Tristan leaned over her as she yawned, “I had a good time tonight,” he whispered.
“Me, too. Almost felt like a date.”
“One day soon we will have a date. You’re too tired to make love, aren’t you?” he ran his fingers through her wet hair.
The words ‘make love’ made her insides liquefy. “When has that ever stopped you?” she reached for him.
He chuckled, “In that case…”
Tristan pulled the blankets back and started to kiss her very tenderly on the neck, the shoulders, and then trailed down to her breasts,
“Then make love to you I shall…” he whispered.
“Wait,” Kyla said, “You lie down.”
He raised his eyebrows, then rolled over. She climbed on top of him and trailed kisses down his neck, his shoulders, and across to his chest. Then she rubbed her hands up and down the ridges of his stomach, across his biceps as she ran her nose from his chest back up to his lips, kissing along the way. He caught her hands in his, weaving their fingers together, pulling her close. She kissed him fervently and straddled him, then eased the tip of him inside of her. She squirmed and gyrated slowly until he was fully sheathed by her. He was very blessed in the size department and it hurt for a quick beat but soon started to feel wonderful. His eyes were closed and his face was alight with passion. She had put on a cotton pair of baby dolls but suddenly he was ripping the top straight down the middle.
“You have to stop ripping my clothes,” she breathed, reveling in the feel of him inside of her and the feel of his hot hands all over her.
“Then you’ll have to stop wearing them,” he answered on a slow, staggered exhale.
Kyla gyrated in small circles, enjoying the depth and when he opened his eyes, she stared directly into them. Tristan caught her breasts in his hands and kneaded them. Then he reached between them and rubbed her clit as she gyrated slowly against him. She moaned and started to pick up the pace, making bigger circles. In no time she was hitting a peak, gasping and shuddering against him. He sat up and grabbed her and pulled her to him and held her tight as she lost it and gagged herself with his shoulder and as they found their climax together, he groaned, “Mine.”
It felt beautiful. Her skin directly against his skin. His breath on her neck, his scent all around her. It was like all was right with the world. It was a totally foreign feeling. He laid back down, her still on top and him still inside of her. She nuzzled into the crook of his neck.
“You didn’t bite me,” she said.
“You need to regain your strength. Besides, if I bit you every single time I wanted to, my fangs would always be out.”
Kyla smiled sleepily and yawned, “Good night.” She wondered if he held back to prove that it wasn’t just her blood that he wanted. She squirmed against him, nuzzling his earlobe.
“Sweet dreams my beautiful delicious girl. You’re amazing, you know that?” he shifted to his side, holding her close, “No angst tonight, sweet princess, just sleep. Everything right this second is perfect. Let’s enjoy it.” He kissed her earlobe.
“Kay,” she mumbled, letting herself drift.
Oh yeah, “Hey…” she whispered.
“Hmm?”
“Where are all my shoes?”
“I guess we forgot them. I’ve arranged for some new ones.”
“I’d like to go get them. What about the shoes I was wearing the first night?”
“You only had one on when you got here. You don’t need to go back there. I’ll buy you new ones. I happen to be more than just a pretty face. I happen to be filthy rich, too.” He yawned.
She let out a little chuckle but felt a pang of sadness. He must’ve felt it because he kissed her earlobe and snuggled in closer, “Let’s not think about it tonight,” he said.
She snuggled in and started to drift again, thinking that her old life was behind her and his lack of an answer about going back pointed to the fact that he didn’t want her looking back. She didn’t like the feeling of having no control whatsoever over her current life. She wanted to say goodbye to that old life without simply running for a change, just moving on but leaving that door open, keeping contact with the friends she’d made, but had the distinct feeling Tristan connected that life with his fear of her being in danger and until the danger was out of the way she’d have to let him hold the reins. She didn’t know what he’d said to her roommate and her bosses but didn’t want to break the mood by starting a fight right now. She’d think about all this later.
Wait. Oh no… Her eyes bolted open, “Oh fuck…”