by Myln Hurn
“We didn’t use any protection,” he told her quietly.
Tatiana nodded her head. “I’m healthy, so you have nothing to fear from me.”
“So am I, but there are other things…”
Tatiana shoved his hand away and slid off the table. Shaking her head negatively, she pulled her shorts up and her top down as she walked over to the sink. Grabbing some paper towels and squirt cleanser, she began spritzing the table. Hunter reached out and grabbed her hand as he spoke.
“Leave that till morning.”
She stopped and set the stuff down. He was surprised that she didn’t argue. “All right,” she murmured a few seconds later. “Please check the locks and I’ll go on up to bed. Thank you.”
* * * * *
Tatiana tried to wash as quickly as possible so she could be out of the shower before Hunter came upstairs. She didn’t want to use the bathroom in Blue’s room, so she had come into the master bedroom and used this one. Running the soap over her arms and underarms, she dropped it when she came to her breasts. They felt rather sensitive and she was sure it was from the unexpected and excessive use they were getting all of a sudden.
Good Lord, whatever would her parents think of her? She’d only known this man for less than a day and already slept with him twice. Frowning, she corrected herself. She had had sex with him twice. Her mind kept repeating the thought, changing it. Hunter had made love to her…he had sex with her…two times. It couldn’t be called love because they didn’t know each other. To be honest, he had fucked her. Well, to be completely honest, she had fucked him right back. There had been no doubt in her mind about her level of cooperation—it had been total, complete and could probably be termed above and beyond a normal level of assisting.
The fact that Hunter was a vampire hadn’t really figured into her thoughts until now. Obviously he was shocked that she knew anything at all. She imagined he would want to learn just how much she did know soon. Slowly, she bent over at the waist to find the soap. She didn’t hear the door open, but for a second she felt cool air across her skin before she heard Hunter’s voice.
“Now that is a position I’d enjoy trying, but probably not in here, darling.”
Tatiana shot upright and immediately Hunter’s hands were around her and cupping her tender breasts. He squeezed them and pulled on her nipples.
“Ow!” she murmured a second later.
Hunter’s hands slid away from her breasts and then she felt his hands turning her. He was already seated on the built-in shower seat, and he pulled her toward him. His hands parted her thighs and he seated her on his legs. Tatiana saw that his eyes were on her breasts.
“Feeling a little sore, huh?” he asked her quietly, surprising her by the concern in his voice. When she nodded, he added, “I’ll just have to go a little slower to work them up to the increase in interest. We can schedule breast massage, followed by breast play time while Blue takes her nap tomorrow.”
Tatiana wanted to deny the arousal she felt at his teasing words. All he had to do was talk to her, and she was turned on. Touching her equated her jumping his bones. For a near virgin, she was certainly turning into a fast learner. Glancing down, she saw that Hunter was already hard. It would be so easy to lift up and have him enter her body. Her pussy was becoming all tingly and engorged once again, and wetness was oozing out of her.
Hunter seemed to read her mind because he lifted her body and eased her down onto his hard shaft. There was no forcing or pushing. Her muscles were relaxed and welcoming. He had already grabbed the shampoo bottle and filled his palm with the lavender scented liquid.
Tatiana sniffed and smiled. “Is that for your hair or mine?”
Hunter grinned and rubbed his palms together. “Neither one of us seems to have very much so I imagine this little bit will do for us both.” He then pressed one hand to the top of her head and the other to his own. “I’ll wash yours and then you can do mine.”
Tatiana argued with herself for a minute over how to reply before she quipped back to him. “I thought I was already ‘doing’ you.”
Less than a second or two later she yelped as Hunter’s free hand lightly smacked her ass. “That is for the smart mouth.”
Hunter lifted his hands and began running his fingers across Tatiana’s scalp. Her black hair was so short it barely stood up over the ends of his fingers. When dry, it lay flat, but any shorter and he figured it would stand straight up.
“Have you always worn your hair this short?” he asked, knowing it wasn’t really any of his business.
