Chapter 32

With a low groan of my own, I took him back into my mouth, sucking strongly. Even using both hands, I could barely enclose the full length of his shaft, and though he looked slender, his girth filled my hand nicely. I stroked my hands up and down the smooth skin in time to the pull of my cheeks and throat and used my tongue to massage the underside of the head.
Every muscle in his lean, strong body was tense. With an inarticulate shout, he came, hot fluid filling my mouth and spilling down my throat. I swallowed repeatedly, the muscles of my throat caressing the head of his cock as he spurted. When he was finished, I licked the tip of him clean, savoring his spicy taste, and so aroused I'd damn near come just bringing him off. The fact he was still rock-hard made me quiver.
"Now it's your turn, love." He slipped his hands under my knees and pulled them up, which tipped me onto my back on the bed.
I shrieked as I fell - my control issues flared up at the most awkward times - but when he dropped to his knees beside the bed, I relaxed at once. He tugged my legs until my waxed pussy was right up to the edge of the mattress and licked a line along my slit, ending with a teasing little circle around my clit.
"Lovely," he murmured. "So sweet and hot." He licked again, pushing his tongue deeper this time, just inside my puffy pink lips. I leaned up on my elbows to watch, fascinated by the sight of his glossy blond head bent between my legs. Without thinking, I brought my own hands up to my nipples, pinching and rolling the pebbled nubs between my fingers almost hard enough to hurt.
His hands came up to rest on the insides of my thighs while he settled in to seriously feast, using lips, tongue and even little nibbles from those pointed teeth to torment me with sensation after sensation, all wonderful but none of them quite enough.
Just when I was about to scream from the sensory overload, he closed his lips around my aching clit and sucked. He popped both thumbs into my pussy, stretching me wide.
I did scream as my muscles clenched and my body shattered. The orgasm hit in long, rolling waves, tremor after tremor racking me from fingers to toes. Ty continued to suck my clit, prolonging the bliss, and he replaced his thumbs with two - or maybe three - long fingers, sliding them deep with slow, gentle strokes until I settled.
"I want inside you," he growled, looking up at me from my lap with his amber eyes glowing. He licked his lips. He reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a sample-sized box of assorted condoms, shredding the cellophane and cardboard in his haste to get to the contents. Fortunately, he was much more careful opening the packet and putting it on. Vampires aren't particularly fertile beings, and we're immune to disease, but we're not entirely sterile either. Precautions are still important.
It didn't even occur to me to laugh at the day-glow orange sheathing that glorious cock. I couldn't have cared less if he painted it green with purple polka-dots. I just wanted it inside me - now. I scrambled back to my knees, pushed the blankets out of the way and patted the sheet, giving Ty the most smoldering look I could pull off. "Come here."
He raised one eyebrow at the command but did as I asked, lying back against the pillows, his still-rigid cock pointing straight up in the air, neon orange condom and all. With a happy moan, I straddled him, laid my hands on his shoulders and settled my soaked, still-twitching cunt over that sturdy pole and lowered myself onto it. Ty's hands came up to cup my breasts, squeezing lightly as he let out a groan of his own.
"Damn, you're tight, love."
"Especially for being over three hundred years old," I teased, astounded that I felt secure enough to be playful with a man I'd only just met.
"Ah, you're just a young thing," he quipped back. "But all grown up, to my immense delight."
I began to rock slowly back and forth, exploring the way we fit together. He filled me perfectly, and every movement I made caused a wonderful friction along my inner walls. His thumbs strummed on my sensitized nipples, and soon I'd picked up the pace, riding him hard and fast. We were both breathing heavily, both straining toward another, bigger climax, but I needed more, and Ty seemed to understand - and he'd also picked up on my fear.
Instead of dumping me onto my back so he could pound into me, he sat up against the headboard and pulled me closer. I was still on top - well, on his lap, at any rate - but we were pressed together from groin to chest. His cock was pressed even deeper in my cunt, taking my arousal up another notch. Oh yes, this would work.
Ty tipped his head to the side, offering his throat. "Take what you need, love. You won't hurt me."
Fuck! Just the magnitude of his understanding was enough to bring tears to my eyes as I slid myself up and down on his erection. I buried my nose in the curve of his shoulder and inhaled the musky scent of male and the rich, spicy fragrance of the blood rushing beneath his skin. Finding a thick vein just beneath the skin on his upper shoulder, I bit as gently as I could.
The exotic flavor of his blood burst on my tongue, making my pussy clench around him. Vampire fangs aren't hollow - they don't work like soda straws. Once the punctures are made, an anti-coagulant in our saliva keeps the blood flowing while we drink. There's also something in it that makes the experience pleasurable for the donor, though Ty didn't seem to need it. As soon as my teeth pierced his skin, he cried, "Yes, love, yes," and thrust his cock even harder into my cunt. One of his talons may have bit into the flesh of my ass - his grip was tighter than I would normally have allowed, but I was too turned-on to care. I knew any wounds would heal, and right now my senses were just absolutely flooded with the feel of Ty's powerful cock and the erotic taste of his blood. I sucked hard as I rode him, confident he could take it.
The combination of that potent blood and the incredible feel of him inside me were more than enough to send me flying again. I wrenched my mouth away from Ty's shoulder to call out his name as my cunt clenched tightly around him, holding him deep. Sparks flashed behind my eyelids and all the breath whooshed from my lungs.
Ty gripped my ass even harder as he shuddered and held himself deep. A low moan seemed to be wrenched from his throat, and I hoped the condom had a lot of room in the reservoir, based on how long he sat there, shaking with release. When he finally relaxed, he stroked his hands up and down my spine before cupping the back of my head to bring my face to his. The kiss this time was long and tender and sweet.
"Welcome to Las Vegas, Dani DuBois," he said as he shifted to fall onto his back, bringing my unresisting body down on top of his. His penis was still firm and lodged inside my twitching pussy.
"Mmm," I sighed. "The Chamber of Commerce should put one of you in every welcome packet." I ran one hand through his short, silky blond hair, mussing it just for fun. It would be so easy to lose myself in those gorgeous amber eyes.
"I'd say the same, but I'm rather sure you're one of a kind." He kissed me again, a little more ardently this time, before rolling me to the side so he could pull out and hop off the bed to head for the bathroom.
I felt the loss immediately and wished, just for a moment, I was the kind of girl who did long-term relationships. I didn't though - that gave a man too much power over your heart.
"So, are you tired?" Ty asked, coming back into the bedroom minus the orange condom.
I lay splayed on the bed, looking up at him, and shook my head. If anything, I was rejuvenated. The raw power in his blood had hit me like a jolt of caffeine did for humans. I crooked one finger, inviting him back down to the bed.
"The night is young, demon."



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