Upon my return, I hovered outside the window in the kitchen, which offered an unobstructed view of the living room and the chair on which Alicia sat. Actually, perched was a better word, her bottom on the edge of the recliner as if she were poised to jump clear at any moment. Too many emotions assaulted me all at once, primarily guilt as I was solely responsible for placing her in such a state of unrest.
Gently, I reached out and touched her mind, doing my best to sort through the jumble of thoughts in order to soothe and calm her without alerting her to my presence, which was not much of a concern considering all that was on her mind. I wanted simply to look at her for a while longer, to let the sight of her wash away the pain clinging tenaciously to memory.
Her eyes closed and she relaxed a little, her shoulders sagging with relief, but she refused to lean back into the plush chair. Jason, her mind sighed. Alarmed that she somehow managed to sense my presence, I felt a slight rush of adrenaline until I realized that she was simply thinking of me, and suddenly it wasn’t enough to just look at her anymore.
Swiftly and silently, I rounded the house and settled onto the deck, the boards groaning softly with my weight. The moon gave off just enough light to cast a faint shadow of my reflection upon the glass surface of the slider. Her eyes were still closed so she didn’t see me, and not wanting to startle her with my entrance, I extended my mind once again, gently whispering her name.
Her eyes flew open, anxious and wary at the same time, and it took her a few moments to focus on my form outside the door, made nearly invisible by the soft glow of the lamplight within, and even now I find it hard to describe the look she gave me when she finally registered my presence as real instead of imaginary. I have it locked away in the portion of my memory reserved for images I never want to forget, nestled between my last image of my parents, standing close to one another at the airport boarding gate, my father’s arm draped over my mother’s shoulders, her left arm extended in a languid wave, loving smiles resting gently upon their faces; and my image of Cassia after the first time we made love, her lips swollen from passionate kisses, cheeks still delicately stained with a soft blush.
On the opposite wall hangs my stored images of Gisele, for she would not have stood for anything less than her own space apart from the rest.
But I digress... The look on Alicia’s face, her expressive eyes glistening with tears that began spilling onto her cheeks, was part rapture, part soulful longing, and part sheer relief intertwined with a thousand other delicate nuances that combined to make her, at that moment, the most beautiful creature I had ever laid eyes on. My heart went off to the races inside my chest, and I felt as if there wasn’t enough room in my body (or the entire planet for that matter) to contain the love I felt for her, that it might burst through my chest at any moment in its seemingly infinite expansion.
At that moment, I realized I had started out looking for unattainable salvation and ended up with something so much better, and this revelation began to soothe the ache knotting my insides.
With a flick of my mind, the slider opened slowly, and she looked even more exquisite, as if the glass had somehow hindered my sight. “Alicia,” I whispered aloud, quite unaware that I spoke until her name shimmered in the air between us, filled with every ounce of emotion that spoken language can bear. I stepped into the room, and the slider obeyed my mental command to close behind me.
“Jason,” she whispered back, her voice trembling from the potent cocktail of her own emotions, and she stood quickly but gracefully, her eyes locked on my face. “Jason,” she repeated, her voice taking on a dulcet tone with the slightest hint of breaking as the tears began to fall faster.
Unable to take the sight of her pain for more than a nanosecond, I had her in my arms in an instant, enveloping her with my warmth and my carefully tempered strength, stroking her hair with a gently trembling hand, and whispering “I’m here,” softly, over and over as if it were a mantra. For the first time she seemed fragile, and though she was taller than I, her posture was so small and timid that she didn’t have to bend down in order to rest her head on my shoulder. Her warm, wet lips pressed hard to the tendons in my neck and her hands gripped my shoulders tightly.
She was silent for a few moments, her breathing choppy and ragged, and then came the tremors, slight at first but steadily climbing the Richter scale to almost violent shudders, and finally the sobs began, gaining strength by the second as she lost the will and strength to hold them back any longer. Before long, she was crying without restraint, the type of crying that heals.
