Feeling a little foolish, and worried that in spite of the fact that he had been so understanding and so open-minded for the several weeks she had known him, Mia told Caleb a longer version of the series of events she had told her doctor. She remarked that she had noticed the symptoms starting shortly after she had started seeing him, but, seeing him on the point of saying something, she insisted that she didn’t think that really had anything to do with it. “It’s probably just a coincidence,” she said. Mia was vaguely troubled that Caleb didn’t seem surprised by anything she said at all. She told Caleb that her doctor had only been able to come up with the theory that her pain and other unpleasant symptoms were psychosomatic, a diagnosis that didn’t satisfy either of them. Finally her story came to a close, and Mia sighed in her frustration.
“I’m so glad you trust me enough to tell me all that, Mia,” Caleb said, pulling her close and kissing her lightly on the lips. In spite of her upset, Mia felt her libido stirring once more. “I have a bit of good news to give you. I know someone who can help you. I can take you to see him in a few days—he’s not close by right now.” Mia looked at him in surprise.
“What do you mean? You don’t even know what’s wrong with me.” Caleb shrugged, kissing her quickly.
“I may not know for sure, but my friend is an expert in these things. He’ll be able to help you.” Mia let Caleb kiss her again, forcibly changing the subject by turning her on and transitioning into another bout of sex.
As Caleb slept in the bed next to her, Mia mused that she should have figured that Caleb would have an acquaintance that might know what was going on with her; in spite of how much she trusted Caleb, there were certain things about him that always struck her as slightly odd—the fact that when she had suggested a date on a full moon night, he had demurred, saying he had something to take care of out of town, for example. There were other things about him too—his preternatural strength, the way he seemed to almost growl instead of moaning while they had sex—that seemed to suggest that there was more to him than met the eye.
Mia thought back to the first night they had spent together; the fact that Caleb had taken on five rather sizeable bikers on his own without any help—and he came away not only victorious but unscathed—was not, all by itself, utterly impossible. It was unlikely, but with a thorough knowledge of martial arts, and maybe body guard training, a guy could do it. But then, Mia had asked him about his training idly one night—referencing the fight from their first meeting—and Caleb had laughed, saying that he was “self-taught.” He had also accidentally bent a fairly heavy metal towel rack by accident one night, when they had been making love in the shower. Caleb had apologized, and had replaced it—all the while glossing over what he had done with jokes and a hesitance to actually talk about it. Mia went along with it, because she didn’t want to make a big deal out of something that embarrassed Caleb, or to make him uncomfortable, but she couldn’t see how it was possible for him to accidentally bend the towel rack, when it would have been difficult for someone to do on purpose.
She was troubled and not troubled by the thought that there was something faintly supernatural about Caleb; in spite of the fact that in the wake of her breakup with Gary, Mia had been keeping her heart as guarded as possible, the more time she spent with Caleb, the more she had come to really like him. She had been paying close attention to him and realized that he preferred when she wore simpler scents—that he liked the way she herself smelled, not the way she covered her scent with perfumes and deodorants. She felt as though she could be herself—sarcastic, funny, silly—instead of putting on an act based on what she thought he wanted to see. Keeping the fact of her symptoms from him had been difficult for Mia, because she had had the desire to share everything with him—to tell him right away and take comfort from him. And now, she thought, she had spent weeks worrying over scaring him away, when she could have told him about it when the symptoms started and maybe he would have taken her to his friend before she’d had to deal with it for a month straight and deal with her vampire of a doctor. The comparison made her chuckle; but surely Caleb wasn’t a vampire, in spite of his tendency to nip—he had gone on daytime dates with her with no problem.
The fact that there was something that Caleb was clearly keeping from her was more worrying than the concern over her symptoms. For the most part, Mia thought as she considered the problem, her symptoms didn’t really get in the way; even the pain along the lines of her birthmark wasn’t something she couldn’t get used to if she had to. It was jarring, and she was a bit surprised at the extent to which she had altered her life to accommodate her symptoms—avoiding garlic and onions, which used to be her favorite aromatics, eating more protein and less starchy food, and learning to keep her face from betraying the stabbing, burning pain in her birthmark when it rose up, learning to ignore the low, constant gnawing pain at other times. Mia began to fall asleep, torn between worrying over the fact that her boyfriend was clearly hiding something from her and relief that even if he was, he knew someone who could possibly answer her questions, who could cure her symptoms and make sense of the strangeness that her life had become over the past few weeks.
