Wholly naked, she stretched, her eyes glazed with the lingering pleasure from his bite, and she looked beautiful and mysterious at once, all woman and wholly inhuman. He stroked his fingers up her inner thigh and fingered the velvet soft petals of her sex that were already wet with pleasure. She grasped his cock in one hand, stroking it as she parted her legs and told him, “Come inside now.”
“I want to help you climax first,” he whispered. He found her stiff little bud, so delicate and luscious, and he rolled the ball of his thumb over it.
She jerked uncontrollably and gasped. “It feels too good. It’s too intense.”
“That’s partly from the bite,” he crooned. “Everything’s more intense right now.” He slid two fingers into her, and she was softer and wetter than anything he had ever felt before, and so goddamn snug, he knew when he finally entered her, she was going to grip him tighter than a fist. He fucked her gently with his fingers while he continued to massage her clitoris.
“I can’t take it,” she sobbed. She gripped his wrist.
“You can take it,” he told her. While he worked her, he bent over to take her nipple in his mouth again, suckling at her carefully because his fangs were still descended and he did not want to scratch her. He was drowning in his own pleasure, drowning, immersed in her escalating pleasure as she undulated her hips.
Then she put a hand to the back of his head and pulled him down hard against her breast. His fangs broke the tender skin at her breast, and her Powerful blood filled his mouth again. Astonished, he sucked her hard while he drove his fingers into her, and she bucked underneath his hold and screamed as she climaxed.
He was blind with his own euphoria and still throbbing with need. He held himself rigidly, his palm pressed firmly against her clit while her inner muscles pulsed against his fingers. He would not draw out, not leave her until her climax was done, but then she shocked him again as she pulled his hand away. She rose and pushed him onto his back, and as he acquiesced, she came up over him and straddled him. She was the most amazing sight he had ever seen, her beautiful face stamped with intensity as she took his cock, positioned him and lowered herself down on him.
“Jesus,” he said. His own climax shot like a bullet. He gripped her hips and bucked hard underneath her, swearing.
She collapsed on him, and he hugged her with his whole body. After a few minutes, she asked, “We’re going to do this a lot, aren’t we?”
“God, I hope so,” he said.
They slept just like that, with him still inside of her and her sprawled like a rag doll on him.
He woke first. His erection had softened, and he didn’t want to move and slip outside of her or wake her up. She was a soft, warm weight lying on him, and he loved it, loved it.
So he drifted a while and let his mind meander. Maybe she liked jewelry. Maybe she would enjoy a ring.
Maybe she would enjoy it especially if he went down on one knee to give it to her.
He had always thought he would enjoy marriage, and he believed he would make a good husband for the right woman. He had just never found the right woman, until now.
But he was getting way ahead of himself. They hadn’t even gone on their first date yet. Speaking of which, he had opera tickets to buy.
Wait. He yawned and asked, “What day is it?”
“Nnh.” Just when he was sure she had fallen back asleep, she murmured, “Think it’s Friday?”
“Excellent. I think our first date should start right now.”
She scratched her nose. “You don’t have opera tickets yet.”
“That’s going to have to be our second date,” he told her.
She opened her eyes and squinted at him. “What’s our first date?”
He rolled her onto her back, reversing their positions, and grinned down at her. “My vote is for that weekend in bed.”
She snickered. “Ooh, that’s my vote too. At some point we should call Carling and Rune and tell them we’re back.”
“We can do that Monday.” He palmed her breast as his cock stiffened against her thigh. “We should also plan our third date soon.”
“Mm, we should.” Her gaze grew heavy lidded as she fingered his penis. “I’m so glad to be back in my own bed.”
“I’m glad to be in your bed too.” He moved his hips lazily, pushing against her hand.
Her expression softened with equal parts pleasure and affection. “So do you have any ideas about that third date?”
Duncan cocked his head, considering her. He thought about telling her about buying a ring, and him going down on one knee, but he didn’t want to spook her. Instead he said, very casually, “I thought we might go shopping.”
“You like to shop?” she asked in sleepy surprise.
“Yes, I do, sometimes. When I know I’m looking for something special.” He bent to nuzzle her throat.
She made a purring sound and stroked his back. “It sounds like you’ve got something specific in mind for your shopping trip.”
“Our shopping trip,” he corrected.
“Okay, our shopping trip.”
“And I do have something specific in mind, but for now, I think we should focus on our first date.”