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"When did a little blood become such a big deal?" He pulls her closer to him. She smiles at him questioningly. "You really don't care?" His smile meets hers."Not in the slightest. Why, does that surprise you?"She places her bag on the coffee table. "I guess I'm just used to guys being assholes about this." She puts her hands on his chest. "Guys are too often assholes in general." She nods at his words and they both laugh.He grabs the glass of wine from the coffee table next to them. "I'm sorry you've had to deal with immature men in the past." He puts the glass to her lips. "On behalf of all of us, let me make it up to you."He shoots her a wink as she takes another sip. She kisses him, the taste and smell of red wine inundating his senses. "I'd like that."Their hands begin caressing and exploring each other as new lovers do. Her fingers run through his hair and down the chiseled curvature of his abdomen. His hand cradles her neck, while the other hand traces its fingers down the small of her back. They press lips to lips and lips to skin, feeling out the textures and the flavors and the pace. She toys with his bottom lip in her teeth to see if he'll nibble back. He wraps his tongue around hers to see just how nimble it can be.She tugs up on his shirt, but with wide shoulders like his, it takes several pulls to get it off. He returns the favor, unhooking her bra and pressing his chest firm against hers. Her fingers grab his belt buckle, Ataşehir Escort and she walks the two of them backwards to the edge of the bed. Their eyes are locked as he pushes her softly onto linen. She bounces lightly, breasts moving beneath her shirt. He leans down slowly, sliding his hands up her thighs, fingers pushing against the tight fabric. She gasps a little and pulls him closer.Kisses spread from her face to her neck to the space between her breasts, his strong hands caressing them as her nipples slip between his fingers. The kisses don't stop. They head further down, becoming stronger and more erratic the lower they get. As if they're building to something. He gets to her pants line and runs his tongue along it. Their eyes meet, and she feels fingers pulling open her button and zipper.He lifts her legs into the air, running his eyes and hands along them from her ankles to her ass. Staring at them longingly, like he's admiring a sculpture. His fingers slide under her ass cheeks and wrap around the top of her jeans. They pull off smoothly under his grip.Palms caress her thighs as they slide down and push her legs open. She looks down to see his pants already off and his erection pointed towards her. Those hands and lips of his were so distracting that she didn't even notice his clothes come off with hers. But she feels it when the warmth of his thighs presses along the inside of her legs. Ataşehir Escort Bayan They envelop her skin, the body heat merging and making its way up her spine to the back of her neck.She didn't expect things to go this far. Not tonight. How many men have changed their tune the moment she told them she started her period? Enough to be a pattern. Enough to set an expectation. Enough to put an end to a long night of great first impressions and sexy flirting and wonderful buildup. But here she is. With his hard torso and thick legs running along the lower half of her. She's so wet she can feel it, and his hardness is resting just a few inches from its destination. He is clearly different. He is not a pattern. And he doesn't seem to give a fuck about expectations.She pulls his face to hers, tasting him again and running her fingers through his hair, to the firm muscles of neck and shoulders. Every part of him is hard, tense with the anticipation of the moment. She feels the enlarged head of his cock leaning against her pussy, the wetness of it almost inviting him in. He shifts his eyes from hers to her chest, then down to his own manhood. She grabs his cheeks, pulling his gaze back to hers."I might get your sheets dirty?" Her stare is half nervous half questioning. His hands slide up her chest to her face, pressing his lips to hers as he does. "I told you, I don't care. Make them as dirty as you Escort Ataşehir want." He laughs and moves his lips to her neck, pressing in and pulling on flesh as they pull away. She moans against the warmth of his mouth and his hands, which explore every inch of her. His fingers grip her hips, as he lifts himself and pushes his cock to rest against her. She can feel him throbbing on her clit, a perfect union of eager parts ready to make themselves one with each other."I want you." His whispering lips move to her chest and her stomach. Suddenly, she feels his kisses bouncing along her skin just above her pussy. "Is he really going there?" Her thought doesn't linger long before being answered. His lips surround her clit, sucking it into her mouth. She can feel his tongue play with it, pulling it along the inside of his mouth. She bucks at his touch, the wetness of his mouth rushing around her. She spaces out, hands pushing into the sheets next to her. The next thing she knows, his lips are back to hers, his teeth nibbling on her bottom lip. She can tell from his heart rate he is more aroused than before. Like a fire has been lit within him.He rubs his thick head against her, pushing inside slowly. She wants all of him and grabs his butt, pulling him deep into her. She cries out, as he fills her up and she sees his mouth fall open above her. She loves feeling full, every inch of him throbbing and running along her insides.They move slowly at first, two lovers taking in every new sensation and texture. His soft movements turn into heavier thrusts, while her delicate hands begin gripping his scalp and squeezing his strong leg muscles. She runs her hand down his chest, ab muscles rippling beneath as they contract and expand from labored breaths.