Chapter Four
Mia arrived at Caleb’s house a few hours before they were supposed to meet his friend. Caleb had forewarned her that the club they were going to was exclusive—members only. Since she was with him, he said, she would be able to go in; but if she were on her own, she wouldn’t make it past the door. The idea of a secret rendezvous at an exclusive club made Mia feel both excited and nervous. She had rarely worried about whether or not she would be good enough for a person or a place, but Mia thought of the upcoming meeting with a tense anxiety that she couldn’t quite suppress. She almost called Caleb on more than one occasion to ask him to cancel the meeting—she couldn’t handle it. But then she thought, she would go on having no answers to the increasingly difficult-to-live-with symptoms she was experiencing. She had been standing outside of his townhouse for longer than she wanted to admit, weighing whether or not she could actually go through with it. She knocked on the door and Caleb let her in with a smile, leaning in and kissing her deeply. Mia’s sense of apprehension started to turn into desire. She trembled slightly in Caleb’s arms, with a mixture of nervousness and need, overwhelmed for a moment as Caleb closed the door behind her, holding her close.
He broke away from the kiss after a long moment, brushing a lock of Mia’s hair out of her face. “You’re nervous,” he observed, looking down at her with a faint smile on her face. “I’ve got something for you, actually.” He took her by the hand and led her upstairs to his bedroom. There was a plastic garment bag draped across the foot of his bed, and Mia glanced at it and then at Caleb in confusion. “It’s for you!” he said, chuckling at her perplexed expression. Mia picked up the bag and pulled it up, uncovering the outfit underneath it. It was a dress—slightly slinky, designed to hug the curves, in a deep red that Mia loved. She stared at it for a long moment, shocked at how perfectly it suited her.
“This is gorgeous!” she said, looking at Caleb once more. He grinned broadly.
“Try it on for me.” Mia blushed, but moved to obey the request, slipping out of the outfit she had chosen—a nice blouse and skirt—quickly. She hadn’t really known what to wear specifically. Caleb had told her to dress well, that the club was very high-class, and she had picked the nicest outfit she owned with misgivings. Mia found the zipper on the new dress and unzipped it, slipping it over her head. She could feel Caleb’s gaze intent on her from the moment she had started stripping down, his eyes lingering at her breasts and hips. As the dress slipped down over her body, Mia realized it was a perfect—ideal—fit, hugging her curves, flaring just slightly past her hips. The neckline showed her cleavage, but not to an excessive extent, and Mia felt completely and utterly desirable in the dress, a smoldering temptress as she twirled with almost girlish excitement.
“Oh my god it’s perfect! How did you know?” She stopped
mid-spin and looked at Caleb, astonished that he had managed to choose her size correctly.
“I had a peek at your dress the other night when you were over here,” Caleb said, closing the distance between them. He brought his hands down onto her hips, holding her lightly in place. “So when I went to the store earlier today I knew exactly what to get. I knew this baby would look irresistible on you.” Caleb leaned in and kissed her, pressing her body against his. Mia moaned against his lips as his hands began to roam over her body slowly. He gripped her waist tightly, breaking away from her lips and looking down at her. “It’s a good thing you came over early,” he said, finding the zipper along the side and pulling it down. “Because it is going to take me a while to be satisfied enough to see you in that dress without immediately taking it off of you, and they’d frown on that in the club.” Mia chuckled as Caleb made quick work of stripping the dress off of her, tossing it aside carelessly and immediately moving to cup her breasts through the thin fabric of her bra. He gave them a squeeze, and Mia felt her nipples hardening immediately, her body responding to Caleb’s touch with almost instant intense arousal. As she gasped, she breathed in the scent of him—and realized that she was able to smell an underlying musk that appealed to her very well, something deep underneath the cologne and other smells that she associated with Caleb.