I simply held her. As close as we were, I could feel the cadence of her blood as if it were running through my own body, but amazingly, I felt no desire at all to taste it, which stunned me completely then, and even more now when I think about it. No mortal had ever made me so completely forget my nature. I am equally certain that no mortal ever will again.
We stood there for a long time before I lost track of who was comforting whom, and it was shortly after that when the quality of our embrace changed from comfort and closeness to passion, beginning with the press of her lips just in front of my ear, followed by an almost painful erection. Mine, of course. “Jason,” she whispered again, more a sigh than her voice faltering.
I kissed my way to her lips, claiming them with such ferocity that she drew back just a fraction in surprise, but I continued to devour her sweet mouth until she moved past her instinctual reaction. When her tongue slipped across my lips, bringing a groan from the very depths of my soul, if indeed I still have one in my possession, it left trails of liquid fire as sweet as the last sip of an extra-extra coffee.
My hands slid down her back, cupping her bottom and pulling her into me, and it was her turn to groan. In response, her mouth ground against mine, her tongue pressing deep, dancing with my own in an act even older than the Ancients.
I was supremely excited and fiercely aroused, the pleasure from such simple caresses enormous, and it was a nice change to feel such an intense hunger for something other than blood. Her scent filled me completely, branding itself to my brain so permanently that I can still close my eyes and smell it even now. It was all so wonderful, yet all not nearly enough.
Moving my hands over her hips and up her sides to her perfect breasts, I wanted to tear the shirt off her to feel more of her exquisite skin, but instinctively I knew that after this morning, I could never do something so savage, and somehow, summoning a patience I wasn’t sure I possessed, I managed to quickly undo all of the buttons and part both sections of the fabric to reveal her magnificent and unfettered breasts.
I broke our kiss and drew back to take them in, unable to keep my eyes from them a moment longer. Incredible. That’s all I can say. Incredible, as I cupped them gently, watching her thick, dark nipples harden. I could feel her watching me watch her, could read from her mind the pleasure she received from my obvious approval. “You’re so beautiful,” I whispered as I bent my head and, through the haze of desire, I saw the awful bruises on her shoulders and pulled away from her with a gasp.
She stiffened at my abrupt departure, confusion cutting a jagged path through her passion until I reached up ever so gently to touch the center of the left bruise, partly to convince myself that it was real and partly out of a fierce protective urge that seemed almost blasphemous as I had been the one to put them there. My horror grew in gigantic leaps as I surveyed my handiwork, and Alicia held her breath, keeping purposely silent throughout my examination.
“Alicia,” I whispered, my voice so thick with misery and anguish that it faltered.
“Shh,” she whispered in reply, taking my head between her hands and forcing my eyes to her face and away from the damage I’d caused. “You can fix them by loving me now,” she said softly, her voice so full of conviction that I half-believed her. Deep down, however, I knew it would take far more than that to repair the damage I’d done, but I understood what she meant and knew from her mind that it was truly what she wanted from me. Incre
dibly, despite the glaring reminder of my brutality, she still had complete faith in my ability to love her.
My vision turned pink with unshed tears, her trust both wounding me deeply and saving me. I wanted to speak, to tell her how much I loved her, but I didn’t trust my voice. Instead, I spoke with actions, licking the hollow above her collarbone and blazing a wet swath across the top of her chest. Even though it just about killed me, I carefully avoided her breasts, teasing her with strokes down her arms and up her sides, tantalizingly close to where we both wanted my mouth to be. Her soft moans drove me wild, but it was her control that gave out first as she pushed my head to her left breast.
Obliging her, I took her nipple in my mouth, my tongue swirling around and around. “Yes,” she gasped softly, her hands moving to cradle my head and press me closer. I lavished attention on each breast for long moments before moving downward over her ribs, across her flat, muscular stomach, inside her navel.
With trembling hands, I slid the fleece pants over her hips and slowly down her magnificent legs, breathing in the musky scent emanating from the neatly trimmed, brown triangle of curls at the juncture of her thighs. She stepped out of the pants as they reached her ankles, her marvelous legs tensing sexily as she shifted her weight to lift each foot in turn.
