Author Note: For all the fans who just can't quench their thirsts. This is the first in a series of Trueblood inspired literotica. Stay tuned and turned for more! (Also, I will accept comments and votes for which characters you'd like to see featured).
This story contains mmf relations- if this is not what you are in to, keep reading I may change your mind. But if it is illegal in whatever archaic backwoods you live, or if you are not of age, please leave now.
So much has happened these last few years... my life seems to be going strictly on overdrive, what with Bill, Eric, Alcide, Quin, Eric (again)—and my Viking and I have seem to hit that disastrous lull phase where the problems outweigh the sweat stained sheets. The sun had just went down and I spent a lazy Sunday lounging in my bikini watching and thinking of nothing. I sipped sugar free lemonade and felt myself recharging in the warmth and glow of the one of two things that separates my guy from me- the light of day and humanity. What Eric lacked in civility, decency, and common manners he sure made up for in the bedroom. He fucked like a man possessed; screaming out in his native tongue, grunting and lapping at the tiny holes against my neck while he came, buried deep inside. Vampires may be cold, but they can go as long as they please- which in Eric's case is almost always directly after he pleases me to the point of completion. Our sex life is amazing; it's the everyday logistics of our relationship that have me waiting for the other shoe to drop. I shake away those thoughts and immediately find myself thinking of the good times. I decided a nice long shower is just what I needed to firmly place these unanswered questions at the back of my mind.
Stepping out of my white and gold bikini, I let the water warm while I put on some music- I was in a Deanna Carter sort of mood, so I made a quick playlist of her happier selections (who wants to try and forget relationship problems while she whines about shaving her legs?). The water was a perfect temperature, two degrees below scolding as I stepped and let the pulses cascade down my shoulders and back. As I began applying the shampoo, my mind seemed to drift to Bill, my first vampire lover who had a slight fetish with my hair. Eric sometimes wants to brush it and dote on me in that way, but that act, just like my virginity, belongs to Mr. Bill Compton. Oh, I can think of other things that Eric can play with... oh boy can I, things that are his and his alone. Instinctively, my hands follow where my brain marks out Eric's territories. First, my hand lightly brushes my neck, mimicking Eric's soft kisses and the way he nuzzles his chin hairs at the base of my throat up to my ear and back down. My hand follows the path his mouth normally take, tracing the base of my throat to my collar bone and then down to my firm, supple breasts. I use some of my fancy body wash, the kind Eric bought for me because he says it smells of sunshine and feels like cashmere on my skin, and use it to lather my breast. I spend time messaging each one while gently pulling and twisting on my nipples- the only thing missing is the sharp, quick, intoxicating sting that comes from his bite. I leave my breasts and continue down, over my stomach straight to my freshly trimmed swath of blonde curls. The curls feel just like Eric describes and I spend a few seconds just admiring the luxurious feelings of the water and my hand. As I think of Eric and what he would do next, I cannot wait any longer. I start making slow then faster movement with my middle finger poised on my hood moving from side to side- it feels like a cheap knockoff of what Eric's tongue can do, but it feels glorious nonetheless. With my right hand busy, I use my left to grip and pull my hair back, then put my full attention back to my aching breasts. The tension is building and I feel as though my knees will give out at any moment- I may just topple over in the shower in pursuit of an orgasm, but at this point I really don't give a flying fuck! Its beyond building, I feel like a tension cable stretched two miles too long and right as the last thread was about to snap, the shower curtain flew open and there he was, my Viking. Deliciously naked, sporting both fang and wang.
"Aggggghhh" was all I could muster as a immediately stopped, my impending orgasm instantly forgotten.
"Eric, w- what the hell? You scared me half to death!"
"My dearest, I was going to surprise you, I could not go another night without being inside of you, without feeling you warm and welcoming beside me- I have Pam looking after the club. Imagine my plight when I arrive at the front door, ready to be received like a proper gentlemen, when I hear the shower running and you moaning."
All I could do was pull the shower curtain tighter around my body, though he has seen and explored every square inch or it, and stare at him like a doe on route 4.
"If its any consolation, you're the reason I'm in here Eric- I missed you, my body missed you, I was doing a pretty lackluster job of trying to imitate your kisses and touch" I said while brazenly but innocently releasing the shower curtain, exposing my enlarged nipples and glistening body for his inspection.
Without saying a word he steps into the shower and picks me up, putting his hands under my arms and carrying me as if I am weightless back to my bedroom. Before I can make heads or tails of the situation, I am thrown onto my bed and he is wedge between my thighs. His strong legs positioning my thighs apart, yet he does not enter me. I wrap my legs around his hips and try to make him move forward, but it is like trying to move a house. I know he wants to be in control, so I stop and look up at his gorgeous face.
"You are like a siren's song- I could feel you, aroused, it was completely distracting"
He leans down and kisses me. First the movements of his lips are soft, but in the very next instant he is insistent. His tongue devouring me as though I hold his life force locked within. I return his kisses in earnest. Though it has only been a week, it feels like an eternity since we have gotten to be alone together as man and woman. I cant believe I went over 25 years without sex, and now a week has me bursting at the seems.
"I don't have the patience for slow and gentle right now my lover, that will have to be round two"
"Or three?" I ask while he nibbles on my earlobe.
That's it, I cannot wait any longer and neither can he- in one swift motion he buries his thick nine inches into me and I gasp at the fantastically full feeling radiating through my body. He starts moving faster and faster, each time, his lean and muscular body collides with mine, the contact on his pelvis to mine only adds to the ecstasy he is including. Suddenly he adds his thumb to the mix, moving in circles on the hood of my clit- I think my eyes are rolling back in my head and all I am is a bundle of sensations. The tension cable from the shower is back with a vengeance and before I know it I am on the precipice of my orgasm wants again. I pull Eric's face to mine and I kiss him with every ounce of passion I have, even with the height difference and our awkward position it is the best kiss I've ever had and he never stops what his thumb and cock are doing to me. His thrust get even faster and then he clamps down on my nipple and I feel that sudden little sting. My pleasure a giant balloon and his fangs just popped me into pieces. My breathing is labored as I come down from my post coming high, only Eric shows no sign of stopping any time soon. He flips me over on my stomach and brings my legs up and out, I look like a frog, but I don't give a shit, this new position is making me delirious. His thrusts get longer and he moves his hips from side to side as he enters and exits- the feeling is so deep and fantastic.