Caleb picked her up easily, and threw her onto the bed, and Mia let out a surprised, but delighted yelp; she had grown to enjoy Caleb’s roughness in the bedroom, the way that he was completely in control of every moment they were together, even when she initiated. Caleb began stripping out of the jeans and t-shirt he was wearing quickly, tossing the shirt across the room and kicking the pants aside impatiently before launching himself onto the bed, covering her body with his own. “I want to devour you,” he murmured as he kissed her hungrily, his hand slipping down between her legs to rub her pussy through the thin fabric of her panties. Mia moaned out, wondering only slightly at the fact that she could feel her body responding more strongly than ever to Caleb’s lusty aggressiveness. He nipped at her lips playfully before trailing kisses down along her throat, lapping at the sweat that had already begun to form on her skin.
Mia ran her hands all over Caleb’s body as he worked his way downwards, kissing and nipping at her sensitive skin; she was surprised by how much more sensitive than usual she was, Caleb’s playful bites making her gasp, the rasp of his tongue making her shiver. He pulled her bra away from her body, barely unhooking it first before he tossed it over the edge of the bed. Mia cried out in pleasure as he claimed her breasts with his mouth, licking and sucking, kissing the sensitive undersides before moving back up to her rapidly hardening nipples. He bit sharply—but carefully—at her areolas, sending a hot, electric shock through her body, straight to her already-wet pussy. Mia was surprised by how much she liked it, by how good it felt.
After several long moments, Caleb pulled back, continuing his path down along her ribs, to her ticklish abdomen. Mia cried out again when his teeth sank into the soft skin above her hips, arching up off of the bed. She remembered abruptly that Caleb had told her the first time they had had sex that he liked it rough—but while their lovemaking had always been a little rough, this was the most extreme it had ever gotten. Caleb lapped at her tingling, hot skin, moaning as his fingers hooked in the waistband of her panties, tugging them down over her hips to expose her wet pussy to the cooler air. He pulled her underwear off of her completely, guiding them down her legs and dropping them off to the side. He pushed her legs wide open, looking up at her with a devil of mischief in his bright eyes. “I always, always love tasting you,” he murmured, kissing her hip before he buried his face against her pussy. Mia cried out, throwing her head back against the pillows as he nuzzled her firmly.
Mia moaned long and low as Caleb’s tongue lapped at her slick folds, pressing against her inner labia as he tasted her thoroughly. She combed her fingers through his hair, her hips beginning to move almost immediately. She had never met a man who went down on her as well as Caleb did; she fully believed that he was interested in it, that he loved doing it—he moaned and rubbed up against her when he did, and he was always so enthusiastic. Caleb worked his way up and down her folds slowly, traveling down to the well of her pussy to probe her with the tip of his tongue. Mia writhed underneath him, moaning and crying out, shifting to try and get contact where she needed it the most. Caleb teased her relentlessly for long moments, running his tongue along the outside of her clit, darting down and moving back up to almost hit on her pleasure center, right up until Mia thought she couldn’t possibly take anymore.
Finally, he began to lavish attention on the bead of nerves, lapping at it slowly at first, pressing his tongue against her clit and swiping against it while she trembled. He picked up his pace gradually, until Mia was lost in a sea of sensations, twisting and moaning underneath him like a woman possessed, jolts and shocks of electric pleasure darting all through her body as his tongue flickered against her clit faster and faster. Just when she was on the edge of orgasm, he retreated, probing her pussy and tasting her once more, and Mia groaned, the sound leaving her throat almost as a growl of disappointment. She twisted her hips, trying to force the contact, and eventually, chuckling slightly against her skin, Caleb renewed his assaults on her clit with his tongue, sucking the bead of flesh between his lips and holding it pinned there. Mia’s legs were shaking, held spread open by Caleb’s strong arms, her hips were moving mindlessly, her whole body was writhing with the pleasure he was giving her. In a matter of only a few heart beats—or so it seemed—she reached her climax, almost screaming with relief at it as the spasms took hold of her body. Electric pleasure lit up her nervous system, making her muscles clamp down and then release, her inner walls tightening erratically as she moaned and cried out from the overwhelming waves of sensation.
