Moving to the bottom of the bed, he spreads my legs and lowers his mouth to my wet, shaven mound. A fire shoots up my body and I moan with pure pleasure.
“Oh, baby, you're so wet,” he murmurs against my clit.
I squirm on the silk sheets, further into his face. He responds with his tongue thrusting against me. When he slowly slides two fingers into my pussy, I just can't hold back any longer. I come, hard and loudly, as waves of pleasure roll over me.
Delighted with my response, Cole rises over me and kisses me deeply. I taste myself on him and lap at his lips, which excites him further.
“Now,” I say to him, looking into his perfect blue eyes.
He hesitates.
With a frown, I stare pointedly at him. Surely, he's not having second thoughts at this point in the proceedings?
“I...” He stops, unsure. “I want to feel you, all of you. I want to feel how wet and hot you are around my cock.” He searches my eyes seeking my consent. I nod at him briefly. We landed on this topic during one of our phone conversations, so he knows we are good to go.
I feel myself responding to him again and I tilt my hips up in invitation. This time he doesn't hesitate and eases himself into me with slow, deliberate movements. I gasp as his enormous cock enters me, spreading my legs wide for him.
“Oh, you feel so good, so wet,” he whispers almost to himself.
He feels amazing. He stretches me wide as he pushes further into me. We find a rhythm quickly and move in complete sync. My dominant Vampire self has had enough though and I want to ride him. I wrap my legs around him and roll us over so that I’m straddling him, pushing him even deeper into me. He puts his hands on my hips to steady me. Rocking my hips back and forth, I can hear his heart speeding up. I want to feed. I bet he tastes like nectar from the gods. I feel my fangs desperately trying to make an appearance. Snapping them back, I concentrate on the stirring deep inside me. I speed up, pumping up and down on his shaft, needing the release. I know he needs it desperately too.
“Oh, baby, I'm ready,” I cry out, and explode around him, the force of my orgasm bringing forth his own.
He groans loudly. “Oh, Liv,” he cries. He thrusts higher into me, spurting out cum as his cock jerks wildly in my soaking wet pussy. I feel him go still as I collapse onto his chest, listening to his racing heart.
“Fuck,” he says in amazement.
I smile into his chest. Yes, I’m that good. Or rather, I'd say we are that good together.
“Fuck,” he says again. “That was...fuck.” He is apparently lost for words, which is always a good sign.
“Amazing?” I offer up. “Perfect? Unbelievably mind-shattering?”
“All of the above, and more,” he states with a laugh. “I've never, ever felt that way before,” he confesses shyly, although he is clearly no stranger to the sack.
I desperately want to tell him it is because he has never been with a Vampire before but bite my tongue. The consequences of that kind of pillow talk make me shudder.
“Me either,” I say instead. Being rather familiar with the sack myself, this is not entirely true, but not quite a lie either. It was amazing as far as Vampire/human sex goes. Imagine what it would be like if I turned him? Brushing that interesting, but totally out of the question, thought aside, I roll off him. I snuggle into his side with my arm draped over his chest. This catches me by surprise as I am not a snuggly sleeper by any stretch of the imagination. Usually, I would be thinking up excuses for him to leave. Realizing I don't want him to leave unnerves me. Glancing at the clock, 1:00 glares back at me.
“Will you stay?” I ask tentatively, surprised even more with myself.
“Yes,” he answers immediately, and I relax a little.
Tracing circles on his chest with my nail, we lie in a companionable silence. I don't sleep much. The older we get, the less sleep we need. I get by with three hours, or less, a night.
He fingers my bracelet, twirling each charm in turn, but not really noticing them.
A thought occurs to me and I ask, “Are you thirsty?”
He laughs. “Very.”
“Water or wine?”
“Both please. In that order.”
“Done.” I leap out of bed, reaching for my robe. I wouldn’t normally bother, having no problems with nudity, especially my own, but it may raise questions when I do finally tell him about Devon.
“Be right back,” I say, “don’t move.” I give him a light kiss.