Chapter 58

"First I want to peel you out of that elegant dress and see every inch of your silky skin - then I want to touch and taste it." His fingers slid up to my ankles and caressed my calves.
Odd how I hadn't thought of my calves as erogenous before.
"After I kiss you all over," he said, "I'll want to spend time admiring those nipples poking so insistently at the front of your dress. I've been wondering for weeks if they're rose or peach. I can tell they're responsive - I haven't even touched them and they're like pebbles under that silk."
I didn't realize my hands had slipped up to cup my aching breasts through the bodice of my dress until that moment. I'm not large, but he was right - my nipples were sensitive, and I brushed them with my thumbs.
"Ah, leannan, that's a beautiful sight." His accent thickened and his dark lashes lowered. "Why don't you unfasten your bodice and do that for me?"
My gaze flickered down to see me toying with my nipples, but I was too aroused to be embarrassed. I licked my lips, reached around to my back and undid the zipper down to my waist. The silk fell, baring my pale breasts to Dermott's gaze.
"Peach," he said thickly, his voice grown husky. "I knew it - a true English rose, all peaches and cream. Now play with them again, love." He lifted one of my feet to his mouth and pressed a kiss on the top of the arch, followed by one to the inside of my ankle bone. He shifted on the seat so his back was against the arm of the sofa, his body turned to face mine.
I took my breasts in my hands and pinched the nipples between forefingers and thumbs, gasping as pleasure streaked straight through me to my already wet core. Feeling just a little wicked, I slid my free foot over to rest it lightly on the bulge of Dermott's cock. Already large and firm, it pulsed under that light touch, and this time it was Dermott who had to catch his breath.
"Yes, Jessamy. That's how much I want you." He leaned down and nibbled his way up my calf to the inside of my knee, easing my legs apart as he went. My dress wasn't long, so I knew he could see my thong now, stretched and soaked between the freshly waxed lips of my cunt. The scent of my arousal only inflamed my senses further.
"Ah, more peaches." He trailed one finger from my knee up the inside of my thigh.
I had to fight not to throw my head back against the pillow and close my eyes, but I wanted to watch. His hooded eyes and the taut line of his chin were as much a proof of his excitement as the thick rod beneath my toes.
"You're so wet for me, darling." His fingertip was mere inches from my pussy, and I wanted so badly for him to move that last little bit. My tissues ached with longing. "Your scent is more intoxicating than the wine and more exquisitely spiced." He licked his full lower lip, and I saw the hint of his fangs emerging, just as I felt mine begin to grow.
"Keep playing with your nipples, love. Don't stop."
My hands had stilled, and I started again, rolling the swollen nubs between my fingers.
Dermott smiled his approval. "I want to drink from you here." He feathered his finger across the string of my thong. "And taste your nectar. Then here." He traced a line along the juncture of my hip and thigh. "And taste your blood. Will you let me?"
"Y-yes." Taking and giving blood was a normal part of sex for vampires, but no one had ever bitten me there before. Just the idea was a huge turn-on. "As long as I get to do the same."
"Anything you like, darling. I trust your mouth with the family jewels." His chuckle was so low it was a mere rumble in his chest. "After I eat you and drink from you, I want to fuck that pretty cunt until neither of us can see straight. Later, you can do whatever you'd like to me - assuming that meets with your approval."
"Oh yes." Once again, I'd have agreed to anything.
"Are you attached to that thong?" He slid his finger under the string and rubbed his knuckle along my slit.
"Rip it." I'd never said those words before in my life. The thong hadn't been cheap, and while I liked expensive clothing, I usually treated them carefully and made them last. The "vintage" flapper dress I'd worn last Halloween had been one I'd purchased brand new at Macy's in 1924.
He used both hands to tear the string, so there was no pressure on my skin. With a second rip, he tore the waist open and tossed the shredded silk over his shoulder. A few more swift movements and his tie was also gone, tucked into the pocket of his jacket, which he shrugged off and pitched across the plane to the other couch.
"I want to feel your skin on mine." His eyes remained fixed on mine as I watched him remove his cufflinks and the shirt studs at his throat. His face disappeared for a moment as he pulled the shirt over his head and sent it sailing in the same general direction as his coat. "Much better."
He scooted closer to me until one of my legs was off the couch, braced on the floor and the other was draped over his shoulder against the back of the sofa. My skirt was rucked up, leaving me bare below the waist.
And I was still playing with my nipples, growing wetter and hotter by the minute.
Slowly, Dermot shifted to kneel on the floor, angling me, so he could drape both my legs over his shoulders. He slipped his hands under my ass and lowered his head, sliding his fingers around my cheeks until they met in the crease, adding a different sensation to the experience. I'd never done much of anything in the way of anal play, and the pressure of his index fingers against my sphincter was oddly exciting.
When his warm breath brushed against my pussy, my entire focus narrowed to that puffy, needy flesh. Even more so when he licked the seam between my labia.
"Yes." I pinched down on my nipples, nearly coming from just that touch.
"You taste divine." He probed deeper with his tongue this time, running it from the base of my slit up to circle my clit. I was so primed that when he touched it, a mini-orgasm shuddered through me. "Goddess, love, you're like fireworks, going off at just a touch. What will you do when I come inside you, I wonder?"