Chapter Nine
Reaching over, he ran a single finger down the center of her chest, across her stomach and down to her Venus mound. Slipping that single finger into her wetness, he flicked it across her swollen clit, and made her moan I pleasure. He brought the glistening finger to his mouth and sucked it clean. A look of shock and amazement crossed his face, only to be replaced with a most devious and almost evil smile. "Why didn't you tell me, pet? Had I known that I was your first. I would have taken you much easier than what we just did. Not that I am complaining. But, in truth you should have told me."
She blushed a shade of scarlet so fierce she felt she would burst into flame. "If it pleases you, Sir, I didn't want to tell you. I was afraid you wouldn't want me anymore. I feared that you would not be satisfied with me. I feared that my inexperience would make you turn away from me. Please do not be angry with me?"
Laughing in spite of himself, he shook his head, still smiling. "Little one, in truth, I am not displeased with you in any way. Had it not been for the small taste of blood I got from tasting you just now, I would not have ever known of your sweet and innocent sacrifice to me. You have pleased m . Have no doubt in that. You have pleased me greatly."
She hid her face in her hands, quietly shaking in the aftermath of her first experience. She had never known that the attentions of another could bring such joy and pleasure. She had always been used for their needs, never having her own met. Unexpectedly, she felt the sudden stinging heat of tears as they traced down her face. She wanted to tell him so much, and explain her ridiculous and childish reaction, but all she could do was try to show him how wonderful all this had been. Words themselves, even rational thought, had totally escaped her capacity.
As he watched these changing emotions work through her mind and body, it was hard for him to tell where one started and the other stopped. One second she seemed to be absorbing everything. The next, she almost seemed in shock. Then without warning she, sat up, smiled at him shyly and began to unbraid her locks of crimson hair. As it came loose and fell around her body, she began to feel more at peace with herself. She always felt her hair was a shield of sorts, a piece of herself that kept her safe in some way. She crawled over to him, straddled his hips with his hardening cock pinned beneath her dripping wet core, and leaned down to flick her tongue along his nipple.
Shuddering in pleasure as the girl ground her body into his, flicking her kittenish tongue along his nipple, he fought his need for control, allowing her to have her way. Her hair slid forward to embrace him in a cloud of jasmine scented warmth, effectively hiding her face and body from his view and not to allow him to see her next move.
She flicked her tongue across his nipple again, then the other, just to feel his body react to her. She wanted to show him how much this night had meant to her. She would willingly give every part of herself to him. She knew that, no matter what happened after this night, she would never be the same. She would always belong to him in some way.
She leaned into his chest and, hair fully covering her actions from sight, and put her face against the crease of his neck, breathing in his scent. The simple taste of male flesh, sweat, heat, and sex all came together in the most mouth watering aphrodisiac she had ever experienced. She didn't even think, before her instinctual reaction took her over. She bit down over the pulse in his throat, digging her fingers and nails deeply into his biceps, unconsciously trying to hold him in place. The taste of his life force flowing into her mouth snapped her back to the reality of the moment, just as his dark growl of pleasure and pain vibrated down her spine, making her even wetter than she had been.
At first he'd thought she might just lick or possibly kiss him. He never thought she would actually bite him. In part, he really enjoyed the sensation of her sinking her sharp teeth into his flesh, the feel of her nails digging into his arms, the sudden wetness between her thighs and across his body. But he'd be damned if it didn't hurt and drive him into a pure frenzy at the same time.
He shoved her up and back, ripping her claw like nails through the muscles of his arms, and pulled her mouth from his opened vein. He growled in pain, need, and frustration. His eyes sparked like lightening as he looked upon the girl, still straddling him and licking his blood off her mouth. Grabbing her by the wrists and wrapping one of his much larger hands around them, he slid his other hand between their bodies, poised his cock at her opening and shoved himself deeply inside.
In a daze, she had tried to taste as much of him as possible, then felt him rip her away. Before she could adjust, he was buried to his hilt within her. Instinct and years of training flowed through her. She rocked her hips down and forward and then rose up slightly, leaning back, until just the head rested against her opening, then plunged down again. She threw herself into the moment with pure abandon, pleasuring herself with his body in a way she would never have dreamed of.
Letting her hands fall, he began to rock his hips up to meet her downward thrust. The sound of flesh slapping on flesh drowned out all sound, even their screams and groans of passion. He ran his hands across her chest and ripped his nails harshly down her breast and stomach, leaving a warm wet trail in their wake. She ground into him, screaming, as she ripped her nails across her own body, echoing his actions. Her body over took and she screamed as a tidal wave of heat rushed through her, then poured out in a steaming hot flood. Not wanting to anger him, she took out her need for the feel of flesh under her nails out on her own body.
Watching her, shredding her own flesh in place of his, drove him into a red tinged, frenzied, lack of control. Sitting up, he grabbed her by the shoulders, flipped her under him and plunged, without warning, into her most virginal of orifices. She screamed as he impaled her body on a fleshy spear that tore her open. He spread her thighs further apart and worked his entire hand, to the wrist, into the channel he had so recently opened. Savoring the smell of her sweet feminine scent mixed with the intoxicating smell of her slowly flowing blood, he began to ease himself out of her and back in again, using his entire body.
Being so completely filled, she felt as though her body and mind were breaking. If she were to take anything more than what he was doing, in this moment, she would simply fade into the night and ne'er return. Her head snapped back and her hands clawed for anything to cling to, as she tried to ride the storm coalescing within her.
Watching her body writhe and her arms flail, as she tried to reach for something to cling to, he laughed with glee and sadistic pleasure. Her screams made him drive into her harder and faster. Her spine snapping, hip grinding, nail raking response only drove him to a stronger desire to push her further over the edge, into a pure space of subliminal, orgasmic pleasure..
