Here it is EveryOne "BLUDYKIS'S HOT STORY"
Beth And Thomas
Beth sat in her room, looking through the window in thoughtful silence. Her hair was dyed jet black and hung in soft waves to her hips. Her skin was the palest of pale, and she took care to keep it that way. Never venturing out of her home until dark, leaving the curtains and blinds in the house drawn and wearing sunblock all the time, she planned to keep the sun from marring her tender skin. Her pale blue eyes were surrounded with thick black eyelashes, curled up to perfection. Her naturally ruby lips were moistened by her quick pointed tongue every so often in a quiet, sensual gesture that sent men to their knees. Full and soft, her mouth was the epitome of tactile pleasure. Her elusive smile was suggestive by default, full of promises and secrets. Her long body was voluptuous, brimming with curves and wicked innuendoes. Almost six feet tall, she was known to intimidate shorter men, and women, but she had the soul of an angel. An angel that had fallen under the spell of Bacchus' covenants and Dracula's spell. She wanted very badly to be a vampire, but she knew it was silly to believe in ghouls and ghosts. Too bad she had these natural fangs� sharp and pointed little canines that grew past her other teeth, they were all hers, not those cast prosthetics, but for years, she'd wanted them filed down. Her parents had not been able to afford it, and she was glad now that they hadn't. Now she adored them.
Two days ago, she'd met a man, a mysterious man named Thomas, who proclaimed to worship all women, and she'd thought he was the most fascinating man she'd ever set eyes on. He seemed so sexual as to be an illusion. Unnaturally green eyes, the color of fresh spring leaves, long black hair that swayed across his back when he walked away from her. He was tall, too, at least 6'5", and built. He had a velvety voice, soothing to her ears, that spoke of all the things he did not say. She knew he would be a gentle but passionate lover, taking what he wanted, but giving all in return. Satisfying himself but only by appeasing her every need. His deep eyes were filled with a dark radiance that she found irresistible, drawn like a mosquito to blood. His legs seemed to go on forever, long and lithe. Not muscle bound like a lot of tall broad men, just powerful. In the animal world, he would have been a cross between a panther and a wolf. Cunning, dominant and dangerous. He moved gracefully, in spite of his towering size, like a predator looking for a sacrifice. He was mysterious, beautiful, and sinister� and tonight, he was all hers.
She finally leapt out of her window onto the soft lawn. After contemplating the meeting for almost two hours, she decided to be there early to check out the club, and to look for potential female hazards. She wanted nothing coming between this magnificent prowler and herself tonight, and that meant nothing at all. The black lace dress she wore was just shy of indecent, and underclothing was nonexistent. She wore little witchy boots, tied up the sides and very high silver heels. As soon as she got to the club, she realized he had beaten her to their meeting. Breathless with anticipation, she slowly walked toward him, her hips swaying with unspoken allure and invitation. Her breasts heaved lightly under his gaze, a look that seemed to penetrate not only her clothing, but her skin as well. She felt the heat of his mouth on her when she looked at it, his lips red and slightly open. Two yards away from him, she stopped and waited for him to come to her. He looked her over slowly, agonizing over the beauty he saw in her, full of need and desire. His seductive glance slid down her body, taking in all her curves, caressing her without lifting a finger. His legs moved him forward, but he felt as if he were floating toward her. Her eyes were bright and heavy with hunger, light and luminous. As he reached her, his hand lifted and gently traced the curve of her cheek. His other hand held a heavy silver goblet of red wine. Lifting it to his parted lips, he took a sip and leaned toward her. His mouth delicately touched hers and she knew to open for him. The wine slowly passed from his mouth, warm and spicy, tasting also of his mouth. She swallowed greedily, wanting to taste more of him. He lifted the cup to her mouth and she sipped. His lips came again to rest on hers, and she parted her lips and let the wine flow into his open mouth. He drank convulsively, his throat constricted by the heat coursing through his body. She tasted of heat, desire, the earth, woman and passion. He wanted to take her without delay, but he restrained himself and pulled away from the kiss that had gone far beyond the sharing of wine. She groaned as his mouth left hers, a breathy sound that was nearly inaudible except to him. Her red tongue flicked across his lips as they pulled away, and then passed over her own to try to cool them off. It succeeded only in making him burn with need and his legs trembled with pleasure. She was lust embodied, ripe with the look of woman. His hand dropped the cup and caressed her back in slow lazy circles, his arm holding her fiercely against the proof of his raging passion for her. He lifted his other hand with deliberate slowness and combed his fingers into her hair, feeling the heaviness of it pull against his palm. She trembled slightly and her legs would have collapsed if he hadn't been supporting her against him.