Caleb backed off as her spasms began to abate, relinquishing her clit and lapping at her fluids slowly as Mia came down from the apex of her pleasure. When she stopped moaning and writhing, he broke away altogether, licking his lips and slithering up along her body to kiss her hungrily. Mia felt the hardness of his erection pressing against her, but for a moment she couldn’t make herself even want to do anything about it—she felt too good, the orgasm had exhausted her, draining every possible worry from her mind. Instead she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, panting as she struggled to catch her breath, smiling without a single conscious thought in her mind. “You enjoyed that quite a bit,” Caleb observed, his hands already beginning to roam over her body again with a careless kind of possessiveness. Mia giggled irrepressibly, curling up into him, enjoying the press of his body against hers.
“You are entirely too good at it,” she told him firmly, taking deep breaths to recover. “As soon as I’m certain I have legs again, I promise I will make it up to you.” Caleb laughed, kissing her once more and stalling out her efforts to catch her breath, tweaking one of her nipples playfully. He rolled over onto his back, carrying Mia around with him and positioning her on top of him.
“There’s only one way I want you to make it up to me,” he told her, looking up with his brilliant eyes darkening with lust. “But you will need to know you have legs.” He smirked, rocking his hips up into hers. Mia was surprised to find that in spite of the intense orgasm she had just experienced, she was more than ready to go again, her pussy thoroughly wet and prepared for the thickness of Caleb’s cock. She snickered, straddling his hips as well as she could with legs that still didn’t feel quite real, and began to rub herself against him, enjoying the friction of his cock sliding between her folds. Caleb lifted her up slightly and Mia took the hint, balancing herself on top of him so that her full breasts were within reach. He brought her nipples to his mouth in turn, sucking and licking, and Mia’s arousal began to intensify. She began moving on top of him faster and faster, rubbing the tip of his cock against her clit and letting him feel how hot and wet she was, how thoroughly turned on he made her.
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Finally, she shifted her hips, reaching down between their bodies with one hand and lining up Caleb’s cock against the well of her pussy. She lifted herself up slightly and then sank down onto him, taking him inch by inch inside of her. Mia kept her thighs tensed, moaning as Caleb’s thick hard cock pushed deeper and deeper into her tight pussy, filing her up with the sensation of satisfying, burning heat. She sank down until she was completely filled, holding still for just a moment to enjoy the feeling of him deep inside of her, pressing up against her inner walls as they tightened in spasms. Caleb let out a sound like a growl, rocking his hips, and Mia realized that he had every reason to be impatient—she had already gotten off, while he hadn’t. She began moving at once, shifting and twisting her hips as she pulled up and sank down on him, working herself into a rhythm slowly. Caleb’s growls turned into true moans, his hands wandering all over her body, his lips trailing along her neck, down to her breasts, and back up to her lips, kissing her everywhere.
Mia began to pick up her pace, loving the sensation of Caleb pushing deeper and deeper into her pussy, wanting to give him every bit as much pleasure as he had already given her. She held herself steady, one hand up against the headboard of the bed, her legs tight, her body balancing precariously as she pushed herself down harder and faster, riding him as firmly as she possibly could. Caleb’s lips gave way to teeth and tongue, and Mia was moaning along with him, becoming more and more turned on by the moment. She felt his cock stirring inside of her, beginning to twitch as he neared his orgasm. She could sense the tension mounting in his body and knew that he was close—that he was holding himself back to savor the pleasure of their sex together. Mia changed positions slightly, holding herself up for greater leverage, shifting her legs at Caleb’s sides. She felt her breasts bouncing as she moved on top of him faster and harder, and knew that Caleb was enjoying the sight, his hands playing over her body where his mouth could no longer reach. He twisted and rolled her nipples between his fingers, tugging at them every time she lifted herself up, and the sensation sent jolts through Mia’s body, a heady mixture of pain and pleasure that made it almost impossible for her to concentrate on her goal of making her lover reach climax.
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