Vampires and Sexy Romance (77 page)

My unmade bed wasn’t mentioned, my discarded clothing -- even my bra and panties -- were ignored.  Dean paid his attentions, and his caresses and kisses, only to me.  He smelled great, like the morning rain spiced with a dangerous dose of some heavenly Christian Dior scent -- though I doubted he had cologne on.  If he had, it was washed off by now.

He pulled open his shirt, heedlessly popping buttons in his wish to be naked with me.  I ran my hand down his chest, the firm smooth plains of his taught pectorals.  I licked the rain from his flesh, my tongue gliding over his tan skin to his nipples -- twin brown raspberries.  I took one into my mouth and swirled my tongue around the tender nub, nibbling as Dean’s hands ran through my wet hair, groaning as I feasted.

He pulled my face back to his own and devoured my mouth in another mesmerizing kiss.  His arms wrapped around me like Anacondas as his hands worked the zipper to my dress, pulling the back open and running his hands under the soaked silk, and over the feverish flesh of my lower back, and down over my thong bared butt.

It was my turn to moan as he peeled down my dress -- I’d forgotten I wasn’t wearing a bra, thought I had another layer of something before I was naked.  But before I could even whimper in regret I whimpered in ecstasy as he returned my nipple play.  His mouth hot on my neck, then smooth as his lips cascaded over my overheated flesh.  When he took my nipple in his mouth I thought I’d burst into flames, the heat of his mouth, the teasing slipperiness of his tongue as he tongued and sucked on my tit.

I writhed against him as my dress slinked down my body and over my hips, dropping into a silken puddle at my feet.

He lowered me onto the bed as his mouth traced the line of my ribs, then over the curve of my belly, then bit playfully at the flesh of my hip bone as his marvelous fingers pulled down and effortlessly removed my amazingly expensive red satin thong.

I think we both moaned as he kissed his way down my thigh, his hands pulling me free at last from my arduous heels.  But I sucked in my breath and tensed up as he kissed his way back up the inside of my thigh.  I didn’t dare move -- I didn’t know what the hell he was doing, at first, but then his mouth made contact with my quivering sex.  The air expelled from my lungs in the longest most feral groan as his arms wrapped up around my hips, searching fingertips tickling the sensitive flesh of my hip bones, his tongue now darting into me, tasting, taunting, making me press my hands down hard on his brawny shoulders.  My short nails probably dug into his skin, but he didn’t protest.  If anything his mouth kissed my spasoming pussy all the deeper.  His tongue lapped greedily at my vaginal lips, swirling about my clit like a mini-hurricane.

I couldn’t take it -- felt like I was going to explode, my insides churning like a locomotive.  My head was free of all other thought except, “I want you inside me ... NOW!”

My eyes bugged out as I realized I’d said it out loud.

I shuddered at the desperation in my own voice.  Dean raised his gorgeous face from my sex, his mouth bruised, his lips glistening.  He smiled as if he had the juiciest secret in the world on the tip of his tongue.

“I hope you don’t get the wrong idea, but I ...”  he pulled a condom from his pants pocket and held it up for me to see.

“Bess bought me a whole box and left them in the bedside table.”

“God bless Bess,”  Dean growled as he unbuckled his belt and pulled open his pants, peeling the wet fabric down his hips.  He turned as he kicked off his shoes and stepped out from each clinging leg, his dimpled ass, creamy and white, bouncing with a youthful jiggle.

My jaw dropped, though, as he turned around and I got a look at his swaying, huge hard cock.  Not only was it as long and thick as most men’s forearms, but it seemed to be getting bigger.  Hardening and curling upward as he gently stroked it, moving back to me on the bed. 

Dean tore the condom open with his teeth and a moment later was rolling the latex sheath over his hard prick. 

I knew he was too big -- hell I’d never even seen anything so big, not to mention had it pushed into me.  Excuses came to mind... excuses that sounded lame and rather stupid.

But the other half of me, the half that had had Dean’s wondrous mouth lavishing it with attention, that part of me yearned for him ... all of him. 

