Marks on Her Skin

The air smelled of fresh-cut grass and charcoal smoke from the grill. Lena and I were alone at the dacha—her husband and the guys had taken off to the store for beer, and I'd volunteered to help her make the salad. She stood at the table in a thin sundress, and when she reached for a bowl, the fabric hugged her hips so tight my mouth went instantly dry.

"You're looking at me like that again," she said quietly, not turning around. Her voice was a little raspy, like she already knew where this was going.

"I can't help it," I said, moving closer. My fingers found her waist through the light fabric on their own. The skin under the sundress was hot. "I've wanted to bite you all morning, Lena. Right here... where nobody can see."

She let out a short breath but didn't pull away. Instead, she arched her back slightly, pressing her ass against my already rock-hard cock.

"You serious?" she whispered, turning her head. Her eyes were bright. "What if Sergey comes back early?"

"Then we'll be very quiet..." I leaned in and ran my lips along her neck. "Or do you want me to stop?"

Lena answered not with words but by taking my hand and guiding it under her sundress, straight onto her damp panties.

"Fuck me, Dim. Just gently... and with bites. I've been fantasizing about this for so long."

I turned her to face me and kissed her. Her lips were soft, slightly salty from the heat. While our tongues tangled, I pulled her sundress off—it dropped to her feet like a scrap of cloth. Lena's tits were full, her nipples already hard. I bent down and took one in my mouth, grazing it with my teeth.

"Ahhh..." she breathed out, digging her fingers into my hair. "Harder... just a little..."

I obeyed, increasing the pressure of my teeth. She trembled, getting wetter between her legs—I could feel it with my fingers already sliding over her smooth pussy. Her clit was swollen, and when I ran my thumb over it, Lena let out a quiet moan into my shoulder.

We barely made it to the bedroom. I sat her on the edge of the wide wooden table, spread her thighs, and stood between them. My cock was standing at attention, the head glistening with precum. Lena took it in her hand herself, stroked up and down, then leaned down and gave it a quick lick.

"Tasty..." she whispered, looking me in the eyes. "Come on... I want you inside me."

I entered slowly, feeling her hot, tight pussy grip every inch. Lena arched her back, wrapping her legs around my lower back. The first thrust was deep—she let out a quiet cry and immediately bit my neck in response.

"Fuck... that feels so good," I breathed, starting to move. "You're so wet... dripping all over me."

"Deeper..." she raked her nails down my back. "And bite me... please..."

I leaned into her shoulder and sank my teeth in just above her collarbone. Not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to leave a definite mark. Lena shuddered all over, her pussy clenching around my cock so hard I almost came right then.

"More..." she moaned, rocking her hips to meet me. "Leave marks on me... so I can look in the mirror later and remember how you fucked me on this table..."

I fucked her faster and faster, the table creaking under us. Every thrust came with a new bite—on her neck, on her tits, on the inside of her thigh when I crouched down for a moment to lick her clit. I ran my tongue over the swollen bud, then sucked hard with my lips and grazed it with my teeth. Lena writhed in my hands, cursing softly and begging me not to stop.

"Dim... I'm gonna... ahhh... bite me harder!"

I stood up, pushed back inside her from standing, and sank my teeth into the base of her neck. She came first—sudden, wet, trembling all over, squeezing me from the inside. The hot walls of her pussy pulsed, milking the last of my control.

"I'm gonna... too..." I rasped.

"Cum inside me," she breathed into my ear, then bit my earlobe herself. "I want to feel you filling me with your cum..."

I thrust one last time, hard, and emptied myself deep inside her, growling against her skin. The orgasm was long and hot, my legs shaking. We froze, breathing heavy, slick with sweat and juices.

Afterward, I pulled out carefully. Thick white cum ran down her thighs. Lena ran a finger over the fresh bite mark on her breast, smiled, and brought her finger to my lips.

"Tasty?" she whispered.

"You're tasty everywhere," I said, and kissed her slower, softer this time.

We managed to clean up just a minute before we heard the car pull into the yard. Lena threw her sundress back on, and I quickly wiped down the table. On her neck and shoulders, faint pink marks from my teeth stood out—little secret stamps she'd be hiding under concealer all week.

"Next time," she whispered, quickly kissing the corner of my mouth, "leave them lower. So I can lick them myself when I'm remembering how you fucked me."

I just nodded, feeling my cock already stiffening again in my shorts. We both knew—this was only the beginning.