I decided to wait for you, even though we'd made no plans. I know you'll be here. You love to visit this small wooded area, with its immense old oaks even when you're not on the hunt. I'm sure you can sense that I'm waiting.
I sit with my back to a tree trunk with my knees drawn up to my chest. The silver moon winks at me through the branches that shiver in the breeze. I chill ripples through me, and I can feel my nipples shift within my corset as they harden. I instinctively pull my jacket tighter around my full breasts, even though the chill isn't from the air. In fact, this autumn night is a bit warmer than usual. The chill is from suddenly flashing to a memory of your soft, small mouth on my skin. It's a shiver of longing that started with a tightening inside me. It's been a while...
I hear your foot gently crush the fallen leaves about a yard behind me. I never used to hear you coming, but now it's becoming a little game, and the game is just as fun as being taken by surprise used to be.
"Hello, darling," you almost whisper, your voice like velvet. You sit beside me and nudge me as a way of telling me to straighten my legs so you can lay your head in my lap. When you've settled, lying down, I run my fingers along the raven waves of your hair, all the way down to the small of your back. You like to joke that you fit the part of the vampire perfectly, with your long, black hair and long skirts, and I always argue that your face is too sweet.
"I missed you, Aidan."
Your deep blue eyes flash up at me. "I know," you say with your doll mouth, smiling devilishly as I run my thumb over your lips, parting them a bit. Your mouth is irresistible. We meet in a kiss and I run my tongue over your lips before slipping it between them. As usual, you are alternately yielding and aggressive in your kiss, slowly awakening my desire with each twist of your tongue and gentle bite.
As we kiss, I teasingly slide my hand slowly up your ribs before taking hold of your lovely, firm breast. I like the way that some of it escapes my hand, and the fact that you don't need warm clothing. I can feel your hardening nipple pressing up against my fingers through your thin violet sweater. You've told me before that you never realize how cool your skin is until you feel my touch, and that you love the heat of my hands and mouth almost burning you. It's making you arch your back now, pressing that breast harder against my hand. My lips curl into a smile against yours, breaking the kiss. "Particularly eager tonight, I see."
"Hmm" is your only response, your eyes closing as I begin to work on your nipple with my fingers. You seem to be enjoying yourself so much that I'm very surprised that you still my hand after a moment. "No, Amy, not yet," you say. "Not here."
I look at you in confusion. "But this is where we always..." You press your fingers on my lips, silencing me.
You sit up and look into my brown eyes with your large blue ones. "I'm ready to take you home, silly," you say with a warm smile. The words send a warm ripple through me. "Do you want to come?"
You explained before that even after I've earned your trust, it's dangerous to take me to your home. Your power allows you to travel much faster on your own than you could with me, making it harder for someone to follow you back to the home of all your vampire kin. You didn't want to endanger me by risking leading a hunter to my home, either.
So we've always met here, since the first night that you decided you wanted my body more than my blood. We've kissed and touched, but the exposed area and weather never allowed for much bare skin. Now we'll have a bed and walls and my mind wanders to all the things we could do with some comfort and privacy. Of course, you can tell what I'm thinking, and the wickedness that your smile takes on shows it. It's surprising that even with your sharp little teeth, your smile is never menacing.
"I'll take that as a 'yes'," you say, jumping to your feet in one swift motion. You take me by the wrist, pulling me up to my feet and leading me along behind you through the trees. Your steps are so quick that I hardly have time to admire your curvy silhouette and round ass, which presents itself even through your flowing skirt. I stumble on a root in the darkness, and you giggle softly, knowing that it's because I was staring at you.
Soon, I can see streetlights through the trees, and we reach your car. It's midnight blue, like your eyes, fast, powerful, and sleek, but not flashy. You unlock the door for me and I slip into the soft, black, passenger seat. A strange but wonderful mix of classical and metal blasts through the speakers when you start the engine, and we're off before I'm even strapped in.
