I love the way he sniffed at my scent, the way he ran his nose along the crease between my thigh and my sex that was already weeping, preparing to accept him. And then I felt his fingers, pulling me open for his eyes to feast and my skin blushed with embarrassment.
Then I felt his tongue and all thought fled; everything except the bliss and rapture I felt as he ate me out like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted. And those sounds he made, guttural growls that escaped his lungs unchecked, only seemed to heat my blood even further.
I moved wantonly beneath him, my fingers clenched tightly in his hair as I guided him; not that he needed it, he’s very good at this. For some reason that thought stuck with me and like a light bulb going off inside my head I started questioning why. Why is he so good at making love?
I gripped his hair hard and pulled, making him look up at me in surprise and without warning, maneuvered our bodies so that I was the one on top. I sat on his lower stomach with my hands around his neck and squeezed. “Where did you learn to do all that stuff?”
“What?” He had the nerve to laugh and reach for me. I evaded his arms and smacked them away. “Oh no you don’t, answer me. How many lovers have you had?”
“Too many to count, do you know how old I am?”
I gave his answer some thought but I had some ideas of my own on the subject. “That’s not fair, you’ve had so many and I’ve had a grand total of one. I think I need to even the score… Hey!” I’d barely got the last word out before I found myself flat on my back with a very angry vampyre glaring down at me.
“Don’t even think about it.”
“I don’t think your son can breathe with your hands wrapped around my neck like that.” Why am I getting such a kick out of his reaction? He eased up his chokehold hurriedly and I bit back my laughter. I think I’ve found a new way to torment him.
“I don’t see why not, I thought your kind was into sharing partners, I’ve heard whispers about orgies.”
“Your nymph ass is trying to get yourself killed. Keep talking.” My eyes fell on the tic in his jaw and I became fascinate.
I got so lost studying this change in his usually cool temperament that I missed his intent until it was too late. In the blink of an eye he had my legs thrown over his shoulders and had bent them back to my ears while a fire started between my thighs.
And then he was there; right where I needed him most, filling me so good that I needed nothing more. He was still mad though I saw and decided to take it out on my poor passionflower by pounding into me with full force over and over.
I don’t think I helped matters when I laughed up at him and egged him on. “More, harder, faster.” I did all the things I know he likes, squeezing down hard with my inner muscles each time he stroked into me, then flexing and relaxing around his throbbing cock until I dragged those beloved sounds from his lips.
“Damn you!” I laughed at his pseudo rage until I felt his teeth in my neck, this time none too gently. “Oh shit!” As I felt his teeth sink in deep, felt the blood rush to the surface beneath the place where his mouth was, something inside me took flight and for the merest of moments I was outside of myself looking down at us on the bed, entwined around each other on the messy sheets. It was beautiful!
My arms grabbed onto him to keep myself from being pounded off the bed, as he seemed to have gone into some kind of frenzy. I felt fear for a brief moment before a feeling of serene calm overcame me even as my sex heated up wildly.
He lapped my flesh where he’d broken the skin and drank from me and I felt a peace that cannot be put into words enter me. I felt tender towards him now, more loving than I had just a few short seconds ago and I understood that he’d just fulfilled the last part of the mating ritual.
Now when he pulled back to look down at me I understood the light in his eyes, because it now shone from my own. It was a light of budding love and adoration for the one that will be beside me for the rest of my days. And suddenly I couldn’t wait to live out the rest of my life with him. To see what new wonders he’d bring to me in the coming years.