He crawled onto the bed with me, his naked body lowering on top of mine, the feel of him, his weight bearing down on me.  The way he gently pushed my thighs apart using his own, the way his manhood rubbed ardently against my sensitive opening. 

I ran my hands over his broad shoulders, feeling the muscles underneath the flesh working.  I felt him push the thick blunt end of his cock against the entrance to my vagina, first gently, then with more pressure as he put his weight into spearing me, inch by inch. 

He kissed me hard, lapping up my groans of pleasure and pain like it was milk.  My hips bucked involuntarily as his last inches stretched my vaginal walls to accommodate him.  By then my arms were wrapped tight around his neck, my legs wrapped about his hips, digging one heel into one of his gorgeous mounds of ass. 

He started rocking his hips as I clung to him, lost in the haze of lust that clouded my brain.  It hurt more now, but it was a very good hurt, the kind that made me pant for breath as he nibbled and licked at my neck.  When his tongue gently flicked at my earlobe, and then gently sucked, nibbling at the flesh, I felt my insides shudder and my sex contract, the vaginal walls relaxing as my body opened wide to take all of him into me.

“Oh god,”  Dean murmured into my ear as my pussy undulated, one moment lose, the next clamping down on his rigid member. His arms shook and he just fell into me, our bodies pressing together so tight I lost my breath, lost my mind too at the sheer ecstasy of having him pressed against me so fully. 

His cock throbbed inside me as he rocked in and out of me, my hips jolting upward to meet his every downward thrust into me.  As he pounded away at me, slowly notching up the tempo and the forcefulness of his thrusts, I dissolved beneath him, my heart racing inside my chest, my flesh alive with shivers of want and need.  My hands explored his spectacular body, gliding over his muscular back side and down to squeeze his ever so tight and supple butt.

I suddenly thought, he has dimples down there to match the dimples on his face!

Abruptly Dean rolled over onto his back pulling me on top of him.  He pushed he up so that I was sitting upright, making me groan at having my own weight impaling me further on his meaty shaft.  His hands cupped my breasts as he pistoned his hips up and down, sending jolts of pleasure up through me, making my back arch like a cat’s. 

I felt something coming over me.  Something hot and powerful.  I snapped my head back as it erupted from my core and thundered through my veins like fireworks.  My breathing becoming ragged as I clutched hold of Dean’s hands, pressing them all the harder against my breasts. 

I rode Dean’s cock and this tide of jolting ecstasy for what seemed like hours.  There was nothing else, just his hands on my beating heart, and his manhood splitting me open.

Suddenly Dean sat bolt upright, lashing his strong arms about me, his face buried in my bosom, roaring out his climax as he shot his seed deep inside me, filling the latex sheath of the condom.

He pulled me down on him and then rolled over on top me, skewering me roughly with his pulsing cock as the last of his climax spurted from his cock.  Slowly he kissed me, our lips melding together perfectly, and he pulled himself from me.  The look on his face was pain -- pain at having to extricate himself from me -- it was the same thing I was feeling.

Dean sprawled on the bed beside me, glistening with sweat, his chest heaving, laboring to catch his breath.  His arm was under my neck as he pulled me closer to him.  I clung to him in utter unbelievable bliss.  I knew I’d never had an orgasm like that before ... not even close!  Thought I was having a heart attack there for a minute.

After a long while I felt Dean slide from my arms and I watched groggily as he padded naked to my bathroom, those fine dimpled orbs bouncing enticingly as he strode.  I watched as he peeled the condom from his still half-hard cock and flushed it down the toilet.

Moments later he was with me in the bed again, pulling the covers up around us.  As he pulled me to him and I fell asleep in his arms, my cheek pressed against his chest like a pillow, listening contently to the slow strong beat of his heart

*****

Chapter
13

I woke that morning still wrapped in Dean’s embrace.  I gulped at the realization that it hadn’t just been a dream.  I smoothed my hand over his chest and let it slide down his smooth hard stomach.  Then further down under the covers until I could feel his hard member beneath my touch.

