by Kallysten
I thought she would make me come—no, I needed her to let me come—but she wasn’t done exacting her revenge. Three times, she took me to the edge of orgasm; three times, she pulled back and stroked me with the gentlest touch until I had calmed down a little. Just as I felt the familiar heat rise in my groin yet again, just as I was sure that this time, she wouldn’t stop me, she sat up and clamped her fist at the base of my cock. I thought I growled. She might have laughed softly. I wasn’t sure: my ears were buzzing, muffling all sounds.
A few moments passed. The tide of pleasure ebbed again without submerging me. Still holding my cock tightly in her fist, Virginia gave it a few more slow strokes as she came up to straddle my hips. I rested my hands at her waist and accompanied her movement as she guided me in. I had to struggle not to buck up when she dragged things out, sliding down one painfully slow centimeter at a time. She let out a shaky breath when she had taken me fully inside her body, and gave me a wicked grin.
“Ready?”
Without further warning, she raised herself, resting her hands on my chest as support, then slammed her hips back down. I grunted, pleasure shooting through me so fast it danced on the edge of pain. She did it again, and again, throwing her head back and letting out a keening noise. My eyes caressed her arched body, the swell of her breasts, the column of her throat, but moving my hands was beyond me. I bit down on the inside of my cheek to try to distract myself. She was going too fast when I was already so close to coming, and now that I was inside her I wanted this to last.
I sat up so that she was in my lap, her arms and legs wrapped around me. Neither of us could move as much any more, but what we lacked in movement, we made up for in intimacy. Face to face, chest to chest, fingers intertwined one moment and caressing silky flesh the next, lips exploring the curve of an ear shell or that of a shoulder, eyes always coming back to plunge into the other’s, seeking…not the truth, we had both voiced it already. No, I think we were just looking for reassurance that this wasn’t just another dream brought on by loneliness and separation.
We let our shared pleasure build slowly, stoking the flames until they burned white hot and I didn’t know anymore where my body ended and hers began. I kissed her, stroking her tongue and drawing her quiet moans into my mouth.
Too soon, she put an end to our kiss. I wanted to protest, but already her head was tilting to one side, already her hand, at the nape of my neck, was guiding me to the scars I had given her, that first night. I kissed the bite marks once, then again, taking pleasure in the small shivers that rocked her body at these small touches. I bit down as gently as I knew how, easing my fangs into the marks as I kept rocking into her. Her fingers tightened and I felt the pinprick of her nails at the back of my neck. Retracting my fangs, I pulled on her blood, hard and fast. Sweetness exploded on my tongue and, by pure reflex, I pushed up into her body, spilling myself in her.
Her low moan became a wail. Her body turned rigid against mine before starting to shake almost violently. I held on tight to her, riding her orgasm as she was riding mine.
I don’t know how long we remained like that, wrapped in each other’s arms, trembling with the aftershocks of blinding pleasure. I had stopped drawing on her blood and was now lapping at the slowly closing wounds, tasting blood, pleasure and sweat on her skin. Tasting not just her, but myself, too, because it wasn’t simply her pleasure that tingled on my tongue, but mine, too. We had slept together many times before, but something deeper had taken place in this bed, something more meaningful—or maybe I’m just being sentimental.
Earlier, my lips had barely wanted to form the words. This time, they moved before I even knew it. “I love you.”
She kissed me, her mouth barely brushing mine, and I could feel her smile against my lips.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing it,” she murmured, resting her forehead against mine. “But can we agree to no more goodbyes?”
I couldn’t hear the hint of a reproach in her words, and I knew, without really needing to put the thought into words, that she wouldn’t hold my departure and hesitations against me. She wouldn’t remind me with a word or a look that I had a lot to make up for, and that I ought to be thankful for her forgiveness. She had offered it without strings or conditions. In the end, I think that is why I offered her more than I even knew I wanted.
“No more goodbyes. No more goodnight, either, if you’ll live with me.”
She blinked very slowly. My throat tightened. Was I going too fast for her, I wondered. Was I going too fast for myself? Just hours earlier, I hadn’t even known what I would tell her, and now—
She stopped my internal ramblings with another sweet, chaste kiss. Everything would be all right, her lips said, pressing gently against mine. There was no reason for me to be scared.
“That’s a hard decision to make,” she said, teasing. “Do I want to stay all alone in my small apartment or do I want to live in a gorgeous house that comes fully equipped with a gorgeous pool and a gorgeous lover? I really need to think about it.”
I nipped playfully at her shoulder. She buried her face in the crook of my neck and her laughter reverberated against my skin. After a few seconds, she calmed down and pressed her mouth to my neck, her lips caressing more than kissing.
“I’d love to live with you,” she breathed, sending a shiver through me.
I reclined, pulling her to lie by my side, intending to show her just how much the idea of living with her pleased me. A few words stopped me before I could kiss her again.
“There’s just one thing, though,” she said thoughtfully.
I tried not to let my sudden feeling of dread expand before I knew what she meant. “What is it?”
Her eyes shone mischievously. “If we’re going to go to bed together every night,” she said very gravely, “we’re going to need a bigger toy box.”
I was laughing before I knew it, delighted, relieved, but mostly happy that I had been lucky enough to find such a woman. I didn’t know what was ahead of us, but then, that had been the case from our very first encounter. I wasn’t worried, though. We had conquered the first, the biggest hurdle: ourselves. Her hand rested at the back of my head and pulled me down for another kiss.
The End
About the Author:
Kallysten’s most exciting accomplishment to date was to cross a few thousand miles and an ocean to pursue (and catch!) the love of her life. She has been writing for over fifteen years, and always enjoyed sharing her stories and listening to the readers' reactions. After playing with science fiction, short stories and poetry, she is now trying her hand, heart and words at paranormal romance novels.
To see her other stories, including free short stories and sample chapters, visit http://original.kallysten.net
Also available from Kallysten:
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Returning to the lair, her human lover Ian is shocked to discover her condition but resolute to show her she is still as beautiful in his eyes. He offers her blood and comfort, causing Eyrin to do the one thing forbidden to Childer – take his life.
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Out of the Box
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