Chapter 6 Abel #2
Any thoughts of my mate not liking to kiss were gone, along with any ability to think.
I encountered a sharp fang too late and felt the prick on my tongue.
Marcello’s tongue pressed against mine, and he moaned loudly into the kiss.
I knew it wasn’t more than a few drops of blood before my tongue healed, but if that was his reaction to just that, I couldn’t imagine what it would be like when he finally fed from me.
Marcello broke the kiss this time, and when he pulled his head back, I saw those glowing red eyes once again. “I need more, mio angelo.”
I nodded in agreement, not really knowing what I was agreeing to, but also not really caring. My mate needed me in ways I might not ever fully understand. I certainly wasn’t going to deny him though.
Marcello’s hands left my face and moved down our bodies once again.
He leaned in and kissed me at the same time one hand slid between us and wrapped around our cocks and the other moved behind me and into my crease.
I groaned as a pulse of need went through my body when Marcello’s hand stroked up our cocks and the fingers of another circled around my hole.
“So slick for me,” Marcello whispered. “I could slide my fingers right in,” he said just before I felt it happen.
His lips were on mine again, and as his hand stroked up and down our cocks, his fingers moved in and out of my opening.
I moaned, never before feeling such sexual desire.
I needed more though, and I was going to beg for more when Marcello moved away from my mouth and kissed my jaw.
I tilted my head to the side, giving him access to my neck without a thought. With the fingers moving in and out of my hole stretching me the same time his hand was slowly working our cocks, I didn’t even realize he’d moved away from my jaw and to my neck until I felt a sharp, piercing pain.
I gasped at the intensity of it, but that quickly turned to a moan when Marcello sucked. His body tensed seconds before he sucked a second time, and then I screamed into the echoing shower as the most intense orgasm I had ever had crashed through me.
I felt Marcello licking my neck just before I collapsed against him, completely exhausted.
“Oh no, mio angelo. We are not yet finished. We have just started.” I was lifted, and then his dick was at my entrance.
I tried to hang on to his shoulders as he slowly lowered me down onto him, but my body was a complete noodle.
“Marcello,” I said quietly.
“Shh…I know, mio angelo. I know it is already intense. But I promise that you are going to enjoy this even more.”
He wasn’t wrong. The first time Marcello lifted me and let me drop back down onto his cock, I let my head fall back as I moaned loudly.
Oh, that felt so much better than anything I’d ever experienced.
Marcello lifted and lowered me half a dozen times before I got enough feeling back in my body to grab onto his shoulders tightly and start rocking my hips.
Marcello moaned, and his head dropped back again as I rode his dick in the shower.
I had just had the most intense orgasm of my life minutes ago, but already, I felt a growing need deep inside again.
My canines dropped as the tinging in my balls intensified, and I leaned forward and licked Marcello’s shoulder.
That had him sitting up, and his hands moved from where they had been helping my hips move to the back of my head.
One threaded into my hair and held on tightly, but I felt nothing but need.
Marcello moved my mouth toward the side of his neck where it met his shoulder and held my head there.
“Bite there, mio angelo. And then I’m going to fill you with my cum and have another feeding from you and make you scream my name once again.”
I did as instructed, and when I bit down on Marcello’s shoulder, the tanginess of his blood flooded my mouth.
I moaned as I felt his hand tighten in my hair more, and then he gently tugged, so I pulled my canines out of his neck.
Marcello yanked my head back enough so he could move in, and when he bit again, I did indeed scream out his name as my cock pulsed.
Somehow, even more cum came out of it as he drank once again.
Marcello’s hand on my hip gripped tightly, and he grunted as I felt a sudden flood of heat enter me.
I came again, not sure how many times that was, but I felt my body completely relax as Marcello was suddenly there in my mind.
His teeth pulled from my neck, and he licked over the bite before his tongue was replaced with his lips.
