There were no sparks, no fireworks, no overwhelming feeling of completion, but there was heat, a sensation the started from my lips as the blood trickled down my tongue, there was this heat that went down my throat, to my chest, then curled into a pool in the pits of my stomach, I wanted him, that much was obvious, I feel like a hormonal teenager.
I sucked on the blood on his tongue, careful to work my magic so the blood evaporated as soon as it touched my tongue, I hoped it would dissipate so I wouldn't have to taste it, I was wrong, when our lips met, I got a mouthful, I basically sucked his tongue into my mouth, my movements were clumsy, laughable, and truly, truly embarrassing, but this was a sensation that I could get used to.
