Chapter 59

"Any...time...you want...to...find out." I gasped for breath as he continued tormenting me with his lips and tongue, sucking my juices from my quivering pussy and nibbling on my lips and clit.
He nipped down on my clit with his lips sheathing his teeth, but it was enough to make me scream his name.
"Soon, Jess. After you come apart for me now." He pulled one hand out from under my ass even as the index finger of his other breached my anus just a tiny bit. I let go of my nipples to clutch his head with one hand, the couch cushion with the other. Coordinated movement was more than I could manage at the moment - all I could do was hold on. While I was adjusting to the shock of that, he slipped two lean fingers deep inside my cunt.
In and out. On the third stroke he added a third finger, filling me almost to capacity as he spread them and curled them upward, hitting a spot I had never really believed was real. I started to come. When he sucked on my clit, flashes of light exploded behind eyelids I hadn't even noticed I'd closed.
I'd heard the word explosion used to describe an orgasm before, but I'd always assumed it was hyperbole. Not with Dermott. My mind seemed to actually shatter as every nerve in my body fired off at once. I think I screamed, but I'm not sure. There was a moment of blackness before I came to with my pussy still clenching rhythmically around the fingers he continued to pump inside me. He moved his mouth, and a moment later I came again as his fangs sank into my groin muscle.
He didn't take much - just bit down. Soothing the mild sting with his tongue, he sucked. Vampire fangs aren't straws - you have to pull them out to get the blood. He slowed the motions of his fingers as my contractions eased. When I finally came down, he licked the wound on my thigh shut and pulled his fingers from my cunt.
"Look at me, Jessamy." When I did, he lifted his fingers to his mouth and carefully licked every drop of my cream from his hand.
I felt bolder than I'd ever been in a sexual context. I gazed at him through heavy-lidded eyes and said, "Fuck me now, Dermott. Please."
"Since you ask so nicely."
He eased my legs down from his shoulders to splay one either side of his hips, pulled a condom from the pocket of his trousers before kneeling to unzip and shove the dress slacks out of the way. I watched greedily as he covered his cock - long, not too thick, but hard and full, flushed purple with blood. I could smell blood along with my cream and the musk of his arousal, and the combination was making me mindless - almost mindless enough to wish he wasn't putting a latex barrier between us. Vampires can get pregnant though it isn't common. In all my years with Douglas, I'd never conceived, so I doubted I ever would. The rational part of me, still there in the back of my mind, was glad Dermott thought enough of me to be careful.
I expected him to come down over me, to press his weight into mine, but Dermott surprised me again. He pulled me forward, my hips angling up onto his lap while my head came down, off the pillow to lie flat on the couch. He lifted my legs over his shoulders again. Finally, he pressed the head of that luscious erection up against my slit. Leaning over me, he pushed inside, filling me to the mouth of my womb.
It almost hurt. I'd thought I was stretched by his fingers, but his cock filled me even more, the tightness adding friction on my taut inner walls as he began to move.
Once he had a rhythm going, the tension began to coil in my belly again. Soon I was pulsing my hips to meet each of his thrusts. He began to pick up speed and I matched him, shocked when he lifted me, pulling me up astride him. Gracefully, he turned to lean against the back of the couch, his feet coming down to brace on the carpeted floor. He thrust up into my cunt while I ground down onto his heated length. He kissed me hard, his tongue thrusting into my mouth, claiming me just as much as his cock was doing below. I tasted wetness and blood, along with some of his - he must have nicked his lip with a fang. That happens sometimes. The taste left me wanting - needing - more, so I pulled my mouth from his and dragged in a breath.
Dermott tipped his head to the side, inviting me, even while his cock continued to plunder. I didn't hesitate, but I did take a moment to lick his shoulder before I bit down. His skin tasted of salt - kind of like licking the glass before you take a drink of a margarita. I sank my fangs into his deltoid, pulled them out and sucked deeply.
The sharp, coppery tang of his blood triggered another orgasm, and I came almost as hard as I had before. This time, my muscles gripped his cock, milking it hard.
"Jessamy!" His fingers clamped down on me, hard enough to have left bruises on a human, but I didn't care. He slammed up into my core with one powerful thrust and held himself there while he came. I sucked one last sip of his rich, potent blood while my tremors eased and Dermott shivered with pleasure. Finally, I licked the punctures shut and lay my head on his shoulder, utterly boneless and limp. Dermott slumped back against the cushions and stroked my back and hair, his shaft still mostly hard inside me.
"It's going to be one hell of a weekend, love."
Too sated to speak, I simply hummed a response against his skin.
"Landing in ten minutes." The pilot's crisp, professional voice over the intercom broke into the cocoon of post-coital contentment.