Karyn couldn't deny that. Drawn against him as she was with her ass pressed firmly against his crotch, she could feel he was as hard as granite. She wondered if it hurt him to be so tightly confined in his clothes. She found herself rubbing her body against him to assuage the pain but it only made him harder.
His hands moved up her abdomen to her chest and he lightly squeezed her breasts. He was hurting, yes, but very pleased with her and if she was wary of him before, she lost her doubts now.
Karyn caught one of his hands and brought his fingers to her lips. She licked the tip of his index finger before sliding it into her mouth ever so slowly and sucked on it. Examining the taste of his skin with her tongue. Knowing he would start to kiss her neck in response and begin to nibble her there the way she liked. Inviting him to take over and feed his fingers to her mouth as if they were his cock.
Malcolm picked her up.
"Where's your bed?" he asked her.
She pointed across her living room. "It's down the hallway on the left."
He kissed her passionately while he carried her there. Once inside the door he put her on her bed.
"This room is very familiar to me," he said remembering their shared dreams. He looked around briefly and saw her red silk pajamas lying on the chaise by the window. "I don't like those," he said. He looked down at her and touched her blouse. "I don't happen to like this either. Take it off, lalid."
Karyn didn't hesitate. It seemed strangely hypnotic to follow his command. His eyes seemed to flash as every inch of her upper body was exposed to his studious gaze. He even licked his lips when she unfastened her bra. It had a front closure and she peeled the fabric away from her skin and let it fall from her body revealing her dark bronze breasts and Hershey Kiss nipples.
"Take everything off."
Malcolm was fighting for control. He wanted to cover her naked skin with his lips. Plant his body inside of her and stay there forever. He was rock hard and his cock was impatient. But he knew if he touched her now, their evening would be over before it began. The realm of aleyksha was powerful, but reality was so much more explosive.
So he dared not touch her. For now, he took pleasure in watching her unzip her skirt and then stand up to let it slide down her trim legs and pool at her feet. She wore silk panties that he wanted to hold to his face and smell because she was so wet he could see the darker color of dampness at their center.
When her pussy was finally revealed he damn near swore to himself. Her upper thighs were glistening wet with her dew. It was all he could take. He kneeled in front of her and began to lick it off her.
Karyn stroked the back of his smooth head, guiding him. Telling him with the pressure of her fingers and hand where he should lick her and just how much although she didn't have to. Their bodies were attuned to each other and just at the right moment, he spread the lips of her cunt and flicked his tongue against her clit. Karyn cried out and held him closer.
Malcolm lifted her right leg and placed it over his shoulder helping her keep her balance while giving him more access to her center. Then he continued his assault on her pulsing clit. He held her backside in his hand steadying her as her body began to tense and become rigid. He began to alternate between sucking her clit and sliding his tongue into her pussy.
Malcolm had a very talented tongue. Karyn’s cries became louder and louder as he pushed his tongue into her as far as it could go. It amazed her at just how far he could actually reach.
She wondered if he could touch her g-spot with his tongue. In response to her thoughts, Malcolm pulled her thighs apart even wider and pressed his mouth flush against her. His tongue pushed inside her even more and he rotated it with such control that he found that spot of release for her and she gave up on trying to keep still. Pleasure erupted from her like a volcano and she screamed out wildly as her orgasm ripped through her. When it was over, she felt herself going boneless in Malcolm's arms in total bliss.
Karyn didn't know when it happened but when she next opened her eyes, she found herself in the center of the bed with Malcolm's hands between her legs. He had his fingers inside of her vagina and was slowly massaging her inner body. She reacted with a tremble that let him know that she was awake.
"This was actually a surprise for me," he said to her. "You like me to touch you even when you're asleep. Very sexy, lalid."
Karyn liked it when he said the word ‘sexy'. His unique accent was a definite turn-on and made her tingle from head to foot. Karyn wanted him again. She wanted him right now. Problem was, he still had on all his clothes.
Malcolm still had his hand inside of her but she removed it. It was regrettable, but only for a moment. She pushed herself up to sitting position and reached out to grab his belt, unbuckling it and stripping it from around his waist. Then she pulled his shirt free from his slacks and felt the hard muscles of his abdomen clench as she continued to unzip them.
She didn't bother to pull his pants off. She just wanted to release his dick and once it was exposed, she caressed its hot tempting length in her palm. She then bent down and took his long black penis in her mouth. She held the base of it in her fist and began to pump it.
Having stimulation at both ends of his dick was nearly the breaking point for Malcolm. Karyn could tell by the way his breath caught and how his hands gripped her head. His fingers were entangled in her thick mass of curls and he thrust his hips at her as he fucked her mouth.
"Karyn," he said hoarsely with his eyes closed, "You should stop or I'll come all over your lips." But he kept thrusting. He couldn't stop.
She liked that she could make him feel this way. Malcolm always seemed to be in such control of himself. She like that she could make his body tremble and quake just as he did hers.
"I'm not going to stop," she said to him briefly. "You tasted my orgasm and I'm going to taste yours."
