It was the middle of the night or very early morning, still dark outside when I woke up. I laid without moving and listened to the sounds of crickets and peepers coming through the open window. The evening had been unusually warm for spring, and since we’d tossed the covers aside I could feel the gentle breeze on my naked body. I turned my head to study his silhouette. I could tell he was still asleep by his slow, easy breathing. I rolled onto my side as quietly as I could so as not to disturb him, and that’s when I realized what had woken me up. I reached down between my legs and felt the warmth and wetness of period blood. Instinctively my hand shot out to feel around the bedsheets underneath me, but luckily they seemed to be dry. I figured I could slip out of bed without waking him and go clean myself up, and normally that’s exactly what I would have done. Instead, though, my hand went back between my legs and I started tracing my fingertips up and down my slit, feeling how slippery the blood made me.

He told me before that he would happily make a mess with me, that not only was he okay with period Sex, but he genuinely desired it. My fingers pushed past my labia to tease my entrance, and I used the blood I found there to rub circles around my clit. I was thinking about what our bodies would look like in the morning if we spent the rest of tonight fooling around with each other. Like abstract art, I imagined. That gave me an idea that almost made me laugh. I hadn’t done any kind of finger painting in a while.

I rolled onto my back and spread my legs, with my feet planted and my knees bent. I cradled my Pussy in the palm of my hand and stuck my middle finger inside. My hips naturally wanted to meet the rhythm of my finger as I started to massage myself, but I was trying not to wake him up. I bit my bottom lip and took my finger out, then drew an L on my left inner thigh, right beside my Pussy. I put my finger in again, allowed myself a moment of pleasure, then took it out to draw an i. By the time I wrote out Lick I was trying hard to keep my breathing steady. I knew how he liked to take his time licking my Pussy, teasing me until I was begging him to make me cum. I couldn’t help but wonder whether I would be okay with kissing him after he went down on me. I took my finger out again to write B midway down my thigh. When I’d repeated my process for every letter in Bite, I had to take a break to get my breathing under control. I was being too noisy.

He was sleeping so peacefully beside me, completely unaware of how worked up I’d gotten myself. I was holding my breasts and pinching my nipples while I watched him, matching my breath to his until it was slow and even again. The blood on my thigh seemed to be mostly dry already, and I admired the way it stood out against my pale skin. I played with my Pussy for a minute before I stuck my middle finger inside again, then wrote the final word Kiss right next to my knee. Suddenly my body was awash with excitement since it was time to wake him up to play. I sat up and looked over at him and wondered how I should do it. I felt a little unsure of myself, this was all new to me.

I dipped my finger into my Pussy and then started painting tiny hearts all over him, up his arm, across his ribs and chest and shoulders. I was a little surprised he was sleeping through it. I paused and looked down at his neck. If his body was my canvas then I thought that spot ought to be painted with a kiss. I held my hand up in front of my face and tentatively stuck my tongue out to taste my fingertip. It tasted like blood, I’m not sure what I was expecting. But I didn’t feel apprehensive about it anymore as I wiped my finger across my lips to put it on like lipstick. I leaned over and kissed the spot just below his ear.

“Mmm,” he moaned sleepily. I thought he might just drift off back to sleep, so I took his hand and put it on my Pussy so he could feel for himself what was going on. He moaned again, and this time opened his eyes and looked over at me. His fingers had started rubbing me as soon as he realized what he was touching, but I couldn’t be sure how much of me he could actually see in the dim moonlight. I leaned over and kissed his mouth. His whole body froze as I’m guessing he tasted the blood on my lips. He pulled away from me and pushed me back onto the bed so he could reach across and turn on the bedside lamp. I had to squint at the sudden brightness, but when I looked at him his eyes were focused on me. I could tell by his expression that this was no time for play. He looked like a hungry lion in the face of a gazelle, and I was looking back at him with doe-eyed surprise.

“My beautiful girl,” he said, his voice husky. “Is that period blood on your lips?” I nodded yes but my voice felt lost. I didn’t need it though, because in the next moment he was kissing me hard. I gasped when he bit my bottom lip and then practically melted when he started sucking on it. Our tongues met and their dance was urgent, I moaned into his mouth.

“I need you to take care of me,” I whispered. My need was beginning to feel desperate. He started kissing his way down my neck, past my collarbone, then back and forth across my chest as his hands came to hold my breasts. I could feel the ache of desire in my nipples, which he was very intentionally not touching. “Please,” I begged. He pinched both nipples hard at the same time, causing me to cry out. Then his mouth was kissing the undersides of each breast in turn. He gave me one Love bite on my right breast before continuing his kisses down my ribs and belly. I was squirming by the time he got to my hips. I felt him pause then heard him laugh.

