Starry Starry Night (2 page)

Marie dangled the ribbon she’d removed from his hair and threw her head back. She teased him, winding it around her neck, ticking her nipples and tying it around each breast in turn.

Vincent groaned as he palmed the straining fabric of his costume.

“Take your shirt off.” she commanded.

Buttons popped as he struggled out of it. Marie knelt next to him and traced her delicate finger from the tip of his right index finger, up his inner arm, over his shoulder and down the other arm. She kissed her way down from his Adam’s apple, licking each hard flat male nipple and then followed the soft furry path down to his breeches.

He scrambled to his feet. Taking the lantern in one hand, Marie’s soft fingers in his other, they ascended the ramp, starlight in beaming in each window. He caught glimpse of Annette’s pleasurable face and double D breasts. Virgil was lying in the hay, she riding him, facing his feet. He couldn’t see his brother from this perspective. Setting the lantern down and backing Marie up ten feet, he guided her to the center railing. She thrust her waist against it and spread her arms over the wooden balustrades.

Vincent knelt on the floorboards, wheat rustling under his knees. He lifted her skirt as she spread her legs shoulder width. With a deep inhalation, Vincent tickled her clit with his tongue as he let the fabric fall down around, shrouding him.

Marie thrust her pelvis to meet his touch as Annette screamed in nirvana. In the dim lantern light, she watched the two uncouple and gasped at the sight of Virgil’s thick erection, glistening with juices.

A gush of her own flowed for her lover’s taste buds. Vincent lifted Marie and she wrapped her legs around his neck. He bounced her up and down, squeezing her ass as he lapped her aromatic hot whipped cream.

Holding tight to the railing with one hand, Marie kneaded her breasts with the other when she caught Annette’s eye. Her girlfriend nodded and whispered to Virgil. He knelt in front of Annette as she squeezed her breasts together. He pumped his slippery phallus in and out of her cleavage, while he slid one hand up and down the length of his shaft. He twisted his sac with the other.

Marie ground her pleasure into Vincent’s face as she screamed. This sent Virgil over the edge, shooting his wad across Annette’s chest, face and hair.

Vincent hesitated when Marie’s orgasm subsided. Instead of emerging, he gently blew on her and then began sucking.

Virgil collapsed on the hay. Annette pranced over to her friend and kissed her lips. Marie shoved her tongue inside, just briefly. She drew back and licked Virgil’s come from Annette’s neck, while fondling her breasts in the fluid. Virgil joined them, suckling on Marie’s breast. Annette drew the other into her mouth and Marie screamed, grabbing tight to the railing as a massive orgasm ripped through her.

Virgil snuck away into the darkness.

Annette leaned down and raised Marie’s skirt. Virgil’s first glimpse was of that perfect pair of Pamela Anderson’s, only real. He tackled Annette, tumbling with her on the floor. He moaned as he kneaded the largest handfuls he’d ever imbibed in the pleasure of fondling.

Marie struggled with the laces on his breeches, until she freed his angry erection. He rolled off of Annette. Yanking the trousers down to his ankles, he kicked them off. His breath hitched as he watched Marie licking and cooing as she removed every trace of Virgil’s come from Annette’s breasts.

Vincent lifted Marie’s rear end and rammed his way into her cunt with one determined movement. Marie French kissed Annette as Virgil pumped her from behind. She loved the sensation of being forcefully taken, yet the position didn’t allow enough direct stimulation to her bud. When he sunk his fangs into her shoulder blade and groaned and collapsed on top of her, Marie felt disappointed. She wriggled out of the sandwich and smoothed her skirt before walking down the ramp. Virgil fetched his trousers and followed her. “What’s wrong? Where are you going?”

He extracted a dark cape off of a horseshoe hook on the wall. Slipping it on, tying it around his neck, he laid down on the wheat, careful to spread the leather under him. Holding his erection straight up, he commanded, “Impale yourself Marie. Fly me to the moon. Or Istanbul or...Uranus...” He raised an eyebrow in the moonlight.

“To borrow the key to the Bastille.” She kissed his lips and rode his stallion. He dug his fingers into her ass, assisting with the take off. Wings projected from the cape and they flew out the window, into the starry-starry night.

He kissed her neck, tonguing around for just the right spot. They flew past the barn and some out buildings, landing roughly on the lawn in front of the pillared porch. She closed her eyes and beheld Vincent’s The Starry Night. The blues and purples swirled as she shuddered and collapsed on Vincent’s chest.

