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whole body. Still watching her face, his hands moved further, further, circling around the part of her that was the epicenter of pleasure. When his finger slid inside of her, first one, then another one, she moaned, her hips bucking up to meet him.
There was no trace of self-consciousness, only her need to feel more of him, more, and always more. He could read it in her flesh and it took his breath away. He wasn’t sure that saying even applied to him anymore, but it was the best thing he could think of to describe what he was feeling.
He could feel his erection throbbing against his leg, aching for her, his whole body burning for her in a way it hadn’t done in a long time. He wanted to feel her, all of her, but not until he brought her to the strongest climax she had ever felt. His fingers worked slowly at first, so slowly it must have been like torture for her, and her body bucked harder, her moans becoming more pronounced.
Each moan spurned him on, his fingers moving faster, faster, faster until he felt her body clench around him, spasming with her pleasure. Her cry was loud enough to have woken the whole house, provided that there was anybody there to wake, and he felt his incisors make their way back out again. This time he didn’t bother to call them back up again. Let her see him. He wanted her to see him for what he was and from there they could let the chips fall where they may.
“Please,” she gasped, seeing the teeth and seeming not to care, “please, I have to feel you. I want to feel you inside of me.”
She propped herself up on her elbows, tugging for his shirt and then tugging some more, ripping at it until the buttons burst clean off. He couldn’t have cared less. He had a thousand shirts and none of them were halfway as interesting as this girl.
He felt like a teenage boy, couldn’t get his pants off fast enough, and when they were, when he finally felt her fingers wrap around his shaft, his whole body tensed with expectation. She clutched at him and he moved on top of her, allowed her to guide him inside of her with a blinding warmth.
It was like they were made to do this with each other. He started to move his hips, thrusting once, twice, and as he did her legs wrapped themselves around his, hooking around his ankles for better leverage.
Each one of his thrusts was met by one from her hips as well, perfectly synchronized. He reared back onto his knees, letting out a guttural groaning noise, and grabbing those delicate ankles in his hands to throw them up over his shoulders.
But first, first, he had to taste her. Just once, just the smallest bit, and he grazed that skin with one of his sharpest teeth, licked the blood when it arose. If he had thought that had been heaven before, this was something even better. This was Nirvana and he knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold on for much longer.
His thrusts were becoming more erratic and he could feel the tingling beginning in his furthest extremities and moving rapidly inward. He moved one hand down from her ankles and to her clit, his thumb working over it until he could feel her body begin to shake.
“God, oh my God! I can’t!”
And then she was coming and he was coming with her, the two of them perfectly in tune with each other and locked in a dance of orgasm he hoped would never come to an end. When it did come to an end, as all good things ultimately must, he held her. He had never held a woman before but he thought it was something he might be able to grow to like. He held her, watched as she drifted off to sleep, and thought that it really might be.
CHAPTER FOUR
“Well, what are we going to do about it, Mr. Smith? Just what in the hell are we going to do about it?”
“We? I’m sorry, Mr. Lockland, when did this become a joint endeavor?”
Philip Smith’s heart, if it could truly be said that he had
There was no trace of self-consciousness, only her need to feel more of him, more, and always more. He could read it in her flesh and it took his breath away. He wasn’t sure that saying even applied to him anymore, but it was the best thing he could think of to describe what he was feeling.
He could feel his erection throbbing against his leg, aching for her, his whole body burning for her in a way it hadn’t done in a long time. He wanted to feel her, all of her, but not until he brought her to the strongest climax she had ever felt. His fingers worked slowly at first, so slowly it must have been like torture for her, and her body bucked harder, her moans becoming more pronounced.
Each moan spurned him on, his fingers moving faster, faster, faster until he felt her body clench around him, spasming with her pleasure. Her cry was loud enough to have woken the whole house, provided that there was anybody there to wake, and he felt his incisors make their way back out again. This time he didn’t bother to call them back up again. Let her see him. He wanted her to see him for what he was and from there they could let the chips fall where they may.
“Please,” she gasped, seeing the teeth and seeming not to care, “please, I have to feel you. I want to feel you inside of me.”
She propped herself up on her elbows, tugging for his shirt and then tugging some more, ripping at it until the buttons burst clean off. He couldn’t have cared less. He had a thousand shirts and none of them were halfway as interesting as this girl.
He felt like a teenage boy, couldn’t get his pants off fast enough, and when they were, when he finally felt her fingers wrap around his shaft, his whole body tensed with expectation. She clutched at him and he moved on top of her, allowed her to guide him inside of her with a blinding warmth.
It was like they were made to do this with each other. He started to move his hips, thrusting once, twice, and as he did her legs wrapped themselves around his, hooking around his ankles for better leverage.
Each one of his thrusts was met by one from her hips as well, perfectly synchronized. He reared back onto his knees, letting out a guttural groaning noise, and grabbing those delicate ankles in his hands to throw them up over his shoulders.
But first, first, he had to taste her. Just once, just the smallest bit, and he grazed that skin with one of his sharpest teeth, licked the blood when it arose. If he had thought that had been heaven before, this was something even better. This was Nirvana and he knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold on for much longer.
His thrusts were becoming more erratic and he could feel the tingling beginning in his furthest extremities and moving rapidly inward. He moved one hand down from her ankles and to her clit, his thumb working over it until he could feel her body begin to shake.
“God, oh my God! I can’t!”
And then she was coming and he was coming with her, the two of them perfectly in tune with each other and locked in a dance of orgasm he hoped would never come to an end. When it did come to an end, as all good things ultimately must, he held her. He had never held a woman before but he thought it was something he might be able to grow to like. He held her, watched as she drifted off to sleep, and thought that it really might be.
CHAPTER FOUR
“Well, what are we going to do about it, Mr. Smith? Just what in the hell are we going to do about it?”
“We? I’m sorry, Mr. Lockland, when did this become a joint endeavor?”
Philip Smith’s heart, if it could truly be said that he had
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