So far, not a word had been spoken, yet they'd had no need. She and he both knew why they'd met here, and she was already willing to leave. She looked into his emerald eyes, breathing heavily, and quietly asked, "Where is your car?" "The black and yellow one, parked on the corner. Shall we? Or do you want to go inside and dance for a while?" His buttery smooth voice was low and hopeful. She thought about it for half a second, and realized that dancing with this man might, until they made love, be the most sensual experience of her life. Beth said she wanted to dance for a while. The club was awash in black light, heavy slow beats pounding through the speakers. She walked deliberately into the middle of the dance floor, leading Thomas through the dancers. Most were clinging to each other heavily, plodding through the rhythms, but she and Thomas immediately felt at ease with each other. She tilted her head back, letting her hair sway behind her, and nearly closed her eyes. She watched him through hazy, desire clouded eyes, and began to swing her hips slowly, keeping the beat. Her arms reached for him, her hands settling lightly on his broad shoulders. She opened her mouth slightly, and he traced her lips with his long index finger. Her mouth quivered, and she captured the tip of his finger in her mouth, nibbling gently before she sucked lightly on it. He sighed and let her pull it into her mouth, feeling a direct connection between the finger and his cock. He was awash with greed, for her body, her mouth, and her soul. He began to rock with the music, slowly and surely keeping the beat, a beat that imitated the thrust and retreat of sex, and it only made him hotter. Her wet mouth was still on his finger, and he wanted to prolong the night, so he removed it and replaced the digit with his mouth and tongue. He gently fitted his lips to hers and urged her mouth open under his command. She willingly gave in, and he began to explore the hot little orifice. He ran his tongue over her lips, over the edges of her teeth, and then invited her to parry his tongue with her own. As her tongue touched his, he felt an explosion of intensity and his entire body hardened with need. The kiss took on a more passionate nature; both of them swaying gently with the music, imitating the dance they would share later in the hotel bed.
Beth's breasts were staining against the lace dress, her nipples thrusting against his strong chest, hard with desire. She felt every slight brush of his clothing, as if she wore nothing. Actually, the lace was a little rough, and abraded her nipples, creating a wonderful friction. Thomas began to caress her hips as he pulled back from the kiss, his body moving to the music gracefully and enticingly. Her hands began to clench against his back, slightly digging in her nails, and she felt the bunching of his muscles under the green silk shirt. His breathing was heavy and slow in her ear, and she felt the tickle of his hair against her face. It smelled like musk and soap, erotically enticing. She wound her hands in it, loving the feel of the heavy mass. It was smooth and straight, falling from a central part, past his shoulder blades to the middle of his back. She adored it. Thomas placed a slight kiss on the top of her head and turned her so her back was to him. He wrapped her arms in front of her, his over hers, and pulled her back against him. His hands rested lightly against her ribs. Very lightly, he began to move upwards, cupping his palms against her peaked nipples. He heard a sharp intake of breath immediately before her legs buckled. He caught her around the waist with one arm, not moving the other away from her breast. Her groan was pure pleasure, completely enticing. He rotated his hips gently against her buttocks, his cock raging hard now. He felt like he would burst soon�
The hand around her waist began to travel down to her hips and began to bunch the lace upward. Beth knew she had no panties on, but she didn't care if anyone saw. The rest of the world was lost to her, only she and Thomas existed, floating on a plane of flames and ardor. Soon the hand was touching her bare hip, and she heard his hiss of desire. His palm was hot against her stripped hip, burning an impression into the fragile skin. He reverently stroked the soft surface, feeling the fire under her skin. He'd been surprised there were no panties, but bliss quickly replaced his astonishment. He could smell her hair; a mix of cinnamon and burning leaves, erotic and engulfing. Their hips were melting together, moving in an age-old dance. Her buttocks were round and firm, pressing against the evidence of his desire, softly rubbing against his jeans. He felt as if her whole body were bare and caressing his. She began to undulate slightly, pulling her hips away from his, then rotating them back against him. He laid the hand that had been on her breast on her slight swell of belly, feeling the flex of her muscles. Soon, he thought, I have to get her out of here�
Turning her to face him again, he took her hand in his and guided it to his erection. She began to massage it carefully, knowing he was close to dragging her out of the club. As tall as he was, she should not have been amazed to find how large he was, but she was shocked at the size of his cock. Se imagined she could feel it straining and throbbing against the tight, thick fabric, hot and waiting for her to release it. He moaned against her ear, his lips sending quakes of pleasure through her body. Thomas' mouth began to trace her ear, then began moving toward her throat. His teeth nipped at the skin of her neck, and his lips could feel the wildly beating pulse under the skin. Her perfume smelled of vanilla, and when he lightly licked the column of her white throat, he tasted vanilla. "What is your perfume? I like it�" he breathed against her ear. "Vanilla extract. I like it, too," Beth whispered, her voice quavering with want. "Are you ready to leave?" asked Thomas, his voice full of hope. Beth nodded. He let her dress fall back into place, took her hand and started for the door.
Once outside, he pulled her to him and pressed his lips to hers. He slanted his mouth to cover hers and coaxed her lips open with his hot tongue. She moaned against his mouth, parrying his tongue thrusts with hers. She was so wet and ready, she didn't want to wait until they got to the hotel. Pulling away with difficulty, she whispered into his ear, " Let's go, I can't wait any longer, Thomas. I need you inside me." The last was breathy, intended for only his ears, but he heard her voice as loud as a thunderbolt. In the car, they sat close, stroking each other's bodies in the darkness, waiting, wanting, and burning up. Thomas stopped at the desk at the hotel to as if everything was ready, and if they could send a bottle of the reddest wine they had to his room. The concierge winked and nodded.
In the elevator, they lunged at each other, alone at last. Her hands touched him everywhere, stroking, fondling and kneading. Her mouth was on his throat, tasting salt, heat and male. She sucked on the tender skin, touching her tongue to the pulse that beat erratically under the skin. His hands lifted her groin to his, pressing her into the wall. They were panting, searching for new places to touch, kiss, lick. Her legs came up around his waist and she opened her legs to accept his hips. The ridge of his cock fit into her cleft, and she felt him pulse and strain. He pulled away from her quickly, lowering her feet to the floor.
His breathing was uneven, harsh and hot behind her as the door opened. They stepped out into the hallway, their hands never leaving each other's bodies. At the door to his room, he produced a blindfold from his back pocket. He tied it lightly but securely around her head, and pressed his finger to her lips. "Don't say anything yet. I've always wanted to surprise someone like this, but it never seemed right. With you, it is more than right, it is essential." Thomas opened the door and carried Beth into the room. She felt herself being lowered and stood on the middle of the room. She smelled candles, fire, and felt heat massage her skin. Thomas stood behind her and ran his hands down her body, coming to his knees and resting his cheek against her buttocks. She shivered with pleasure, her body heating with a consuming desire. His hands stroked her legs, lingering behind her knees, caressing the soft skin. His hands traveled up her thighs, lifting the dress with them, uncovering her white thighs inch by antagonizing inch. He touched his burning lips to the skin of her thighs, sending quivers through her body. She moaned as his tongue moved up her skin toward her hips. He took his mouth away from her slowly and stood behind her again. Button by button, he unfastened her dress until it lay open across her back, a snowy expanse of skin peeking at him through the opening. He kissed her back in a hundred different places as his hands pushed the dress away from her body. She was soft, scalding hot, as if they would both go up in flames if he held her too close. But he didn't care. H removed the dress from her torso, letting it hang around her waist. The lace fell gently around her hips, and she lifted her arms to push it away, but he caught her wrists.