As the waist cleared her left foot, I tossed the pants aside, my right hand gripping her ankle gently before she could return her foot to the floor. Slowly, I lifted her leg over my shoulder, licking my way up the inside of her thigh until I slipped my tongue into her heat. “Ohh God,” she moaned, her other leg buckling, but I held her aloft with my left hand at the small of her back and then gently lowered her to the carpet, continuing my loving exploration of her delicate flesh until she cried out, her nails digging into my scalp.
Her back arched off the floor, the motion grinding her sweet flesh into my lips, and she drew her legs up toward her chest until they touched the outer slope of each breast, my name coming from her lips in an erotic, drawn-out moan of completion that stroked my masculine pride.
I drew back, watching the crimson path of a delicate blush that worked its way upward, her eyes closed and her face a sensual mask of rapture, sweat beading along her hairline, and then I slid slowly up her body until my throbbing penis pressed against her slick entrance, the tip entering her slightly. Her eyes flew open at the contact, hunger shading their depths. “Yes,” she whispered, a brilliant smile forming on her swollen lips, and then our eyes closed again as I slid deep into her tight, silken flesh, so hot it was like the noon sun on my skin in the middle of July, something I had not felt in so very, very long.
“Alicia,” I whispered again, completely overwhelmed by both the sensation and my unbearable desire, and I felt her lips and sweet breath on my ear, begging, pleading and urging me on.
It was over way too soon.
Afterwards, I collapsed onto her and went on a hunt to find my breath, my forehead resting against hers, our eyes locked, our minds entwined, and her fingertips stroking my back. How long we lay there, I have no idea, and I don’t suppose it’s really all that important either.
After a time, she spoke, her tone warm and sultry, sending small ripples of desire up my spine. “I can’t find the words.”
“There are no words,” I replied softly, stroking her hair.
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I lay in my bed for the first time since purchasing it, Alicia’s hard, smooth body draped half atop mine. Her head rested under my chin, her breathing deep and steady enough to indicate that she had dozed off. Her right arm was under the pillow beneath my head, and her left was crooked and rested gently on my rippling stomach and chest. I stroked her skin absently, watching the goosebumps rise with my touch. For the moment, we were sated, but I had a feeling it wouldn’t last long. Never in my revenant life had I ever expected to feel insatiable hunger for anything but blood, but there it was; it felt incredible to be a slave to something else for a change.
It was rather comical how we got to the bedroom. After an hour of cuddling on the floor, Alicia had risen to get a drink of water. The sight of her firm buttocks as she walked away was enough to bring me to periscope depth, and I couldn’t tear my eyes off her as she retrieved a glass from one of the cabinets and filled it with ice and water from the dispensers in the refrigerator door. Then she placed the water onto the counter and rummaged around the kitchen looking for something to munch on.
After a cursory search, she found some cheese and crackers and ate them facing me, her right hip leaned against the counter. Watching her eat, naked and lovely as any Playmate, filled me with a primordial lust that took my breath away, and after she had finished and disposed of her mess, the vision she represented on the return trip made my periscope twitch and ache. This visceral reaction was made all the more painful by the realization that my body was already beginning to cool off.
She smiled as she saw the effect she had on me, one eyebrow arching. “You looking to do something with that, or are you just showing off?”
“What do you think?” I responded with a smile, knowing that I should have warned her instead of engaging in playful banter, but I couldn't help it. She was so consuming, so alluring, that I was powerless to do anything but react to her.
“I think if I had an eight-inch cock, I’d be showing it off, too.”
I laughed abruptly, stunned a little by her crass mouth. “If you had a cock, Alicia, we’d have a problem.”
It was her turn to laugh. “Not into boys, huh?”
“NNNNNo,” I shot back dryly. “I have a policy of one naked penis in a room at any given time, and it’s served me well.”