Karyn increased the suction on his penis causing him to pump his hips faster and harder. Still she took him in her mouth as deep as she could. She felt the thick head of him at the back of her throat. She initially had to fight her reflexes but it still felt good to have him there.
Then his movements became off pace. He had both of his hands on her head now and he thrust hard, hard…hard until she felt his sperm shoot hot and slick down her throat. Karyn sucked and licked and cleaned up every last drop of his jism before he pulled out of her mouth gasping for air.
Karyn could feel a rivulet of cum drip down her chin. She wiped at it with her fingers and then licked them while he watched.
Malcolm looked at her with renewed lust. She was wonderfully wicked and he loved it. He pulled her back down on the bed. Tonight would be a long night.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Karyn expected to be alone when she woke up. Despite the deep satisfaction she felt, it was her experience that men always left her once they got what they wanted. Even Kevin, in spite of his deceitfulness, had never spent a full night.
Malcolm wasn't there either, but having already prepared herself for that disappointment, she got up and put on her robe. She then walked through her house towards the kitchen deciding to get something to eat before she showered and dressed. It was already late in the day. Nearly eleven o'clock. She had chores to do first and then she would relax. She didn't expect to find Malcolm there in her kitchen...cooking.
He had put his slacks back on but his upper body remained sinfully bare. She watched the muscles in his back and arms move as he cooked something on the stove. It smelled like the turkey bacon that she'd bought the other day. And she smelled cinnamon toast. What the hell? She glanced at her toaster oven. Sure enough, there were a few slices of toast there.
"Sit down and eat, Karyn." Even though he had his back to her, he knew when she had come into the room.
"What are you doing?" she asked him as she pulled up a barstool next to the breakfast counter.
"I thought you'd be hungry," he replied simply. He moved so fluidly in her kitchen it seemed like he belonged there.
She was looking at him as though she didn't understand what was going on.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing, really." She turned to her plate. "I just didn't expect you to be here."
He paused as he put a piece of fruit in his mouth and looked at her. "Why wouldn't I be?" he asked.
"Because once a man gets what he wants he leaves. That's what you guys do." She picked up a piece of fruit from her own plate and started to eat tentatively as though she expected it to disappear. "I can't remember anyone staying, not even once. And certainly no man has ever cooked for me much less fixed my plate."
"They were jackasses," said Malcolm thinking a man who chose not to stay with her must be completely out of his mind. "Then again, maybe I am too. I only stayed because I'm selfish."
"How so?" she asked curiously.
"Because I thought our night together was incomparable...exceptional." To be honest he felt euphoric, as though he'd been given some sort of exotic drug. He felt powerless to leave her. Nothing else could compare to the pleasure he received from Karyn.
"You went to sleep. I waited for you to wake up but I guess you were worn out. Maybe I should have left, but I stayed because you make me happy." He leaned closer and kissed her deeply, wanting her to know he was speaking from his heart.
"Do I really?"
"Yes. Now eat up." He got up from his seat and came behind her to wrap his arms around her warm body. She could feel his cock rise against her. "I planned a very long day for you. You'll need your energy."
"If it's the kind of day I know you're thinking about," Karyn said regarding her plate with a soft smile, "Then you probably should have made a lot more than this."
Malcolm laughed as he gave her another kiss.
"So after today, will you leave?" Karyn still felt cautious. How long would this last?
"I told you. You will never get rid of me, lalid."
"You have to stop biting my neck," Karyn said from the bathroom.
Another weekend was coming to a close and Malcolm watched from the bed as she prepared herself for work. He wondered if she had figured out what he was yet. He hoped not. He needed to prepare himself for when he finally told her everything.
"You like me to bite you there," was all he could say.
"I know that, Malcolm," she said as she came out fully dressed. "But the bottom of my neck is completely purple and I don't have any shirts to cover it."
He took a good look at her. She was exaggerating, he thought. She looked fine. Even in his passion, he'd taken care not to mark her where everyone else could see. There was only a half-inch of discoloration that strayed from her shirt-collar.
"No one's going to notice it, lalid."
She rubbed the spot with her fingers. "You're sure?"
"I'm sure," he said as he got up from the bed. He took her chin gently in his hand and kissed her.
"Anyway, why care about it at all?"
"I just don't like for other people to be in my business, Malcolm."
"If they noticed, what could you do about it?" He wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled her neck.
She sighed. "Nothing, I suppose."
"Exactly," he said. "Besides, I like making these marks on you." He flicked his tongue against her skin making her squeal. "Everyone should know you're my woman."
"Your woman? Excuse me?" she said incredulously. "I don't belong to you."
"Do I need to prove it? Fine," he smiled, "Get back in bed."
She laughed thinking he was teasing her. "You're crazy, Malcolm."
Indeed I am, he thought. Karyn inspired craziness in him. And this newfound territorial nature.
He realized it yesterday as he lay next to her, watching her breasts rising and falling while she slept. He pulled the sheets over her naked body. If he hadn't, there was a definite possibility she'd start the day without being able to walk.
