Giving Her Host The Most update

Catching him looking, she quickly snapped her legs together. But there was a slight grin upon her lips and a cheekiness to how her eyes avoided his gaze, like she was daring him to back down… or not.

Harry abruptly decided to see if he could push this further. “When I was a kid, the best way to see up a girl’s skirt was to hide under the bleachers.”

Bianca returned his steady gaze, her eyes calculating but not discouraging. No anger, no sign of venom. Harry thought her knees were even wider apart than they had been.

“Then I realized you can just ask a girl to show you her panties. But if you want to know what she tastes like, you have to find out for yourself.”

Bianca’s lower lip dipped slightly. A long moment passed with them hanging open. “I’ve found out what many women taste like.”

“So have I. And I’d say you must be something like peaches and cream.” Harry smacked his lips. “Am I close?”

“I’ve never tasted myself.”

“That can change, once I’m done with you.”

They moved into each other’s arms, lips coming together in a passionate kiss. The high, proud hills of Bianca’s breasts were crushed into Harry’s chest. Her belly curved deliciously against his groin. He knew she could feel his prick. He felt the waiting cool-hot of her—like a summer rain, brisk and yet invigorated with the sun. She was a vampire, but she was still a woman.

He pushed against her to make sure she felt his sheer size; with her lack of humanity, he wouldn’t be going easy on her. He’d be seeing how much she could take.

His arms were already around her, so he moved his hands down and over the supple roll of her buttocks. He rubbed the lush mound of each of her glutes, stroked the cleft between them. His cock grew, longer and thicker than the mere sight of her could make it. He patted her springy flesh and felt its roundness quiver against his fingertips. His knob swelled out from his foreskin, big and awash in precum.

“You know how a girl likes to be touched,” Bianca said.

“I don’t think there’s much you wouldn’t like.”

Bianca smiled. “Only if you stopped.”

“I’m not going to.”

“Yes, you will. Eventually. But see if you can make me beg for mercy first.”

“That’s not what you’ll beg for,” Harry said confidently.

He moved his touch to the backs of her thighs. Her skirt was lifted out of the way—his hand went underneath it. He cupped the firmness of her ass, fingering the thin nylon panties which denied him that last little feel of her.

Bianca swayed her hips as he explored her ass with his fingers, finally slipping under her panties to stroke the naked softness of her cheek. She murmured with approval. Harry put his hand all the way in, feeling his way from one warm expanse of skin to the next. They were as firm as what a cheerleader would have under her pleats, but also plump with womanliness. Bianca was no China doll.

As much as Harry liked a woman in lingerie, he decided Bianca’s panties had served their purpose. She was clearly turned on by being played with and Harry was keen to see just how sensitive that nicely shaped ass was. He intended to do a lot more back there than just squeeze.

Bianca didn’t even pretend to resist as he drew her panties down. She knew she was here to do much more than get felt up. The panties pulled inside out as they came down off her hips, and Harry felt the wet crotch of them.

He got them all the way down, coming to his knees, and then stroked Bianca’s stockinged legs. She put her hands on his shoulders, leaning on him, and lifting her feet for him so he could get her panties past her shoes.

Now Harry ran his hands up the backs of her legs, the seam of her stockings, to her garters, where her sculpted legs became warm, full thighs. He squeezed the tender flesh—slid his fingers underneath the straps and saw how much she quivered when he was touching her where she usually didn’t even let guys look. She seemed to like being felt instead of looked at her: hot wetness was suddenly the defining feature of her twitching womanhood.