We reach my motorcycle and I hand her my smooth deep blue helmet. She looks down at it as if it is a spaceship full of aliens. “Umm. Have you seen my hair today?” She points her long index finger toward her brown locks.
“Well, it’s the helmet or you aren’t going.” I state firmly and straighten my arm out to her so she will take her helmet. After a long pause, she rolls her eyes, takes the helmet, and slides it over her head smashing her hair underneath. I take a seat on the bike and she straddles behind me holding my sides before wrapping her arms tightly around me. I crank the bike and the pipes roar sending vibrations under us. Her arms clinch harder around me. I knock the kickstand up with my boot and we take off. We drive outside the city and the silence sets in. No one realizes how loud the city actually is but a few miles away and its dead quiet. I pull down a long dirt road and watch the trees skim by full of different shades of browns. The winter season doesn’t have a lot of color but it is still just as beautiful but with tranquility. I turn down a private driveway and stop in front of a log cabin, nudging out the kickstand and turning off the ignition. I stand up and assist her in getting off the motorcycle before throwing my leg over it. She removes the helmet and her hair is flat from being smashed inside. Her long fingers shake the roots and her lips start moving but I can’t hear anything. The next thing I know her brown hair is full of volume and she is smiling instead of frowning.
“Spells for your hair?” I touch a small piece of hair and run my fingers down it.
“A girl always has to look her best.” She smirks and flutters her eyes. “So, what is this place?”
“Well, this was my childhood home. My parents sold it to me when they decided to travel the world. They are retired and free they said.” I reach out, grasp her hand and tug her so she follows me. She is breathless when we reach the front door. “Baby, you need to get some more exercise and I know the best kind to do.” I look over at her and wink.
“I didn’t know today would be a sprint.” She rolls her eyes. “Open the door already, it’s freezing out here.”
I smile, unlock the door and open it backing up so she can walk in first. “This is it. Small and cozy.” I help take her jacket off and hang it on the wooden coat rack by the door. “Let me give you a tour.” I take in a deep breath and turn facing away from her. “This is the living room and all these pictures are of me when I was a mere lad. My parents came over from Ireland after they were married 42 years ago at age 18. They bought this house while my mom was pregnant with me. My dad opened a pub up and they sold it a few years back and went on the road. They come back to visit every few months and bring me back a ton of souvenirs. I hold out my hand when we reach the dining room. There is a huge churro cabinet filled with something from every state three times or more depending on where they have been. They invested well and now they live up the good life most people dream of doing.
“Holy shit, why do they bring all this to you?” Chenille questions after seeing how full the cabinets are. “Too be honest, I think they are senile and forget that they already got me something.” I chuckle. “But, I wouldn’t have it any other way. This way I know that they think about me as much as I do them. I know it will years even centuries that I will go on living and they will be gone. Sometimes I would rather be selfish and change them just so I can keep them close but let’s be honest. I am not selfish.” I start walking toward the kitchen. She follows closely behind never saying anything but waiting for me to finish but I don’t. “Can I get you a drink? I have wine from “Lakeshores” that you like.” I turn and walk to the cabinet that holds the wine glasses. “Yeah, I would love a glass.” She states as she walks behind me and wraps her arms around my waist. The closeness of her heartbeat and skin is intoxicating. I have to stop myself from breathing because she makes me hungry. The alcohol is just what I need to numb the burning in my throat. I take the glasses out of the cabinet, pop the cork off the bottle and pour us a glass of red wine. She raises the clear crystal up to her soft pink lips and takes a sip before sitting the glass back on the counter. I do the same and before I know it, she is pressing into me and running her hands through my hair.
“I want you so bad. I can feel my dick in your wet pussy slipping deeper inside. I know when your muscles tighten around my shaft that you are about the come. The look of pure ecstasy on your face. That’s what sets me off. That is what makes me come. That is what makes me want to do it again.” I whisper into her ear.
“Then what’s holding you back?” She murmurs.
“The clothes.” I slide her shirt over her head and drop it to the floor. My fingertips slide smoothly down her bare skin and I stop to undo her bra letting it fall down her long arms. Her breath hitches as I kiss her gently with my moist lips trailing from her neck to her breasts. She leans rearward into the kitchen counter and her back arches from the anticipation building. I undo her pants and yank them down followed by sliding down my own. My dick springs out once it is no longer constricted. There is no time for condoms; fuck there isn't time for foreplay. My dick needs to feel her wetness around it. “Fuck, I want you.” I moan out. Her breathing quickens and mine follows her pace. The head of my cock pushes through her folds and I can no longer be gentle. I ram myself deep inside her and push my hips hard so I can fill her up with me. She screams out from the pain quite possibly but I don't care. She feels so good. “Faster.” She cries out and I oblige. I scoop her ass up in both my hands and slide her down some off the counter pulling her closer to me with every thrust. My body starts to shake and I can't hold back any longer. I come before she does and as bad as I feel for not waiting, the better I feel for getting the release I needed. I kneel down on my knees and pull her pussy to my face. I then lick her continuously up and down as her pussy becomes wetter than it has been and push my tongue inside as I suck on her clitoris. The constant motions sends her over the edge. “Come for me baby.” I murmur.
I help her sit up on the counter and then I walk over to the deep metal sink and rinse my face off. Her scent still lingers on my skin, which will remind me later of how amazing she tastes.
“I feel like my powers are useless these days. I haven't had to use them once today.” Chenille looks off to a non-important spot on the wall. “I think you should meet my sisters soon. Not my parents but my sisters since they would never believe that vampires are still around.” She gazes back to my direction.
“I'd love to keep us to ourselves forever but if we are going to do this relationship thing then we need to be more involved in each other's everyday life and not stuck up each other's ass. Sure, you set it up and I'll be there.” I grab the glass of wine I poured earlier, walk to the back sliding door, and open it.
Chenille trails behind me. “Oh wow. I didn't know there was a lake outside. It's stunning.” She steps out closer to the porch railing. In the winter, the lake is almost completely frozen from the snow and freezing temperatures but this time of year it has a frost to it. Some white snow hard as rocks still linger on the banks. “I should start a fire.” I utter walking back toward the door. “I got it.” She winks. “Sum mo hota tenta.” She chants and I peer inside and observe the fireplace is blazing with golden orange flames. “No wood needed.” I raise an eyebrow and chuckle. “No reason to hurt the trees for a small fire.” She states in a firm tone. I guess witches are touchy when it comes to their elements. Next time I’ll just ask if she can do it.