“You gave me instructions?” he asked, grabbing me roughly by the thighs and pushing my legs wide open. I didn’t have time to answer before he was kissing the inside of my left thigh right beside my knee. He kept kissing and nibbling his way up, biting roughly a couple times, until he was licking the outer lips of my Pussy. Just when I thought he was going to give me the attention I craved, he went back and did the same thing to my other leg. It was a delicious torture waiting for him to make his way back up my thigh. I could feel how wet I was, and I could tell it was no longer just the blood making me that way. My hands tangled in his hair when he reached my Pussy, but he didn’t try to tease me again. I layed back and whimpered while he absolutely devoured me. He didn’t let up until he made me scream.

I didn’t even have a chance to catch my breath before his cock was inside me. I felt my eyes roll back in my head as he filled up my sensitive, swollen Pussy. He put his hand around my throat. “Look at me,” he commanded. I did my best to keep my vision focused on his face. “Good girl,” he praised me. He leaned in and started making out with me, and I found I did not mind the taste of blood at all. My hands clawed at his back and my legs wrapped around his waist. I dug the heel of my foot into his Ass, pushing him to thrust into me even harder. He straightened up and started getting really rough.

“Let me ride you,” I pleaded when it started getting to be too much. He rolled off me and laid on his back.

“Get over here,” he said.

I kissed him before I climbed on top, sitting on his chest so that my Ass was nearly in his face. I moaned when I leaned over to take the head of his cock in my mouth and he pressed his thumb against my asshole. He massaged it slowly with firm pressure, and only pushed into it when I swallowed his cock far enough down my throat to make me gag. I could feel the prickle of his chest hair on my clit like a pleasurable itch that needed to be scratched. He spanked me when I pulled back to catch my breath.

“Give me that pretty little asshole,” he said, grabbing my hips. I adjusted myself so he could reach me with his tongue. When he licked me I felt a shiver run down my spine. It felt good but it also tickled, and he held me tight to make sure I didn’t squirm away. My giggles and moans were getting all mixed up with each other as he went to town on me. I held his cock in my hand but my stroking was sporadic as I lost myself in the pleasure of him basically french kissing my Ass. I had to force myself to snap out of it and push his head back down onto the pillow.

“Fuck,” he moaned. He was slightly out of breath. I looked over my shoulder at him and smiled, then shuffled forward on my knees so I could put his cock back in my Pussy where it belonged. He kept his hands on me as I started riding him, and I went slow so I could feel every inch. He filled me up so good in this position. I moved in exactly the way that I liked, and I could feel the pressure building inside of me. I think somehow he was able to tell, because he propped himself up on his elbow and reached his other arm around to put his fingers on my clit. He didn’t even move them, he just held me and let me rock back and forth on him until my movements started becoming rushed. “Are you gonna cum for me, babygirl?” he asked. But my moans would have to be answer enough, because just then my Pussy started to spasm on his cock.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed himself against my back. Before I knew it he had gotten out from under me without ever taking his cock out of my Pussy. I felt a little delirious from Cumming so hard, so I couldn’t really be sure how he had managed that. He was behind me now while I was on my hands and knees, and he grabbed my hair as he began to really fuck me. He was telling me how good I looked, how good I felt, and what a good girl I was for him. I could feel that he was getting closer, and though it was difficult I managed to ask through the gasps and the moans if he would turn me over onto my back. I wanted to be able to look into his eyes when he finished in me. He pulled out for a split second and flipped my body over easily, then he was back inside me without wasting any time. I couldn’t keep my hands off him as he fucked me harder and harder, and just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore I felt him swell and then explode.

He collapsed on top of me and I wrapped my arms and legs around him tight while we let our breath get back to normal. “You’re amazing,” he murmured.

“That felt really good,” I said. I wanted to see what we looked like, and the sun was just beginning to rise. “Should we take a picture then get cleaned up?” I asked.

He chuckled and propped himself up on an arm to look at me. “You sure you wanna see what kind of mess we made?”

“Mhm,” I nodded. I let him help me sit up, my body was feeling a little stiff and I could tell I would be noticing his affect on me all day tomorrow. I only glanced at the sheets as we got out of bed. I wasn’t ready to think about that clean up yet. He led me into the bathroom where we admired our bodies in the mirror. I took a picture of our reflection to be able to look back on later.

“Did you do these hearts?” he asked, lifting his arm to examine the tiny blood spots. I nodded and smiled. He wrapped his arms around me and picked me up in a bear hug. “I almost don’t even want to Shower,” he laughed.

I laughed too then kissed him deeply. When we finally pulled apart I sighed contentedly. “Don’t worry,” I told him. “We can definitely do this again.”