"Leave it," he growled quietly. "I will remove your clothing soon, but I want to worship every inch of your body. It's art, beautiful, and I don't want to miss any of it. You'll get your chance, believe me. I need to do this, Beth." The sound of her name on his lips, in that deep, resonating voice made her tremble and quake. He legs shook violently with greedy desire, but she stood against the onslaught of his mouth and tongue. His mouth trailed across her shoulders, leaving a fiery path behind. Thomas tasted her skin, reveling in the scent of her. He nibbled gently on her neck, feeling her pulse jump wildly under the touch of his lips. He began to suck on the skin, drawing the scent and taste of her deep into his mouth. She let out a sob of pleasure, and her knees began to buckle again. He held her against him to steady her legs, but that only made his legs shake. Running his hands up her ribs to her breasts, her lightly pinched her nipples and she shuddered. His large hands cupped her full breasts, her heartbeat underneath them ferociously. He massaged the firm globes, loving the feel of her hard nipples against his palms. Thomas lazily slid his hands to her hips and pressed the dress down and away from her body. The lace whispered to the floor, laying in a pile around her ankles. He stepped back for a moment, listening to the soft mewls of pleasure coming from Beth, to look her over in the candlelight. He was amazed. She was tall and curvaceous, full and soft. She was perfect.
Thomas turned Beth to face him. He looked at her breasts, rising and falling with each heaving breath. Her nipples were dark pink; the rest of her was pure white silk. His hands touched her everywhere, resting a little longer on her waist, stomach and breasts. He raised his hands to her head and tipped it back, allowing him access to her throat. He brushed his lips against her, smelling the vanilla again, and nipped lightly. He was careful not to scratch her with his sharp teeth. She whimpered quietly, in the back of her throat. He groaned as his mouth swooped down on hers. Her mouth was wet, hot, wanting. She opened her mouth to him and touched the tip of her heated tongue to his. She wanted to take off the blindfold, but she wanted him to remove it. "Thomas, I need to touch you� Let me see you� I need to do this to you� Please," Beth whispered against his mouth. Thomas reached up and untied the blindfold. Dumbfounded, Beth looked around the room. A large circle of burning black candles was lined around a velvet cover on the floor. Large pillows were artfully arranged on the velvet, and there was a bucket of ice ready for the wine that should be arriving� now. The knock on the door startled Beth, and she turned and looked straight at Thomas's chest. "Stay right there." He turned to go to the door. Returning a second later with a bottle of wine, he stopped in the doorway to stare at her. She was beautiful. Beth raised her hand and crooked a finger at him. "Come here, Thomas, I have something for you." Her wicked smile almost made him drop the bottle. He walked across the floor deliberately slowly, looking her over with a pleased expression. She took the bottle from him, put it in the ice and turned back to him.
" Now it's my turn. Don't move, under penalty of extreme pleasure." Beth wrapped a length of Thomas' hair in her hand, and pulled his mouth down to hers. She began an erotic assault on his wide mobile lips, teasing with her tongue and brushing her lips softly on his. She let go of his hair and began to unbutton his shirt, kissing every newly exposed bit of flesh, licking her way down his muscular chest. When it was open, she slid her hands under the fabric and pushed the fabric down his arms. As she reached around him to pull off the shirt, her mouth captured one of his nipples and she nipped lightly. Flicking her tongue, she teased the hardened nub of flesh and heard him moan in his throat. "Oh, God, Beth�"
Her mouth continued the siege on his body as her hands wandered across his broad back. His skin was scalding hot, he was flushed and she could tell that she would have to hurry to do what she wanted to do before he lost control. Beth took Thomas' hand, leading him into the half-burned candle ring. As she knelt, she ran her hands delicately over hid taut body, adoring every ripple, feeling the bunching of his muscles beneath her hands. She lightly raked her nails across his chest, and was rewarded with a deep groan. Thomas' head was thrown back, the muscles in his throat working as he restrained himself. When she reached the buckle of his belt, she lowered her head and used her teeth to pull the belt free. Her fingers were agonizingly slow as she unfastened the tight jeans. It was a little difficult to unzip them with his raging erection, but she managed. He was wearing long briefs, black. A small spider tattoo perched on his hip. She looked up to find him watching her, and smiled. Beth hooked her hands under the waistband of his jeans and pulled them down, never taking her eyes off Thomas' face. His eyes were smoking hot, a smoldering green that made her want to run for water.
