The Corner of H & L (27)

“Shouldn’t we take off your stocking first?”

“Tsk. So hasty – so hungry for raw pussy. Just start where you are, baby – get your mouth in there. Suck on my crotch, and you can get used to my flavor while I enjoy a little friction and the sight of your ass thrust up into the air. Like I said, we start slow. Too fast, and I might get overly excited and snap your neck. Or something.”

I chuckled.

So, slipping my shoulders and arms beneath her thighs, I settled into the valley of her legs and kissed my way up the inside of her thighs. She was hot – balmy hot – and the nylons were soaked with her sweat and… and her perfume? It was intensely fragrant under her skirt.

I pulled back for a breath and my cheeks were already moist, but her gloved hand caught the back of my head and shoved me back into the shadow of her skirt. Her thighs spread, then closed against my cheeks; one leg hooked over my back and her boot fixed in place behind my head. I opened my mouth and sucked in the seam of hose, and quickly realized that what I had smelled before had not been perfume, only her. The scent was heady, and the taste cinnamony and bitter – not foul, but certainly stronger than any women’s juice I’d tasted before. I nuzzled in deeper at the urging of her fingers.

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Cheating Life – 16.2

Of course, I didn’t actually know any of this. I made guesses, made inferences, drew patterns, but it all fit. Not that even my vague sources were inviolate. Reading the journals of the Refinery frontman turned South American xenophobe militant wasn’t exactly like reading a scientific journal or hearing it from the fanged mouth itself. And the vampires’ detractors were worse than politicians when it came to exaggerated smear campaigns. This whole exercise was a long shot, I knew it, but I had everything to lose and nothing to gain – it was perfect.

But now… now I had Claire’s reaction.

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