He grasped her hips and moved her up and down, thrusting slow and deep. She wiggled her fingers through his wind blown hair, enjoying her own soft afterglow as he came, tonguing and sinking his teeth into the velvet of her neck.

“We experienced the same climax.” She placed his hand on her chest. “Feel that. My heartbeat.” She placed her hand on Vincent’s chest and detected his blood pumping. “We’re beating in perfect synchronization.”

“I’m onboard.” She closed her eyes. “Lovers in the night. We’ll fly into the heavens. No, this is way beyond heaven. We need to reach a new galaxy.”

“If my heart’s not too late, I’d like you to hold me. Hold me. Starry nights don’t come enough. Hold me. Just hold me.” He said.

They lolled in the stillness of the midnight.

“You can play in my dreams until I’m out of your site. In the morning my love can’t change where you go. So hold out for our night. That’s all we have is this night.”

As Marie fell into her dreams, she wondered what he meant. Was this a one night stand? Was it because he’s a vampire and can’t see the light of day? Was he going away in the morning? The playful man she’d met today had morphed into a deep sincerity. She hadn’t expected such strong emotion from Vincent, nor herself.

Marie sensed movement. He was picking her up in his arms. Marie chose to stay in her altered slumber. The warm strong arms and the hot summer breeze off of the Potomac River. As long as they possessed the night, this night, she was content. This was the most vivid awakening of her life and she intended to savor it. Praying for the darkness to last.

She could here him talking. “There will never be any man who can love you just the way I love you. So don’t believe the world. As long as we have the night, we have love. Always remember our night, my lovely precious Marie.”

Marie didn’t want to share her dream with anyone else. Yes, for one night, she embraced true love. So what if they’d just met? She would live in the moment. For the moment. Overcome with joy and a safety of his arms.

She listened to his footsteps on creaky floorboards. Feeling ascension. This man was taking her higher. She sensed he laid her down. A crackling noise. Not very comfortable. She became aware of Vincent removing her clothes.

“Moonbeams on your arms. Lost in your dark and dangerous eyes. The feeling your body created with mine.”
I can wax romantic too.
Marie smiled. “Lets get lost in a wide open sky. Come, let’s fetch General Washington’s key to the Bastille. Fly me to France. We’ll share wine and cheese and bread and free the evil spirits.”

Chapter Three

They crept to the center of the room. She twisted her head to survey the room. “Where are we?”

“In the attic of Mount Vernon. It’s seldom open to the public.”

“So I’m special. She squinted around in the starlight beaming through the window. One chair and a small bed. “That’s a straw mattress, right?”

“Sorry.”

“No worries. Let’s find that key.”

He scooped her in his arms and carried her down two flights of stairs. She reached up and removed the large skeleton key from over the front door. They exited through it.

He gently lowered her onto his erection. She wrapped her legs around his waist. He spread his wings and they ascended.

Marie beheld the estate as they passed over it. She glided him past the barn, peeking in an open window to see Virgil and Annette quenching one another.

She followed the polluted Potomac River to the Chesapeake Bay. As it opened into the Atlantic Ocean, she lay down flat on him and they ascended to the space above the clouds, below the stars. In the fine line of love and romance.

“Tell me more about Van Gogh.” she asked, softly writhing up and down his throttle.

“A Dutchman. Never did find a career he excelled at. He was a misunderstood missionary who turned to painting in his later years. He couldn’t afford proper training, so his work was very primal and elementary.”

“We’re gaining altitude. No worries. I’m your vampire. We’ve got a green light, hang on tight. We won’t stop short of our destination. The speed is right. You’ve got to be strong.”

Marie grabbed on firmly to his ribs as he wrapped his cape around her, tucking it between her legs. She maintained her rhythm as she rested her head on the warmth of his chest. He grabbed her derrière and took over the piloting.

Three strokes up and down his shaft and she beheld the color explosion again. Lightening striking. Purple and green. She should have passed the controls to her vampire a long time ago.

Tears trickled out from underneath her lashes.
This is too good to be true. He’s too good. What is it he knows that he won’t tell me?
“Tell me, please.”

“It’s not for me to stop. I was destined to be with you from the day you were born. We’ve finally found each other. We only have tonight.”