Venice Vampyr - The Beginning

Inside her belly the fire that had been burning low and steady while they’d talked, had reawakened into a blistering inferno, the flames shooting so high, they reached her skin and licked outwards. Did her lover not notice the heat that seeped from her? If he did, it didn’t seem to bother him, because his hands roamed freely over her naked skin while his mouth continued its sensual assault, turning her body into a collection of cells controlled only by him.

Wherever his hands went, her body heated under his touch and arched into it to ask for more. Even if she’d wanted to, she wouldn’t have been able to stop him. Energy seemed to flow from him and collide with her body’s heat, the two forces dancing with each other and engulfing them in a cocoon of lust and desire.

Bianca had never felt so wanton, so absolutely reckless. But instead of every touch and every kiss helping still her thirst for him, it made her want even more. When he ripped his mouth from hers, she felt the loss physically. “No, don’t stop,” she whimpered. She’d never whimpered before.

“My sweet,” he whispered and kissed her throat, tilting it further back so he could reach the sensitive part at the base of it. His lips kissed, his tongue licked, and his teeth scraped against her skin. She shivered involuntarily at the erotic sensation.

“Again,” she demanded without thought.

Once more, Lorenzo scraped his teeth against her throat, then pulled back and moved lower. His head dipped to her breasts, taking first one nipple and then the other between his lips. When he sucked the nipple deeper into his mouth and licked his tongue over it, she twisted under his hold, feeling her control slip.

He was turning her into mush. She had to gain the upper hand and show him pleasure. Only then would she remain in control, by robbing his. Her hand slipped down his torso past his muscled, hairless chest, across his ripped abdomen until she reached her destination: the dark thatch of hair between his legs where his cock stood erect.

Bianca wrapped her hand around his shaft, surprised to find that it didn’t quite span around his girth.

“Oh, God!” he gasped, temporarily releasing her nipple.

He was too big. Too thick. And long too, she noticed as she stroked all the way down to the base. As hard as marble, yet his skin was as soft as that of a baby. She loved those contrasts in a man, always had. Baby soft skin covering a marble hard cock. The perfect combination. She couldn’t wait to feel him inside her and stretch her cunny. None of her former lovers had been that big. But she didn’t fear it, didn’t fear him.

From what he’d done to her earlier when she’d thought herself in the midst of a dream, she knew he was a patient lover, a considerate one who would make certain she was ready to take him. She’d already orgasmed once under his expert mouth and was again oozing wetness. She was ready for him, her pearl throbbing in anticipation.

But she wanted to drive him wild first. Using all her strength, she pushed against his heavy body. He released her breast, startled, a question already forming on his lips, but it never emerged. A second later, he landed with his back in the sheets as she scooted down his body.

“What?” he gasped and gave her a surprised look.

Bianca didn’t waste any time and lowered her head over his groin, guiding his erection to her lips. He stilled instantly, and she could see him watch her as she took her first lick against the velvety soft head.

“Darling,” he groaned, his voice hoarse.

“Mmm.” Bianca lapped against his cock once more, sliding her tongue all the way down and then back up before she opened her mouth and took him inside. Painstakingly slowly, she slid down on him, taking him as deep as she could. He was more than she could handle with her mouth alone, so she added her hand, wrapping it around the base and pumped him in concert with her lips.

“Fuck!” he moaned out. “You shouldn’t …”

Was he trying to protest? Yet, his hips bucked toward her, fucking into her mouth in a steady rhythm. His hands combed through her hair, holding her steady rather than forcing her down on him. Some of her lovers used to direct her head so that they could fuck her face, and she’d always hated it. But Lorenzo used his hands to caress her scalp, to stroke her, not to pound her head against his groin so she would take him deeper.

She appreciated that in him and thanked him by increasing her sucking motion and working him deeper into her mouth.

“Bianca, no. Stop.”

Suddenly his hands tugged at her hair, pulling her head away from him, making his cock slip from her mouth. She stared at him, her eyes widening in surprise, and looked into the face of a distraught man.

“I can’t do this,” he claimed and shook his head.

She gave his cock a pointed look. By her estimations, he was about ten seconds from climaxing. “Of course, you can.” Was he anxious about coming in her mouth?

He shook his head and disentangled his limbs from her, scooting to the edge of the bed, where he dropped his legs to the ground, turning his back to her. “I can’t do this. I don’t want your body.”