As he pulled the sheets over her, he saw the purple marks he'd left on her skin. He touched the one he made on her right shoulder wondering if it hurt her like it had Julia. It shouldn't have hurt Julia, but then that should've been his first clue they were never meant to be together. Julia was never meant to be his woman.
But it seemed as though Karyn was.
The mark on her neck was not the only one he left on her body. There was another on the side of her hip. And another on the juiciest part of her inner thigh. He never heard her protest as Julia had done. Karyn even went so far as to bite him back. But her teeth were not like his. She didn't have the ability to leave the same mark. She was a woman…a human woman. Not a vampire like him.
Malcolm wondered if she would notice. Right now, except for their size, she'd probably think they were ordinary hickeys. But when they lightened, she'd see the telltale fang marks inside each one. This is what he tried to keep hidden from her.
He realized that he made a big mistake. He should have been proactive in telling her about himself. That's what he originally intended. Now after being with her, he was afraid she would reject him and he couldn't take that again.
Being a vampire was too easy to hide. All the myths humans believed in about sunlight and garlic being deadly, and about drinking blood were not true. Malcolm favored warm sunny days just like many other creatures on Earth. The only times he'd ever tasted blood was during his meals because he had to eat almost everything completely raw, during a fight like the one he had with Marcus, and during sex. It was true of all vampire males. His teeth protracted to inject his mate with the hormones she needed to carry his child. The taste of her blood was the understandable result.
He didn't think Karyn would ever get pregnant, though. Even with the bites, children from vampire-human unions were extremely rare.
No, there wouldn't be a baby this time. Although, Malcolm found himself wondering what would happen if she did get pregnant. His own father, after Malcolm's mother had died, married a human woman and they had a child, his sister Veronique. She wasn't much older than Karyn. He and his brother raised her when Oleqehiis and Veronica died.
What would it be like to have another girl running around? He smiled thoughtfully to himself. Veronique used to have him and Mehrkiiseh, no, Marcus now, wrapped around her tiny fingers. She was a bossy little somebody even then. That's when he knew he had gone crazy. Being near Karyn made him think about the most outlandish things.
"Malcolm, I'm ready to go."
He realized that he had lost track of time thinking of a future with her.
"Okay, Karyn," he said following her outside the room.
"I told you we shouldn't flaunt ourselves in front of other people," Karyn said breathlessly.
"I told you that you're hard to resist."
Malcolm really did have respectable intentions when he invited her to have lunch in his office. That morning after he dropped her off at work, he went back to his new apartment to shower and dress as well before he had to clock in. While home, he realized that she hadn't eaten breakfast because of what they'd been doing that morning. And he knew she wouldn't let her trainees out of class until at least three in the afternoon. She was bound to be hungry. She hadn't taken lunch with her like she usually did.
So while he was home, he made lunch for her. It was simple. Salad, fruit, cheese, and bread. He had a raw chicken in his refrigerator, perfect for him. Unfortunately, he didn't have time to cook any for her. He'd make it up to her this evening and buy her dinner. Before going back to her place, he thought eagerly.
So when three o'clock rolled around, and he was sure her students left her class, Malcolm found her and took her back to his office. His nosy secretary had gone home early, thank the angels, and he sat Karyn down at his desk and watched her eat.<
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His erection grew. It was that blessed little tongue of hers. The luscious pink tip darted out to caress her food before her lips wrapped around each and every bite.
The temperature in the room seemed to increase, he observed, but he ignored it and went over to feed her, placing small pieces of succulent fruit in her mouth with his fingers. Juice ran down his thumb. She licked it with that same tongue, and all the while, the room grew hotter and hotter.
She must have been hot too. So of course, it was only natural that she remove her shirt, right? That was a good idea. But damn, he didn't realize she was wearing a black lace bra underneath. Now he was on fire.
"No problem. Take off your pants," she said.
Good idea, wasn't it?
Yes, and no, because even though his body was cooler, his length was now free and exposed. What if someone walked in?
"I'll go lock the door," he told her. Another good idea.
When he turned back around, he saw her perched on his desk. "Why did you do that?" he asked.
"Seemed like a good idea," she replied. Well they were both full of good ideas today.
It was also a good idea to pull off her skirt and panties. "You must be hot down there too."
He was just about eye level with her snatch when she said what she really needed was a drink. She picked up the unopened bottle of soda he had bought for her earlier, spread her legs, and pressed the cold plastic up against her pulsating clit. Extremely…good…idea. He watched as she stroked herself with it repeatedly.
Damn, he was getting so very hot, but he lied and said his dick was cold. Her beautiful eyes had been closed but now she opened them. "It is?" she asked.
"Yes," he said.
She looked him over. "You don't look like you're cold."
"I'm cold," he insisted. He took the bottle from her, stood up, and pressed himself against her. "Let me warm up."
She appeared to think some and then said, "No."
"No?"
"No." She needed to get back to class.
Was she being evil on purpose?
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