“No. Up until a couple of years ago it was almost to my waist.”
“Why did you cut it? It must have been very beautiful.”
As he watched she closed her eyes and frowned, followed by a pained look crossing her face. Cursing himself silently for even asking, he gently stroked his hand over the top of her head and down onto her neck. And then, when he was sure she wasn’t going to reply at all, he heard her speaking softly.
“I didn’t cut it. It was cut against my will.”
Hunter listened and caught the break in her voice at the end, followed by a nearly silent sob. He was stunned at how much it hurt him to hear her concealed pain, which she had bared momentarily to answer his question. Suddenly he realized that this young woman, whose face was free of lines, had suffered through some painful things just as he had. He had been wrong to assume because of her age that her life was a blank page, waiting to be written upon. God! He scoffed at himself under his breath. He sure could be an arrogant ass some days.
Tatiana pushed his hands away. “That is good enough for my hair. There isn’t really enough to get dirty. Shall I wash yours?” As soon as Hunter nodded, she lifted her hands and began to wash his hair with the lavender shampoo. “Won’t you smell sweet?”
Hunter grinned as she lifted her hands and began to vigorously rub his scalp. His gaze, though, was glued to the way her breasts were being bounced and jiggled by the enthusiastic movements of her hands and arms. He guessed that she was unaware of the effect at the moment, but his cock was responding to the visual candy he was receiving. His hips flexed and pushed his shaft more firmly into her body. He felt Tatiana’s hands slow in their movement.
“Is something wrong?” she asked him a moment later.
“Nope, not a thing. I’m just enjoying the show since I’ve got the best seat in the house!” He grinned at her, watching as awareness dawned. Immediately she lowered her arms and covered her breasts with her soap-covered hands.
“Hey!” she told him quickly, sounding only slightly affronted, in Hunter’s opinion. Perhaps it was true that nearly all women felt the need to protest their chastity.
“Can’t expect to put a lavish feast in front of a starving man and not expect him to at least look! I could understand you complaining if I had…uhm, pinched the breast to check for readiness, or even,” he paused to sneak a quick pinch to a nipple poking between her fingers, before he went on, “squeezed a lovely thigh in anticipation.” His hand cupped her bottom and massaged her ass cheek firmly. His change from her leg to her butt caught her off guard.
“But you are not starving!” she asked.
Hunter curved his hands around her hips and waist. “I wouldn’t say that, my sweet. Even deep inside you, like this, I feel a need to be deeper and more connected to you, buried to the hilt in your lovely pussy, wanting to delve more deeply, and infiltrate through your veins and arteries. The thought of filling you with my seed and knowing some of it will stay inside of you is an incredibly arousing thought. I need you, Tat, now!”
He pulled down on her hips even as his pelvis thrust upward. The rubbing stimulated Tatiana to climax. She fell forward onto his chest, exhausted. After they rinsed Hunter carried her out and they fell asleep in his sister’s bed. During the night he pulled her into his body, spoon fashion, and slipped his cock just inside the mouth of her cunt. For a long time he gently rocked his hips against her soft bottom, while his hand squeezed and fo
ndled her breasts. Finally, he climaxed inside her and they fell back to sleep.
Chapter 8
Tatiana shifted, awakening slowly from a delicious dream. Hunter Blue was doing all kinds of illicit things to her body. He had started out by tackling her, and then he moved on to kissing her. From there he seemed to have developed a fascination with her breasts. In fact, she thought it was his sucking on her breasts in her dream that was making her wake up right now. She shifted restlessly on the bed and realized that one of her breasts was indeed being sucked. And the other was being lightly stroked and caressed. Her eyelids shot up and she looked down to see a reddish-brown head full of hair was indeed bent over her chest.
“Hunter!”