"I mixed it myself," you say in response to my thought about the music. Looking at you, I can tell that you're enjoying my surprise, as usual, and I'm enjoying watching your breasts bounce every time you shift gears.
The ride is short enough that I don't get to pull up your skirt and caress your thighs as I'd hoped, but long enough that I got a chance to tease you in other ways. Your house is an old-fashioned brick one, set a bit back from the road, behind a yard full of trees, at the end of a long drive. I'm surprised to find that we're riding in the only car at the house. "I thought you lived here with eight others."
"I do," you say, "but it's rare for us to need a car."
I should have thought of that.
A pleasant puff of warm air hits me as we walk through the large front door and remove our shoes. There's a lovely smell of cedar and burning wood inside, and in the light, I can now see the deep pink of your nipples through your sweater. All I can think of is pulling that sweater off of you and taking them into my mouth, feeling your smooth, bare skin with my hands. It's almost too much to bear...
Beyond the small front room, there is a large living room, where the fireplace is lit. The floors are smooth, polished wood, with a deep green area rug in the center of the room, and there are three large sofas, a television, and several bookshelves lining the walls. Nobody who's into those typical horror books and movies would think of this as a vampire lair. I was never into that dramatic stuff.
The two men sitting in the living room look at us with curiosity, but don't stare. You take me by the hand, leading me across the living room, into a hall, and up a wide staircase. It's almost torturous to pass the doors in the hallway, wondering which one leads to your room. Finally, you reach for the doorknob at the very end of the hall and close the door behind us. Your room is quite large, with its own small fireplace burning and an armchair in the corner. Your bed is large and downy, covered in blue velvet blankets and wrapped in matching curtains.
You put your hands on my hips, drawing my eyes away from the room and to your eyes. I am a bit tall, and your eyes are just an inch below mine. You press your hips into mine, giving me the treat of having your beautiful dancer's body against my slightly thicker one. "I'm glad you like it," you say before giving me a lingering kiss and leading me to the bed with the swaying of your hips.
When I get to the bed where you've already laid down on your back, you pull me on top of you, sliding your hand up to the back of my neck and pulling my face down to yours. "Now I'll show you just how eager I am," you say. Your kisses are passionate. It feels like you're manipulating the soul inside me with your tongue, shaking things up so that my lower stomach seems to knot up from wanting you, and not just your body.
I only feel you squirm beneath me for a second before you push one of your thighs up between mine, beneath my skirt. The delicious pressure creates a single throb that starts in my clit and ripples outward, eliciting a small gush of wetness and forcing a rough breath through my lips. The moisture intensifies the sensation on my smooth lips as you begin to work your thigh against them.
Getting hot from my excitement, I take my jacket off, throw it aside, and lean down to take your nipple between my teeth. I've teased you through fabric so many times that I just didn't think about it, but as soon as I realize we're not in the woods, but in a bed, I pull your sweater up so quickly that your breasts bounce before settling back against your ribs. Your red-pink nipples scream for my attention, and I'm only too happy to oblige.
As I lower my head, my deep red hair makes a wonderful contrast against your porcelain skin, which I'm seeing bare for the first time, but this thought flees quickly as I squeeze both of your breasts in my hands, hungrily licking and sucking at their undersides. I suck your soft flesh between my teeth and gently rake my teeth across your skin. You taste so good. My mouth wanders up to the insides of the delicious mounds, sucking and nibbling, leaving deep red marks on the delicate skin that fade only because of your supernatural ability to heal. Your heavy breaths are building into a moan.
I reposition my hands to cup your beasts, giving me access to your nipples. I lightly circle one with the tip of my tongue, and the other with my fingertip. Your breaths get even closer to a moan, but I let you writhe, your legs squirming, arching your back in an attempt to get closer to my mouth and hand, before I wrap my lips around one cherry peak and pinch the other, making you gasp before finally releasing the low moan that had been building in your throat. I roll one between my fingers, flicking my tongue across the other between my lips. You moan each time I pinch, pull, or bite, still writhing and driving your thigh into me, slowly building the ache in me.
