingle of the cold like a feather on her skin as it traveled through her cleavage, and reset at the underside of her bra, and was twisted up. slicing through the lace material, freeing her breasts to the night air, the blade traveled up the small mound and he two cut the left and then the right straps allowing the now useless garment fall from her body. His other hand moved over her skirt slowly messaging between her thighs as the fabric would allow. The blade moved up her body to a point where her neck the shoulder met. The cold blade cut into her skin there, leaving a small incision which began bleed slowly. She could hear the blade close and fall to the ground, as She begins to softly shudder as the warmth of her blood fades and chills down her body, until his lips cover the opening, sucking gently on her own liquor of life. Take his fill of her, he moves her lips to his, forcing her head with his grasp of her hair. Her blood spilling down her flesh in the cold air as they kiss and he mouth opens. Tasting her blood on his lips and she explorers his mouth.
He again pulled her hair back tightening his grip as he dug his nails into her stomach with his lower hand. His head moved to her ear and whispered "Follow me, I'm going to make you want to scream at the night" as he tighten his grip for a moment on both her hair and stomach. He released her hair and flesh, moved his body back releasing hers and looked again directly into her eyes, softly piercing into her body, as he took her hand interlocking their fingers, he turned and they headed for the exit walking hand in hand.
The steeple of the church was clearly visible to her before the rest of the building as the traveled the two or there blocks to their destination. The White stone Church was towering in the moon light. The night was cool; snow still covered the ground, perhaps to cool for her to have left her coat at the club, and she shivered slightly on the walk outside of the structure. He wrapped him self around her for a moment they stood front to front in a moment of soft embrace, and gentle kiss a reminder of safety with out words as he helped warm her. When this was done he then moved a hand to her ass, with a devious smile, pulling it tightly into his body, his intent was firmly clear as they began to move up the walkway along the side of the 19th century structure, reaching the gates of the adjoining cloister. The Black Iron Bars separating the walk way from the court yard from what used to be large church yard. The yard now a victim of urbanization, only a few of the limestone headstones remain, many in disrepair, and fallen. This was her first time in this spot, the moon glistening on the snow brushed ground and the frosted headstones. There were no lights, the priest were asleep by now, and it was still too early for people to travels away from the bars.
She smiled slightly as she backed towards the gates, an invitation to her lover, quickly He moves at her, forcing her against the bars, kissing her strongly, their heads bobbing side to side as they release their desire. He pulls at the buttons of her shirt, removing them as fast as he can in the brisk air. She allows her arms to remain limp as her blouse is forced down and off her body, the bitter cold of the bars forcing her to pause with a gasp. She feels his hands once again moving up her body to take her hair, like the strings of a marionette, in his hand his other wrapped around the small of her back keeping her tight against his body and off the caste iron, grinding their bodies slowly and firmly together in the night, their desires warming her flesh. Her head is pulled back by her hair as he bring her into eye contact, denying her the touch of his lips, his other arm moves down her back cupping the cheek of her ass through her skirt, pulling her tight and lifting her slightly.
She is moved off the bars and turned so she has a clear view of the moon, she is forced through his firm grasp of her hair, to have her back resting against his chest. She feels his lips against her neck her head is pulled sharply to the side, her scalpe tingling with the tightness of his grip, is free hand resting on her hip keeping her pulled tight. She can feel his teeth slowly close on her neck, the wonderful pain of his bite grows as he tighten his grip, she feels his hand move up to her exposed stomach once again closing his nails into her flesh her hair tightening his grip as he sucks her flesh, pulsating his grip across her body in time with her heart. Her hands move to pull him in to her tighter, bring their hips into a unified motion. As the moment dragged and her heart began to beat harder, her hair was released and his grip on her stomach loosened the grinding slowed. Quickly the snap of steel and the cold blade of his pocket knife revealed why.
She felt the cold blade lightly brush her cheek, he ran it down her neck and along chest slowly so not to cause alarm, she enjoyed the tingle of the cold like a feather on her skin as it traveled through her cleavage, and reset at the underside of her bra, and was twisted up. slicing through the lace material, freeing her breasts to the night air, the blade traveled up the small mound and he two cut the left and then the right straps allowing the now useless garment fall from her body. His other hand moved over her skirt slowly messaging between her thighs as the fabric would allow. The blade moved up her body to a point where her neck the shoulder met. The cold blade cut into her skin there, leaving a small incision which began bleed slowly. She could hear the blade close and fall to the ground, as She begins to softly shudder as the warmth of her blood fades and chills down her body, until his lips cover the opening, sucking gently on her own liquor of life. Take his fill of her, he moves her lips to his, forcing her head with his grasp of her hair. Her blood spilling down her flesh in the cold air as they kiss and he mouth opens. Tasting her blood on his lips and she explorers his mouth.
yourcoffinormine:
How the hell are you??