The Taste of My Blood

It was just us together at the strike of 7 in the evening, sitting on the grass out by the lake in the park watching the moon sneak over in front of the setting sun. Something about her is different, I just can't seem to put my finger on it. While Jane and I were tracing the blood red sky with lit sparklers in hand, I glanced over and felt this shiver run up and down the nape of my neck. Her eyes appeared more intense, focused and fixated on each individual spark dancing off the sticks; her lips looked riper, slightly apart as a mist of cold air expels out between them in the coldness; her skin...

Me: You look pale. Are you feeling alright?

She turned her head enough to catch me in the corner of her eyes.

Jane: Do I? It must be the cold getting to me. Is my nose red?

She sniffs once and puts her attention back towards the sparklers and the current eclipse in the sky.

Jane: I can't believe there's an eclipse happening on my birthday. I mean, what does that even mean? Is it a good sign or a bad sign?

Me: I really have no clue. It could be both good and bad. I guess it depends on the person and their situation.

Jane: I have a feeling that this is going to be an interesting year for me, as an 18 year old. I sense good things will happen.

Me: Let's hope everything goes well. Happy 18th birthday, beautiful.

I gave Jane a soft smirk and kissed her straight on the lips. It started as a soft peck but quickly got intense as she pulled my head in towards hers, locking our lips together and dropping the sparklers on the ground to have both hands free to keep me in the kiss. We played, grazed and suck on each other's lips the way we liked it and fought over dominance with our tongues. It wasn't long before she got off her butt and straddled me, pushing me over onto my back. She was grinding her hips on mine, staring right into my eyes and biting her lip hard.

There was a trace of red substance on corner of her mouth, I could tell it was blood as she wasn't wearing red lipstick but I couldn't tell if it was hers or mine. I lifted my hand in attempt to wipe it off her face but she swiftly grabbed my arm and pinned me down ferociously.

Me: Whoa there girl, you're stronger than you look.

I chuckled lightly and gulped as I watch her lick the blood off the corner of her mouth and grin at me in that cheeky, sexy way. She leaned closer to me, temple to temple and whispered in a weak but assertive voice.

Jane: I want you to fuck me now.