Hunter lifted his head and met her gaze. “Good morning, love. I reckoned you’d be waking up soon. I thought I’d get in some early breast exercising before Blue wakes up. Excuse me,” he murmured quite politely before bending his head back down to her much-distended right nipple. He drew it back into his mouth and lightly licked and suckled the nipple. Her other nipple fell victim to his fingers. He rubbed them back and forth across the top, each one lightly knocking against the distended peak a second before the next. Four knocks and then right back again. The touch was light but obviously a very effective stimulation as far as Tatiana’s nipples were concerned.
She closed her eyes and immersed herself once again in the sensuality of his touch. It was very easy to sink back down into the warmth and erotic play he was busily executing upon her eager flesh. As if from a distance she heard him murmur sweet nothings to her.
“Such pretty boobies, my sweet. You have a delicious pair of puffy nipples, which poke out more than half of an inch with sucking and encouragement. I’d like you to wear that short little T-shirt that ends just above your belly button. That way I can shove your top out of the way and suck a tit whenever the need takes me. Would you like knowing your breasts were always available to me to fondle or squeeze whenever I thought they needed it? Maybe a little breast discipline would be needed. Nothing like a responsive breast that knows when to snap to attention.”
Tatiana couldn’t stop the shiver that shot through her body at his words. Her feminist inner voice was telling her to be insulted and stand up in protest. But right now she didn’t care about protesting anything. The only thing she wanted was to feel the sensuous heat Hunter brought to her senses and her body. She scissored her legs back and forth restlessly.
Hunter responded instantly by sliding his hand down to cup her pussy. One finger went straight to her clit and two others dipped inside to mimic his thrusts. His mouth moved from one nipple to the other until they rivaled each other in their length and arousal. Hunter continued to work her clit while his other fingers prepared her body to receive him. Curving the two fingers, he deftly probed for her special sponginess. Pressing into it, he continued to press and wiggle her clit until her body jerked sharply in climactic response to his demands. He then moved quickly and thrust his cock into her body while her cunt muscles were still contracting wildly in orgasmic completion. The feel of her muscles squeezing around his cock was too much and a few seconds later he climaxed to his satisfaction.
Moments later Hunter pulled free of her body and fell to the bed beside her. Tatiana could feel his seed leaking from her pussy and was once again amazed at the responses of her body to his touches and his words. She knew her body was changing to adapt to him already. Her naïveté didn’t blind her to the basics of life and she knew that Hunter was particularly well endowed. Her small body had taken to his cock like it was made for him, and had only been waiting for him to complete it. And now, as his seed slowly seeped from her pussy, she couldn’t help but wonder what the future was going to bring.
“Hi Tat! Unc’ Roo!”
Blue’s voice gave a second’s warning to her bouncing entry onto the bed. She crawled up the center and settled between them. Obviously she often joined her parents and thought nothing of finding her mother naked, because she took Tatiana’s similar state for granted.
“Good morning, Blue. Have you been awake long, sweetie?”
“No, Tat. But I did stay in bed for as long as possible like Mommy and Daddy taught me. They said to wait and think before I got up and came in to see them.”
Hunter lifted his head and grinned at Tatiana. “Smart guy, that Iain.”
“How do you know that wasn’t AnnaBelle’s idea?” Tatiana felt compelled to defend her sister in womanhood.
Blue answered the question unintentionally a second later. “Daddy said to think about sleep and the morning and stuff like that.”
Hunter grinned once again at Tatiana, winking when she wrinkled her nose at him. He reached over and lightly tousled the little girl’s curls. “You have a smart daddy, Blue.”
Blue nodded but told him a second later. “Mommy told me to play with my toys until I just couldn’t wait any longer. Then I could come in here and play with them.”
Tatiana laughed out loud. “Are you hungry, Blue Belle? What shall we have for breakfast?”
“Ronald!”
Tatiana closed her eyes, knowing Iain would not be happy when he got back. Of course, AnnaBelle shared the blame with her. A woman could only stand so much tofu in a day!
“Okay, Blue. We’ll stop on the way over to Auntie Lam’s.”
“You are going to see Lamenta today?” Hunter asked softly. “Why are you going over there?”
