Thayer’s tongue traces the outline of my jaw and skims down my neck leaving butterfly kisses with every inch he covers. His hands stroke my back lightly as we kiss and there has not been any penetration but the feelings are so strong that I could swear I was reaching my breaking point. We caress each other’s skin and the temperature builds between us. We gradually thrust the covers to the side of the bed as our own body heat warms us up. His lips are velvety on my skin as he trails down my supple neck to my breasts. His tongue thrashing and flicking my hard nipples and then gently kisses them one by one. He slowly slips his fingers between my folds and start rubbing back and forth at a rapid pace. Just before sliding his fingers inside my breath hitches from the buildup of emotion and tears stream down my face. He doesn’t notice the tears since he is enjoying the sex and they aren’t because of pain, but instead it is because I feel cared about. For who I am as a woman and a witch. No secrets and no surprises are between us. I am naked on the inside, completely exposed for him. I have never had this experience before and I am exultant. The sex has always been what I thought I needed and I created an entire room for my pleasure but in all the years, I thought I had everything I now know that I was missing intimacy.
I entangled my hands in his silky hair, arch my back as his tongue penetrates me deeper. He gazes up at me and watches my face change with every thrust. I can see that it turns him on more knowing that he is bringing this much satisfaction to me by his touch. He rises and slides his cock between my legs but does not slip it inside me but instead he rocks back and forth, as his shaft glides across my sex, leaving me breathless. He enjoys teasing me enough that I almost come and then he changes positions leaving me hanging. I want to pull him to me and ram his cock inside me but I enjoy the teasing so much more than the release. I hold back and wait for him to be ready to let me relieve myself from the buildup. After an hour goes by and he has had his fill of every inch of my body he finally slips inside me and thrusts his hips hard and up in a rocking motion that reaches the center of my clitoris and we finally come together. We are completely spent and he crushes against my chest before slowly rolling to the side of me. His arm stays laying crossed my chest and his face presses into my neck. We close our eyes and fall asleep.
We don’t wake up until later that evening and Thayer has to leave and go to work. I have to admit I am nervous about what is going to happen next. I have never had sex in my bedroom and never spent the entire evening with a man. Once he leaves, I fear he won’t be back and then I’ll be back to the same old tricks of seducing men and then leaving them a couple hours later. We have both showered and I am in the kitchen wearing my cotton robe when he walks out of the bathroom. “I made you some dinner. I know you have to be starved after the night we had.” I slide the plate closer to him on the bar.
“I’m starved. I can definitely say I worked up an appetite.” He jokes and pokes the fork at the grilled Mahi, cutting it before taking a bite. “After work tonight I am going to go home and get some sleep but tomorrow morning I would like to take you on a real date. An all-day date, if you are up for it.” He continues in between bites.
“All day? Okay, what do I wear?” I ask unsure as to where we will be going.
“Jeans and a heavy jacket. We will be outside most of the day. I want to show you some things about me as a vampire.” He explains then walks over and kisses my lips. “I have to run but be ready at eight o’clock in the morning.”
I smile and nod, “I will be waiting.”
“Oh baby, not for long.” He turns and walks out the door.
My smile fades when the door closes behind him. I miss him already. Until tomorrow, I guess. Until tomorrow.
The bar was slammed tonight and I’m dog ass tired when I finally make it home. I empty the contents in my front pocket on the bar in my bare kitchen. I have been a vampire for 14 years and I was 27 when I was changed. I’m not your movie star vamp that has been sparkling for centuries but I am not about to tell Chenille that. Right now, she thinks it's sexy that I have been around so many years, so when it comes time to tell her I know nothing about the renaissance period then I'll come clean and only then. There isn't a meaningful story about the day I was changed and no one made me a part of his or her family afterwards. Instead, Stella Tatum seduced me in the back of a rock concert after drinking and smoking pot; the last thing I cared about was her background. She was stunning with vibrant red hair down to her waist. She invited me back to her place and I was in the car with her without blinking an eye. Now looking back, I know she compelled me but with one look at her rack, I didn't need to be compelled. I would have went willingly. Her breasts were the most picture-perfect things I have ever laid my eyes on. I can still remember dragging my tongue over her nipplesand feeling them harden. They were firm and perky with just the right amount of softness to make them squeezable.
She didn't ask me if I wanted to be changed. It was real hasty and just as I was about to climax. Other than the pain I felt when she sank her fangs into my neck, I remember being pissed that I never got off. I mean fuck after all the hard work I put in to make sure she had an orgasm the least she could have done was wait until I got mine. I suppose that was what turned her on more; keeping me from my pleasure. I'm sure she had some horrid story about an abusive man and this is how she gets back at him but she never told me so I can only make an excuse for her actions. She stayed around long enough to make sure the change happened and then explain to me what I was. I haven't seen the light of day in 14 years except through the pulled curtains. I don't miss it as much as I thought I would. I guess I've always been more of a night person and I wasn't one to do outdoor activities so I was already white as a ghost. I told my parents that I am allergic to the sun so they would stop inviting me to outdoor outings. I haven't aged a bit but lucky for me my father always appeared younger than he was so it could have been genetic. I don't know how much longer I can pull it off but I don't want to give up my family yet. The burn in my gut is strong when I am around them but I have learned to feed before I get around humans and it works for a few hours. I don't want to be a killer. I just want to live my life the same as I would have as a human for as long as I can.
The morning arrives quickly considering the amice pacing that I was doing on the hard tile floor. I am surprised that I didn’t put a crack in it from all the foot traffic. I walk to the kitchen and reach for the glass jug filled with blood that I bought from the local blood truck. No, I’m not talking about the one for humans but instead the truck that vampires in the city use to get animal blood fresh daily. Yeah, I know it is crazy as fuck but the world has come a long way from vampire slayings. We choose to stay on the down low as much as possible and even though we do have the occasional vamp that step outside the box and feasts on a human, we mostly feed off animals. We had some help over the centuries when the witches made sure we would stay on our best behavior. According to some older vampire friends that I have met along the way, and shown me the ropes after Stella left me to fend on my own. After downing my bloody breakfast, I jump in the shower before dressing for the day in dark denim jeans and a black tee shirt with some lace up leather boots. As I pull the laces tight, I can’t help but picture Chenille last night in those thigh high leather boots. Damn that woman is hot. I don’t even think the fiery red head Stella has anything on her. I adjust myself in my jeans as I stand up, walk to the counter in the kitchen, and grab my wallet and keys before I lock the front door behind me.
Chenille is standing at her front door leaning against the frame. “You are late and I don’t do late.” She crosses her hands over her chest and pouts her bottom lip. “Well, I guess it’s a good thing you’re a witch and can turn back time.” I smirk. She lets out a big puff of air and does a tiny head bob. “And who says you are worth my energy today?”
“Oh you know you think I am.” My eyes narrow and I slap her on the ass. “Now, let’s stop all this chit chat and get going.”
She giggles and clasps my hand in hers. “Give me a hint.”
“Never sexy. I have to keep some mystery in our relationship and keep you guessing so you don’t find me boring as hell.” I inform her.