I was suddenly seized with the hunger for him.  I scooted under the covers until I was face to face with his huge member.  I licked up the shaft and felt him stir under my efforts.  I finally came to the tapered head of his prick and took it into my mouth, sucking gently at the thick mushroom head. I heard Dean gasp as he awoke.  The head of his cock throbbing in my mouth, tasting sweet, and the flesh so soft on my tongue.  I couldn’t get over how something so hard on the inside could be so soft on the outside.

His hips jerked and shuddered as I took more of him into my mouth.  He pulled the covers down from over my head  and ran his hands through my hair as I sucked upon him.

But that only lasted a moment. 

“God, Lucy, I can’t take that!”  And he pulled me from his lap and kissed me, hard and sweet, until he’d maneuvered himself to between my legs, his manhood pulsing as it rubbed against my burning sex. He leaned over and took out a condom from the box Bess had left us.  God Bless Bess, I thought. Dean ripped open the foil packet and stretched the rubber over his huge mushroom head, the rolled it down his mind-boggling length.  He wrapped my legs about his hips as he stood up, holding me in his arms, suspended sitting on his long hard cock.  Slowly I sank onto his cock like a spear, gasping as I was gored straight through.  He walked to my bathroom and took us inside the shower stall.  Soon he was fucking me against the wall, the hot water streaming over us as his prick slowly pounded me to the verge again.

A girl could get used to this, I thought.

Then he lowered me to my feet and pulled his condom wrapped cock from my pussy, leaving me feeling empty, leaving me feeling hungry for more ... it couldn’t be over already!

That’s when he gently pulled me to him and around until the spray of the shower cascaded over my breasts.  He positioned my hands up on the wall in front of me, and then I felt him enter me again, from behind this time. 

I started to squirm.  I’d never been taken like this, from behind.  I couldn’t see him, I couldn’t touch him, and yet as his hands ran over my body, soapy with my body wash, and his cock slowly churning in and out of me, I felt myself give into it.  I came in an instant, my head thrashing as he bucked his hips harder into me.  I felt like a house fire was burning inside me.  I was sure any moment I would turn into living flame and scatter like ash.

But I didn’t.  For who-knows-how-long I writhed in the hot spray of the shower, run through by his amazing cock, wave after wave of orgasms rushing through me.

Bliss.

*****

Still soak and wet, satiated inside and out, I lay spent on the bed, wrapped in my favorite terrycloth robe.

Dean was dressed, his hair mussed in sexy ringlets, and I watched enraptured as he tried to button his shirt -- most of the buttons were scatter over my bedroom floor.

He looked at me and made a funny hand gesture.

“Don’t look at me,”  I purred.  “You did all the undressing last night.”

His smile was even more brilliant by the light of day.

“And I prefer your shirts not having buttons.  Very sexy.”

He wriggled his eyebrows.  “It’ll be all your fault if I get molested on my way home.”  He leaned down to kiss me on the bed.  Hadn’t even brushed his teeth yet and still he had good breath!  Was he even human?

I pondered this and so many other questions as he walked toward my door and pulled it open.  Then he suddenly stopped and looked back at me.  “So dinner tonight?  Or do you need time to recuperate?”

I was exhausted, yet my internal engine revved up at the thought of him in my bed again tonight.  “Who needs rest?”  I smiled wickedly.  “Now if you need a night ...”

“Eight o’clock, then.”  His eyes darkened and I felt them hot on my body again as he passed through my doorway and closed it behind him.

No sooner did I think, I’ve gotta tell Bess, than my phone rang.  I picked it up and said “Hello.” That’s all.  Suddenly I heard a deafening whoop from the other end of the connection.

“Cupcake have a hard night?” Bess crooned.

“I don’t kiss and tell.”  Which was a lie.  I was dying to tell her the details.

“OMIGOD!!!  He ate you out too!”

I sat up in a flash.  “Do you have my apartment under surveillance?’”

“I can hear it in your voice.”

“It’s creepy.”

“I also can tell you did it twice, and he tried it in a new position, right?”