My stomach muscles quiver, and my womanhood moistens in readiness to the promise in Victor’s voice and body.
I step out of his grasp and turn toward him with a wicked smile curving my mouth. “Promises, promises. Why don’t you show me how you’re going to keep me awake.” My voice sounds like a wanton purr with my demand, surprising me.
Without another word, Victor pushes me gently away from him and into my bedroom, crosses the threshold, and closes the door behind him. Silently he grasps hold of my wrist and pulls me against his rock hard body. Gently, he runs his hand up my arm, and over my shoulder and neck to cup the back of my head. His other hand, snakes around my back to hold me in his embrace. Placing my hands on his muscular chest, I explore the contours of his torso through his top. I reach up and drag his head down to my waiting mouth.
With the gentlest of caresses, we explore each other’s mouths. In silent agreement we open up and deepen our kiss. His tongue brushes mine and twines with it, before retreating into his mouth, where mine chases after.
With a groan coming from deep inside me, I deepen our kiss and rub my body against his, making me feel like a cat in heat, as my arms circle his waist, grasping his firm ass and hauling him even closer to my body.
With a low growl, Victor grasps me by the ass and hauls me up his body so I have to wrap my legs around his waist. I move my arms quickly around his neck, one hand delving into his thick ebony black hair. Damn his hair is soft! With a muffled purr of acceptance, I thrust my hips into his as Victor walks us to my bed, gently lowering me on it. He reaches around his back and loosens the laces of my boots, before pulling off first one and then the other.
Quickly I yank off his T-shirt and stop kissing him long enough to pull it over his head and toss it away, and for the first time I see his naked chest.
“Oh my,” I murmur in awe and reverence at the sculpted beauty of his body. I realize my imagination was sadly lacking as it did him no justice at all. Leaning forward I lick his chest and gently bite him.
With a growl from deep inside, Victor grasps my jacket and removes it, pulls off my vestie top and sports bra with quick efficiency, then with such gentleness, he runs his fingers along the sides of my torso before spreading his hands over my ribs to cradle my breasts.
He gently massages them before bending his head to suckle at my left breast causing my nipple to tighten and stand at attention. Removing his mouth, he gives my nipple a last lick, before moving onto my other breast to continue his ministrations.
My busy hands have been exploring all I can reach of his chest and back, now my fingers trail down his velvet skin, to meet the waistband of his jeans. I grasp his buckle and pull it undone after a slight fumble.
I tackle the button of his jeans, and finally, with a cry of satisfaction, the button comes undone, and I slide the zip down and reach inside to release his pulsing manhood. It springs out to meet me with eager expectation, pulsing with a life of its own. Grasping the long thick velvet phallus, I experimentally squeeze it before stroking him swiftly, and giving another gentle squeeze.
Victor releases my breasts and stands up to shuck off his jeans, shoes, and socks. He bends over and removes the belt with my knives and gun, unbuttons my trousers, and pulls them and my knickers off in one smooth motion. Lifting my left foot, he pulls off my sock and kisses my instep before releasing it, repeating his actions with my right foot.
Instead of lying down beside me, he spreads my legs and kneels between them. Reaching for my hips, he drags me forward so his head nestles between the V of my thighs and places my legs over his shoulders.
Keeping one hand splayed across my stomach, with his other he opens the lips of my labia and inserts a finger into the moist welcoming entrance of my body. He gently stretches me before pushing in two fingers as he watches me, thrusting his fingers in and out while rubbing my clitoris.
With a gasp and moan, I try to push away from his knowing talented fingers. Panting heavily I demand, “I want you now, Victor, please.” I’m begging by this stage, and my voice breaks on a sob of need.
Removing his fingers, I reach for him, but his mouth replaces his fingers, and his tongue infiltrates my vagina and mimics his fingers’ earlier actions until I come with a gasping shout of release.
Victor finally stands and climbs onto the bed. He lifts me farther back onto the bed before penetrating me with his long, hard, thick, pulsing penis, gently at first, allowing me to adjust to the largeness of him.
With small thrusts and retreats, Victor inches his way inside me, until at last he’s fully sheathed within. He pauses for a second to give me a gentle kiss of reassurance, before thrusting harder into me. I wrap my legs more firmly about his shoulders and reach down and cup his balls with one hand, and stroke them as he thrusts harder and faster.
His eyes normally a beautiful silvery green now glow with a blue fire, just like they had the first time I had seen him. A second later, I can feel my second orgasm rise inside of me, and Victor gives me a very satisfied smile, as he senses it growing, his fangs protrude from his full bottom lip as he thrust harder and faster with a sensual twist of his hips.
I thrust my hips to meet his, and clench my muscles to tighten around his manhood every time he withdraws, just to push back inside harder and faster.
Finally with a scream of pleasure my orgasm ripples through my body bringing on a third one, as Victor gives a final thrust into me and roars his completion, before collapsing on top of me. Wrapping his arms around me, he rolls onto his back, and I lay sprawled on top of him.
“I’m sorry, I meant to take my time,” Victor apologizes, as he caresses my back and buttocks with gentle circular motions, arousing me once again.
“No need to apologize.” I laugh with a slight pant as I recover my breath, before kissing him.
A second later his penis lengthens and thickens inside me once again, and with a startled look, I meet his beautiful silver green eyes, just as blue fire bleeds into them and his fangs elongate.
“You’re eyes and fangs,” I murmur as I trace his lips, and prod a fang with my index finger.
Victor gives my finger a gentle nip and a lick. “I’ll never hurt you, and my eyes change color with intense emotions,” Victor explains, as he stares intently into my eyes, as if begging me to believe him, but unsure if I do.
I lean down and kiss him again, letting him know I trust him. For answer he thrusts up into me, and we start our dance once again, this time with me on top. I sit up and meet his thrusts, lifting my hips off him, only to thrust back down to meet his rising hips. Victor sits up, and I wrap my long legs around his waist still rising and falling onto his penis.
“Do you trust me not to hurt you?” His voice sounds rougher than his usual velvet tones.
I give him a startled look, and gasp yes, just before Victor suckles my nipple and pierces it with one of his fangs.