willowisp1978

leg, and feeling his slightly roughened fingers on my skin brought back memories of all the times we spent together, the last one being not even a few hours ago. He just seemed to be having a staring match with my blood. We stood there for thirty seconds, a minute, hours! Time seemed not to have any importance. He took a deep breath, and raised my leg further, until his lips were almost touching my blood. I saw him lick his lips. He broke his gaze away, but still flicked his eyes back to my leg. Finally he looked me square in my eyes. "Let me taste. Please?" I didn't say yes, but I didn't show any form of rejection, so he dipped his head back down and pressed his lips on my bloodied shin. I didn't know