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wasn’t even touching her.
“Then what is this?”
“Waiting,” he whispered. She almost asked “On what?”, but then realized he was waiting on her permission. That put a whole new spin on her feelings. He was no longer an eight hundred year old Vampire crawling up her chest for dinner; he was an extremely attractive man asking for permission to kiss her. Maybe more if she allowed. Knowing that, she didn’t hesitate to close the distance between them. He growled into her mouth as she slid her tongue passed his lips. She brought her legs up and wrapped them around his waist. As their tongues fought for supremacy she fought to get his shirt out of his jeans. He lifted up somewhat to help but was also trying to get her scoop neck t-shirt down her shoulders to get access to her breasts. When he found them, she moaned into his mouth. He leaned down to lick a trail from collarbone to aching tip. She stopped trying to undo the buttons on his shirt, lost in the sensation. He took hold of the ends of his shirt and just ripped it apart so she could get her hands on him. Buttons rolled down the couch, and she took no time exploring his strong back and shoulders. He started tugging up on her jeans, and she guessed he was trying to get her to lift up so he could get them off. Once he got the zipper down he reached inside and dipped his fingers into her already wet core. He closed his eyes and groaned, and she was breathing double time as he worked her. She started to kick at her jeans, trying to get the restricting material off. He lifted up, sliding down her body to pull her boots off and her socks with them. He tugged at the ends of her jeans, pulling them off too. Now all she had on was her underwear and her shirt and bra pulled down around her waist. She would have felt silly if he wasn’t looking at her that way. He stood to undo the buttons of his jeans. He slid them down his legs, not breaking eye contact with her for a second. She had to look though. Good lord, the man wasn’t wearing underwear. He was absolutely perfect. She reached out to him, drawing him back down. He stopped to slowly pull her scrap of underwear down. He flung them off into the distance and came back to lie perfectly atop her. He brushed a stray curl off her forehead.
“I’m not remiss in that you want this as much as I do, am I?” He asked.
“Do you think I would have let you get this far if you were?” She flexed her hips at him.
“Just checking.” He said before he reached between them to grasp himself firmly, rubbing his tip back and forth across her entrance. Then he slid in, inch after glorious inch. Her back bowed as he slid home. She looked back down at their connected bodies as he slid out and back again, engrossed by the sight. He had his eyes slammed shut, why she wasn’t sure. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist and he hit deeper than before. She gasped, gripping his arms, feeling as they flexed with each movement he made. He groaned into her shoulder, and she caught sight of his fangs again. It seemed silly to be scared of him now. She arched her neck at him, curious to see what he would do. Sure enough, he started kissing a path up her throat. He stopped at her ear and bit down for a second before continuing on across her jaw, to her lips again. A moment of disappointment hit before it was crushed under the weight of his kisses, and the driving force of his hips slamming into hers. As he sped up, she couldn’t stop the little cries coming from her throat. He reared back for a second, looking desperately at her. She understood and heartily agreed with his need. She turned her head again to let him know it was okay. He didn’t stop this time. He bent back down to her throat, licking her vein once before slidding into her neck with his fangs. She expected it to hurt, at least a little bit, but she didn’t expect the searing blast of flame that would pour from the
“Then what is this?”
“Waiting,” he whispered. She almost asked “On what?”, but then realized he was waiting on her permission. That put a whole new spin on her feelings. He was no longer an eight hundred year old Vampire crawling up her chest for dinner; he was an extremely attractive man asking for permission to kiss her. Maybe more if she allowed. Knowing that, she didn’t hesitate to close the distance between them. He growled into her mouth as she slid her tongue passed his lips. She brought her legs up and wrapped them around his waist. As their tongues fought for supremacy she fought to get his shirt out of his jeans. He lifted up somewhat to help but was also trying to get her scoop neck t-shirt down her shoulders to get access to her breasts. When he found them, she moaned into his mouth. He leaned down to lick a trail from collarbone to aching tip. She stopped trying to undo the buttons on his shirt, lost in the sensation. He took hold of the ends of his shirt and just ripped it apart so she could get her hands on him. Buttons rolled down the couch, and she took no time exploring his strong back and shoulders. He started tugging up on her jeans, and she guessed he was trying to get her to lift up so he could get them off. Once he got the zipper down he reached inside and dipped his fingers into her already wet core. He closed his eyes and groaned, and she was breathing double time as he worked her. She started to kick at her jeans, trying to get the restricting material off. He lifted up, sliding down her body to pull her boots off and her socks with them. He tugged at the ends of her jeans, pulling them off too. Now all she had on was her underwear and her shirt and bra pulled down around her waist. She would have felt silly if he wasn’t looking at her that way. He stood to undo the buttons of his jeans. He slid them down his legs, not breaking eye contact with her for a second. She had to look though. Good lord, the man wasn’t wearing underwear. He was absolutely perfect. She reached out to him, drawing him back down. He stopped to slowly pull her scrap of underwear down. He flung them off into the distance and came back to lie perfectly atop her. He brushed a stray curl off her forehead.
“I’m not remiss in that you want this as much as I do, am I?” He asked.
“Do you think I would have let you get this far if you were?” She flexed her hips at him.
“Just checking.” He said before he reached between them to grasp himself firmly, rubbing his tip back and forth across her entrance. Then he slid in, inch after glorious inch. Her back bowed as he slid home. She looked back down at their connected bodies as he slid out and back again, engrossed by the sight. He had his eyes slammed shut, why she wasn’t sure. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist and he hit deeper than before. She gasped, gripping his arms, feeling as they flexed with each movement he made. He groaned into her shoulder, and she caught sight of his fangs again. It seemed silly to be scared of him now. She arched her neck at him, curious to see what he would do. Sure enough, he started kissing a path up her throat. He stopped at her ear and bit down for a second before continuing on across her jaw, to her lips again. A moment of disappointment hit before it was crushed under the weight of his kisses, and the driving force of his hips slamming into hers. As he sped up, she couldn’t stop the little cries coming from her throat. He reared back for a second, looking desperately at her. She understood and heartily agreed with his need. She turned her head again to let him know it was okay. He didn’t stop this time. He bent back down to her throat, licking her vein once before slidding into her neck with his fangs. She expected it to hurt, at least a little bit, but she didn’t expect the searing blast of flame that would pour from the
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