He wanted his hands on her, his mouth, his c**k pushing into her.
When he reached the bedroom, he shoved the door shut with his foot just in case Merl returned early.
“You ready for me, warrior?” Her eyelids were low, her breathing ragged.
She reached up and released the clip, letting her mane of wild hair flow over her shoulders.
She touched her blouse, folding it away to reveal a sheer bra. Her ni**les had formed hard beads and he wanted a taste.
He crossed to her, sliding one arm around her back, then dipping low to suck her left breast through the fabric. She moaned and shed her scent. He played with her damp wing-locks, running his fingers over several of them until she writhed against him as he sucked.
Her hands dipped into his hair, pulling it from the leather straps he used to tie them back. She dove her fingers into the mass and tugged at the back of his neck. Her breast flexed as he sucked.
“Samuel, I’m so close again. My God, what you do to me.” He drew back and said, “I want to try something with you.”
“Anything.” He groaned. “You’ll need to be completely undressed.” She nodded and with a mere thought, removed the rest of her clothes. He grew very still as his gaze drifted down her body, resting on her full br**sts, her navel, her bare lower lips.
For a moment, he couldn’t think, couldn’t remember what he’d had in mind.
He nodded a couple of times, more to clear his head than anything else. Then he remembered and hissed softly.
“Now lie back on the bed.” She stretched out and with her body prone she became a banquet for him. He leaned over her, off to the side of her legs, because for what he had in mind he needed both his hands free. He started to rub her lower abdomen, back and forth with one hand. “How does this feel?” Her lips parted. “Oh,” came out in a long, soft moan, then, “Good.” He massaged lightly back and forth over her pelvis.
“Are you feeling something similar, like at the island?”
“Yes, like a vibration, a humming.” He massaged deeper.
Her body arched. “Oh, that’s heaven.”
“What does it feel like?”
“Like waves of pleasure, wherever your hand moves.”
“Pull your knees up.” She obeyed and with his free hand he stroked the inside of her leg, pushing toward her groin. Her right thigh rested against his body. At the same time, he continued to rub her abdomen, watching her stomach muscles flex and relax over and over, as her hips begin to rock.
He moved his right hand further down her thigh, then rippled the back of his fingers over her lower lips. She whimpered. He did this several times, watching her face and her abdomen. She was very wet.
Using two fingers, he slid inside. She arched her back and cried out. Slowly, he moved his fingers in and out. He wanted to bring her like this, to watch her come.
He kept massaging her abdomen on the outside as he thrust his fingers inside.
Her hips pushed back, her neck arched, and she cried out. He drove his fingers faster. Her cries sharpened and fell from her lips one after the other until he could feel her internal muscles pulsing with ecstasy as she came.
She was so beautiful, her moans, her mouth open, her hands gripping the comforter, her hips pushing against his hand, reaching for that last bit of pleasure.
When at last she settled down, breathing hard, she turned to look at him.
“That was wonderful. Amazing. Your touch is almost magical.” The words were hushed, then she sighed deeply.
He rose up, easing back. He continued to rub the inside of her thigh, the opposite leg now slack.
“Your turn,” she said, a sated smile on her lips. “But I think you should lose the clothes.” He moved to stand between her legs, still spread for him so that his view was exactly what he wanted. He loved a woman’s body, that her sex was a secret place to seek, find, and explore.
As he grabbed the bottom of his t- shirt, she lifted up on her elbows to watch, so he stripped slowly. He was built, a happy effect of his warrior job and of working out. He gave her the show she wanted, removing his shirt slowly and at the same time flexing various muscles and watching her gaze rove his shoulders, his pecs, his biceps.
He put his hand on his abs and flexed, then let his fingers glide slowly down his stomach. Her gaze followed.
She’d already felt his arousal more than once, but she hadn’t actually seen him.
He wanted her to have a good look, to see what would soon be inside her while he pierced her neck and took from her. He lowered his jeans, his c**k jutting at a strong angle.
To his surprise, she moved, and was off the bed, before he had a chance to think or to react. She fell on her knees on the floor in front of him, her hands on his hips as her mouth surrounded his cock.
“Fuck,” he muttered into the cool air of the room, her warm mouth a fire around him.
She suckled.
Oh, God, she sucked, deep pulls, bringing him as far into her mouth as she could get. She dipped her fingers below and teased his testicles.
Her head bobbed as she set a rhythm.
It felt too damn good. He waited though, lasting as long as he could while watching the mass of her blond hair move up and down.
But it was too much.
He pulled back. “I could come so easily like this, but I want more from you right now.” She looked up at him, holding her mouth in a beautiful round shape. She nodded. “Samuel, there’s something I want from you, in this position first.” He frowned, not understanding.
“What?”
“I want your vein like this, while I’m on my knees. Or would it be too much?” Her words stunned him, that she would want to take him low like this.
Would it be too much? Maybe. But he didn’t care. He loved that she wanted to drink from him at his groin and something inside his heart began to open and lean toward her. She was so free with her body, enjoying him. He’d never allowed anyone to get this close before, not in his long century of ascended life.
Never.
He looked down at his cock, twitching with need. “I think it’ll be okay.” She leaned forward, kissed his groin and began swiping her tongue over his skin in long sweeps, a signal for the vein to rise.
He trembled. He wanted to feel her fangs. “Take your fill, Vela.” His most primal nature needed more than anything for his woman to have what she needed.
With one hand she held onto his hip and with her other, she rounded his body and gripped his ass.
Her head bobbed as she licked his skin, coaxing his vein to rise for her. He could feel the swelling a vampire could create, the vein rising, pushing upward, seeking the sharp points of a fang.