Venice Vampyr - The Beginning

Her hips rocked against him as if she wanted to force him inside her. But he didn’t give in. Instead, his tongue sparred with her pearl, the little button now fully erect. Dante shifted between her legs, adjusting his own cock that rubbed against the sheets. He was coiled like a tight spring, ready to go off at a second’s notice.

This had never happened to him, but he could come just by licking her sweet cunt. He pushed back his desire and concentrated on her body. Again, he pulled the plump bundle of flesh into his mouth and sucked. Viola let out a loud moan and bucked against him.

A second later, her body convulsed. He slipped his finger into her channel in the same instant and felt her muscles contract around him as her orgasm claimed her. Only when her body stilled, something that seemed to take an eternity, did he release her and slide up her body, cradling her in his arms.

“Oh.”

He pulled back and rolled to his side, looking at her flushed face. He found that he liked the sight more than he should. But he hadn’t forgotten his own needs. In fact, his cock throbbed painfully now. When he wrapped his hand around it and started pumping, she dropped her gaze to it.

“Yes, watch me, my sweet.” Her eyes on him excited him. “See what you do to me? You make me so hard, I can’t hold back.”

The pressure in his balls built, and his hand—moist from Viola’s honey—moved rapidly up and down his cock, squeezing as tightly as he knew her virgin cunt would squeeze him. His heart started beating frantically, and his breathing became ragged. But his breaths weren’t the only ones filling the room.

Viola’s breathing matched his own. Her skin glistened from the moisture that built on her forehead and neck, the tiny rivulets starting to run down her breasts. He looked at those breasts as he continued pumping his fist. When a moan escaped her, he lifted his gaze and looked at her face. The sight undid him. She was licking her lips, her pink tongue snaking out as if she wanted to taste him.

“Oh, God, Viola.” His cock jerked and, a second later, his seed shot from his cock, bursting against her belly and his own skin. Again and again, more semen released until his climax ebbed and he collapsed onto his back.





Chapter Eleven




Viola was still mesmerized after Dante had wiped his seed off both of them and pulled her against his chest. She’d never seen a man touch himself like that. And by God, she’d liked the sight. It had made her mouth water for a taste. Just like he’d tasted her. She’d never thought something like that was possible, that a man would put his mouth onto a woman the way he had.

But when he’d done it, her brain had shut down, and all her body had done was react to him. The thought of what utter bliss her body was capable of made her both rejoice and despair. Now that she knew true pleasure, how could she not despair at the fact that she was going to die soon? She gave a small sigh.

Dante’s chest moved under her hands. “Didn’t you like it?” He tucked his hand under her chin and urged her head up. There was a concerned look on his face when his gaze collided with hers. “It disgusted you when I touched myself?”

“No,” she protested instantly. Nothing could be further from the truth. But how could she tell him that it had excited her when she felt embarrassed by her own debauched feelings? “I—”

“You don’t have to spare my feelings. Next time I’ll take care of it when I’m alone.”

And deprive her of the sensual sight of his body in ecstasy? “Why would you do that?”

He gave her a surprised glare. “Men need release, just like—”

She put her finger to his lips to stop him when she realized he’d misunderstood her question. “No, why would you want to hide this from me? Don’t you like me watching you?”

His eyes changed instantly. His dark brown irises looked almost golden, but it was probably the glow from the fire that made his eyes shine in such a beautiful hue. “You liked watching me?”

Viola gave a small nod.

“Did it excite you?”

More than anything. “Yes.”

Dante lifted his head and brushed his lips against hers for a soft kiss. “I love it when you look at me. To know you watched me while I pleasured myself made me so damn horny.” He paused and inhaled sharply. “I haven’t come so hard in a long time.”

Just thinking of what he’d looked like made her feel hot all over again. Without thinking, she lowered her hand and moved it down his chest. She felt his muscles tense under her as she continued her path south. She stopped when she reached the nest of curly hair.

“Please,” Dante mumbled against her lips. “Touch me.”

Viola allowed her hand to slide down further and encountered the hard flesh she’d watched him touch earlier. And it was hard, just as hard as when he’d touched himself. Just after he’d come, his manhood had decreased in size somewhat, but now, only minutes later, it stood erect again and was as rock hard as marble.

Dante let out a ragged breath. “Viola.”

She wrapped her tiny hand around him, not quite reaching all the way around. “Why is it so hard?”