Beth helped him step out of his knee high leather boots, then removed his jeans. Her hands moved up his legs, followed every inch by her mouth and tongue. She tasted the skin of the inside of his thigh, and it was like putting her tongue to a branding iron. He tasted like salt, heat and male. She kissed her way to his hips, savoring the trip. He was moving his hips a little now, but she wasn't even sure he knew it. His head was thrown back again, and she could see that he was panting. His hair fell to his buttocks, and she reached back to caress them. Hard, round muscle filled her palms. She kneaded them as she lightly nibbled on his cock through the material of his briefs. He was hard as steel, and fiery hot. She pulled his briefs down and was amazed at the shaft that stood proud and hard from the magnificent body. Her hands reached for him, encircling his cock, and she opened her mouth to him.
The second her lips touched his rod, he thought he would come in her mouth. His knees shook with restraint, and he had to try hard not to buck his hips toward her mouth. She lazily shifted her mouth to take him into her, and her tongue circled the head lightly at first, then more forcefully. Beth lifted the huge staff and licked the underside fully, feeling him jerk in her hand as she bit lightly at the base. She took him as far into her mouth as she could then, and held there. She could feel the pulse and steel, the blood and flesh. He tasted fabulous. She raked her teeth carefully up and down the length of him, and placed her hands on his hips. Beth started sucking him into her mouth, languorously, until she had all she could take, then she tilted her head back and opened her throat. She could only take a few more inches that way, but the more the better. Thomas pushed her away slowly and lifted her to her feet. Kissing her tenderly, he picked her up in his arms and knelt on the velvet floor. Bending her back, he took a nipple in his mouth. She bucked under his mouth, but he held her firm. He nipped at the hard pebble, then began to flick his tongue back and forth between the two. Beth moaned loudly, and thought she would come from the silken mouth on her breasts.
He lay her down gently, then slowly covered her body with hid own. His mouth was still at her breast, and he was loath to give up the firm mounds, but he began to work his way down her stomach to the back curls between her thighs. His mouth left a wet heated trail down her body, and he heard her whimpering under his touch. Finally, he reached the apex of her thighs, and he opened her thighs. She did not resist. He parted her lips with his tongue, and caught his breath at he taste of her. Fresh, musky, womanly. She had a tangy taste, a little bite on the tongue. He ran his tongue up and down the cleft slowly, licking away the juices that had seeped out of her lips. She was so wet he was covered from nose to chin with her sweet juices. She writhed under his mouth, pressing into him and pulling away, and he put her legs over his shoulder. Finding the center of her pleasure, he sucked gently on it to gauge her reaction. She moaned his name, and that was almost his undoing�
He pressed his tongue into her vagina, curling and licking the tunnel. With one last swipe of the tongue, he pulled away and looked at her. Her face was flushed, and so was most of her body. She stared back at him with a heated gaze and said, "Thomas, I need you inside me, please�" He could no longer hold back. Beth felt his body, long and hard cover hers. Her thighs parted under his hips, and she felt his steel against her. Her hands went to his face, and she looked into his eyes as he poised himself to drive into her. In one motion, he was in her. Her head fell back and her eyes closed. Lips parted, she flicked her tongue out to wet her lips. He watched her face with fascination. Her breasts were crushed against his chest, and he could feel her nipples, hard and peaked against him. He waited until he could move without coming immediately, then began a slow, deliberate stroke. He retreated, only to plunge deeply back into her, slick and satiny, tight and burning hot. He was harder than he'd ever been, and she was taking his entire cock. Then with one stroke, she was coming, and he could feel the muscles in her cunt tighten around him, pulsing out of control. Beth's nails raked his back, leaving bright red trails. Her eyes opened wide, she moaned his name, and opened her mouth to a groan that was part human, part animal. He saw the teeth that she'd kept hidden, so like his own, and he knew then she was the one his mother warned him would steal her son away. He buried himself in her satiny sheath and came with a force that was incredible. She had made him hotter than any other woman he'd known, and as he thrust convulsively against her, he called her name and moaned with her.
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