Tatiana sat up in bed, making sure the covers were tucked tightly under her arms. “We go over there pretty often, especially when AnnaBelle and Iain are home.”
“Do you see Fauster as well?”
“Unc Fosset! Can we see Unc Fosset today, Tat?” Blue bounced up eagerly, clapping her hands.
Tatiana met Hunter’s eyes, trying to read what he was thinking and feeling. But it was as if a shield had come down to conceal such things from prying eyes. Turning away, she picked Blue up and set her on the floor beside the bed.
“Go pick out what you want to wear today and I’ll be there in a minute, Blue.” She turned to look at Hunter. “We’ll be there most of the day so I’ll give you the extra key so you can come and go as you want.”
“You say that like I won’t be coming with you.”
Tatiana nodded in agreement. She spied Hunter’s T-shirt on a chair and hopped out of bed. She ran over and pulled it on, glad that it covered her to her upper thighs. “I just assumed that you wouldn’t want to see Lamenta, or your…I mean Fauster.”
Hunter rose from the bed in one smooth movement. It was fluid and animal-like at the same time. Tatiana was struck once again by his sheer maleness and powerful body. Compared to her smaller one, their differences were glaringly obvious to her. By the look on his face, she realized that she had overstepped a boundary in her need to be correct and avoid this very thing.
Hunter crossed the bedroom to stand in front of Tatiana. Her beautiful blue-green eyes once again reminded him of the wild waves he had so often surfed at Bondi Beach. With her short black hair looking ruffled and mussed, mostly by his fingers, she looked like a pixie that fell out of bed. Still, he forced himself to focus on what she had just said.
“What did you just mean? You started to say ‘your uncle.’ Why did you change it to Fauster?”
Tatiana chewed her lower lip under Hunter’s piercing stare. “Just a slip of the tongue. You are welcome to come with us, of course. There is a good chance you will be bored.” She turned to leave the bedroom, but paused to look back over her shoulder. Hunter was intensely aware of how she moved her eyes over him slowly before she added with a quick smile, “Unless Lamenta takes a shine to you and puts her moves on you!”
Hunter watched as Tatiana ran out of the bedroom. Slowly he turned and made his way into the bathroom. It took five minutes under the water before he woke up completely. He shaved in the shower, dressed and was putting on his sneakers when Blue peaked around the doorframe.
“Unc Roo dressed?”
“Yes, p
retty Blue Belle, I am fully clothed. Are you ready to go?” he asked as the three-year-old walked across the room toward the bed where he was tying his shoes. He saw that she was fully clothed in an odd assortment of colors and wearing a bright pink backpack.
“Yup. Tat isn’t.”
“Oh really? Does she need some help getting dressed?” Hunter asked with a smile.
“No, she does not!”
Hunter looked up and saw Tatiana standing in the doorway. “I was just being nice and offering to help.”
“Hmmpff!” Tatiana revealed her true opinion of his offer. She held her hand out to the little girl. “Come on, Blue. Time to go see Ronald and then Auntie Lam.”
* * * * *
Celtic music mingled with the sound of wind chimes as the freight elevator opened up into Lamenta’s apartment. As soon as the gate on the elevator was opened, Blue bounded off, running down the short hall and around a corner. Hunter turned to look at Tatiana.
“I assume she knows where she is going?”
Tatiana smiled. “Of course. She has a chore to do as soon as we arrive each time.”
“Isn’t a three-year-old a little young for the responsibility of a chore?” Hunter frowned as he followed her into the main room of the apartment.
“Blue loves this chore. Come on and I’ll show you.”
Tatiana turned and led the way to another hallway and then down to the first door, which was already open. Inside the room was a white fluffy dog—a Pomeranian, Hunter thought—which was sitting on the floor, nursing three small puppies. One was black, one was white like her mother and the third and smallest was a reddish-brown color. Blue was lying down beside the proud mama, petting her small head with gentle fingers. She looked up at Hunter, smiling.
