Watch your tongue

I cupped his face in my hands and kissed him on the forehead. Later, I tilted his face sideways and bit both cheeks. I made sure that I was not biting him so hard but with a light and soft bite.

After giving him a bite, I looked at him, and he was smiling.

“Why are you smiling like that?” I questioned him.

“You know, how did you give that bite?” HE asked.

“How?” I have a feeling that he is teasing me or making fun of me.

“You have given me a bite like you are bunting a baby, not an elder,” he said, with a huge smile on his lips.

“I am not a baby,” I pouted.

“You are not. But you took me as a baby,” he pulled my nose.

“No, how else should I give you a bite?” I asked.

“Let me show you,” he answered, pulling me closer. Looking directly into my eyes, he gave me a hard bite on my neck.

“Hiss,” I hissed in pain, and the next second he started kissing and licking my bite, sending a shiver down my body. I can feel heat passing through every nerve of my body. I leaned forward, giving him more