“I’ll bet,” she answered, moving to put one foot on either side of my waist. She bent over to place the water glass on the floor a foot to the right of my head, her enticing breasts capturing my focus as they swayed just inches in front of my face. “Nice policy, but you didn’t answer my question,” she chastised, fire in her eyes as she drew herself up. Her scent washed over me, and I breathed deeply, savoring it.
I sighed. “Alicia, there’s nowhere I’d rather be than inside you, but-”
“Right answer,” she interrupted, lowering herself, gripping my rigid shaft, and impaling herself on it in one smooth, fluid motion. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning in pleasure, but Alicia gasped as my body’s waning heat output registered with her sensitive and fiery flesh. Because her hand was cold from holding the water glass, she hadn’t noticed as she grabbed me, but it clearly had her attention now. She went eerily still, her eyes bearing a hint of panic as they captured mine.
“I tried to warn you,” I offered softly, gathering the will I would need to separate our bodies. I placed my hands gently on her hips, ready to lift her off me.
“Wait,” she commanded, her hands moving to cover my own, and I was stunned. She continued to stay where she was, her brow furrowed slightly, and it was all I could do to keep from thrusting to the rhythm of the aching in the very bottom of my stomach. “It’s a unique sensation, the coldness, but after you get over the initial reaction, it’s not unpleasant.”
I was excited by the prospect of her being able to touch my cooling, revenant skin without revulsion, but I curbed my rampant hopes that we might actually be able to continue beyond the discovery phase. “We can stop if you want to, Alicia,” I offered, even though every physical part of me was screaming otherwise, and she regarded me with a look filled with such sweet affection that I almost came.
“I know that, darling, but I’m not sure I want to,” she whispered softly, a cunning smile sliding onto her face and mischief glinting in her eyes. “Let’s see,” she stated, rocking her hips back and forth once.
“Alicia,” I growled, nearly exploding again. Every muscle in my body strained mightily as I fought to hold them in check with my considerable will.
“Hmm,” she intoned, tipping her head endearingly to one side as if she was searching herself. She rocked her hips again. And again. We both moaned in unison. “
Nope,” she whispered, “I definitely don’t want to stop,” she purred, continuing her sexy motion with zeal until we both cried out, and this time, it was she who collapsed onto me, our jagged breathing the only movement we were capable of in the aftermath.
After a while, she picked her head up off my chest and said, “I’m cramping up.” I nodded my head and gave her a boost to help her off me. My flaccid penis slid completely out of her at the motion, and I felt a splash of cool wetness. I could tell she felt it, too, because she regarded me with an odd look as she wobbled to her feet.
“I suppose it’s a little late to be asking this, but semen running down my thigh sorta brings it to mind.” As if to augment her statement, she glanced down and pointed at the crimson-tinged smear on her thigh. Mortals are always taught that blood equals bad, and Alicia was no different. Her entire body stiffened as adrenaline flooded her system in preparation for the danger, and her eyes shot up to mine, panic running rampant. I thought she handled it pretty well considering that she didn’t run screaming into the bathroom to wash herself with Lysol and bleach.
“It’s okay, Alicia,” I assured quickly, my voice steady and sure in an attempt to stave off a neurotic explosion. “My body can’t carry disease, and unprotected sex with me won't hurt you or get you pregnant,” I answered, responding to her unasked questions. Her eyes bored into mine for a long moment as she weighed my words, and after a time, she accepted them. She looked relieved, and then a little jealous wondering how I might know that for sure. I chuckled softly. "A lot of revenants have sex with mortals and let them live. Nothing happened to them, and nothing will happen to you. For all intents and purposes, I’m firing blanks.”
“You fire them very well,” she returned with a blazing, mischievous smile, which I answered with one of my own as I swept her into my arms and carried her into the bedroom.
And so here we lay.
I was grateful for her sleep because it gave me time to reflect on our new intimacy, and what it meant when compared to the horror of the pre-dawn hours. After a while, her movement roused me from my contemplation. “Penny for your thoughts,” she said softly, her voice just above a whisper, her hot breath skittering over my chest.
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