As she kisses me under the stars, I’m struck by how completely I’ve been pulled into her world. What a rush the past months have been.
And as I kiss her back, I realize that I don’t want these moments to end. Not the ones with her. I hadn’t realized how difficult it was to lose her the first time. I don’t know what sort of hold she has on me, but it’s more than I ever bargained for.
More than I know what to do with.
I kiss her more urgently now, my tongue insistent and my teeth gently biting her lips. She responds in kind, her hands traveling my body, caressing my backside in the hot, steamy water.
My hands come up to her breasts, dripping wet and firm. Her nipples are hard and smooth. I run my fingers over them lightly. She gives me a strange look. I wonder how often it is that someone pleasures her in this way. I realize that I’ve never actually seen her completely naked.
“Is it all right?” I ask.
She nods, something in her eyes softening. I sit down on the hot tub’s bench, submerged to my shoulders, and she straddles me, so I can take her soft nipples between my lips.
I work them with my tongue, caressing her slowly. Her eyes shut and she sighs, more powerful than any scream or moan could have been.
I want to go slowly, to give us time together. I want to build the intimacy between us, even though reason tells me not to.
But she looks so peaceful…so trusting…
I put my hands on her hips, pulling her closer to me. She puts her arms around my shoulders, holding me like an anchor. I move to her other breast, licking and exploring her, my tongue consistent and firm.
When I can’t wait any longer, I stand again. She puts her hand under me, moving toward my slit.
“Can I touch you too?” I ask. “I want us to come together.”
She gives me another strange look, then nods.
Our bodies move together now, as one. I bring my hand close to her, touching her softly at first. She wiggles a little bit, and I back off, then she eases into my touch. I wonder again how often she’s been touched.Ifshe’s ever been touched like this before.
“I can stop, if you like, just tell me,” I whisper in her ear.
“It’s ok,” she says. Her voice is so low I almost don’t hear it.
I use one finger to stroke her gently under the water. She’s slick with fluid, and I easily massage her, moving up and down the lips of her slit. She starts to move with me, then reaches for me.
My knees almost buckle at her skillful touch. She matches me, stroking up and down confidently. My pleasure makes me more bold, and I reach for her clit, my fingers dancing in tight circles around it.
“Oh!” she gasps. She falters for a second.
I can’t help smiling; there’s something so charming about this always-in-control, stoic vampire queen, getting a little weak in theknees at my touch. I pull her closer, holding her up.
She looks at me with surprise, but doesn’t stop me. The faint expression of vulnerability on her face makes my sappy heart melt.
But then a mischievous glint returns to her eyes and she takes my clit between her fingers, rubbing it quickly and expertly. I moan loudly, my pleasure mounting again.
“Ooh, I’m close!” I whisper urgently.
“Me too,” she says.
There’s a powerful moment between us as our eyes lock. Her lips part. I can see her fangs now, her pointy canines lined up between the rest of her perfect teeth.
As the pressure builds up inside me, I can see it building up in her. And I wantso badlyfor her to pierce my skin with her sharp fangs, to suck at me, to drink from me…the desire is so raw and so taboo…but now that it’s entered my mind, I can’t think of anything else. I picture the wonderful mixture of pleasure and pain, the delicious wrongness of the transgression, the absolute surrender of being her’s…
And a wonderful, powerful wave of pleasure crests through my body as I orgasm. Her eyes shut in an expression of pure joy and I feel the throbbing of her clit as she comes.
I sit back down on the bench of the hot tub, engulfed in the incredible, warm water, like a soothing blanket wrapped around me.
And to my delighted surprise, she sits in my lap, her arms around my neck. Her eyes are still closed and she nestles her head into the crook of my neck.