“You are absolutely the sweetest, and I’ll never get enough of you,” Marcello whispered as he peppered kisses all along my shoulder and then up my neck.
My head flopped to the side, and my body went limp.
I was completely worn-out. “I hope you realize I’m not yet done with you. ”
I whimpered, and Marcello chuckled. I managed to lift my head up and look at him, finding his eyes a deep red now. That was new, and if I felt I could talk, I would ask him about the different shades.
“Can you turn around for me? Or should I just lift you up and have you against the wall?”
“Umm…yes to both?” I wanted it all. I somehow managed to stand long enough to be turned around, and when Marcello pulled me back down onto his lap, his still-hard cock slid back in as if it had been there every day for who knew how long.
I moaned when the thicker head bumped over that spot inside that I drove myself wild with a toy. Marcello grabbed my neck with one hand, and the other wrapped around my cock, bringing it back to life with ease. How was that possible? I’d already come several times, and I wasn’t in heat yet.
Marcello’s mouth covered mine again, and as his tongue swirled around mine and then traced the roof of my mouth, his masterful hand worked my cock.
Instinctively, my hips started to roll as much as I could, and Marcello moaned into the kiss.
He pulled away, his head thumping on the tiled wall.
“Fuck!” he shouted. His cock pulsed inside me, and I knew he was coming again already.
I kept rolling my hips as Marcello filled me with more of his cum.
His hand moved to the tip of my own cock, and when he gently massaged the head only, I was done for.
I came again, this time all over his hand.
My hips stilled after a few more rolls, and then I collapsed back onto my mate, panting. I was incredibly sleepy and absolutely satisfied in ways I’d never been before.
“I’ll go another round, but you have to take me to bed and just fuck me there. I have no energy left,” I said.
Marcello’s chest started moving as he chuckled. “I’ll do just that. But first, I’m going to clean us and get us out of the shower.”
I nodded—at least I think I did. I felt myself being lifted and then placed on the bench.
Marcello left but quickly returned, and I opened my eyes when I felt water raining gently over me.
My mate was holding a showerhead that had a long tube attached to it.
It felt amazing, and I really needed to get up and be active in cleaning up, but my energy was just gone.
“Your energy will return once you eat something. I fed from you twice in a very short amount of time. That was greedy of me since you haven’t yet eaten your breakfast.”
I opened my eyes and looked up at Marcello. His eyes were once again brown, but as I stared at him, they started to get a red ring around them.
“I’m hungry. But I don’t know if I can walk to the bedroom. Give me five minutes to get the feeling back in my legs.”
Marcello chuckled. “I can do that.” He took the showerhead away and returned moments later with a soapy cloth.
He quickly rubbed all over me, washing everywhere he could reach with me lying on my back.
When he needed to reach the backside, he simply lifted me up, and then I was suddenly sitting with my head leaning on Marcello’s torso.
His beautiful cock that was still half-hard, and I reached out and touched the balls that were hanging below, wondering how they still felt as full as they were.
Marcello’s hands replaced the cloth, and when his cock bobbed in front of me, I moved my hands from his balls to the hardening appendage, which was quickly becoming a favorite thing of mine.
I stroked twice and then pulled it upward and opened my mouth.
He had obviously rinsed it off because I didn’t taste any slick or cum, but there was a hint of soap left.
Marcello moaned, and his hands left my back and shoulders before threading into my hair.
He pulled my head upward enough to where I was facing him now, but I was a bit too tall to continue sucking him.
“Will you get on your knees for me?” Marcello asked quietly.
I slid from the seat and to the shower floor. Marcello closed his eyes for a moment before he opened them and reached for my face. “Good boy. Such a perfect little mate.”
I smiled. Never before did I think that being called a good boy or a perfect mate would make me feel amazing, but it did something to me that I didn’t quite understand.
When his cock came into view again, without a thought, I opened my mouth, and he slid his length in.
I moaned when his eyes met mine and his cock hit the back of my throat.