Chapter 8 #2
His moans went into her skin like beams of light, creating a warm glow inside of her. Warmth that turned to heat. That made her feel like she was burning, melting from the inside out. “Oh, God, Jesse,” she moaned as his lips found her neck.
“Baby.” His hand ran slowly over her back, pressing in firmly as if he could find some switch under the skin.
“Ooooh.” She arched into his touch, which meant her breasts pushed up, small soft peaks in his face. Her moan turned into a gasp as he put his mouth over her aching nipple, sucking the fabric on her shirt and bra as well as her skin. He mouthed one, then the other.
Sophie felt a jolt from her nipples to her pussy, her soaking, tight pussy. She twisted in pleasure, grating the seam of her jeans to her throbbing clit. She wanted to rub herself, but hesitated, uncertain.
Jesse solved the problem. “Please, can I touch you? Wherever you like to be touched?”
“Only if I touch you, too,” she half-sobbed in relief.
“You don’t have to.”
“I want to. I want to feel you and love you, and kiss you,” she panted, not caring if she sounded demanding or silly. “That’s what I want.”
“I love you. I’m more in love with you every second,” Jesse easily shrugged his gray tee shirt off over his head.
Sophie had to swallow repeatedly, mainly to hold in her salivation.
Jesse’s face was beautiful, sculpted in living alabaster.
His body had apparently been carved out of marble, too.
His white torso had rippling abs and long lines of sinewy muscle with faint blue veins dancing across them.
They lead to a soft crest of dark hair that began a little above his navel and led to a hard bulge.
“It’s too hot in here,” Sophie whimpered, tugging at her sweater clumsily. Jesse rescued her from it with a soft laugh.
“Says my fiery goddess. Cold fire. Dark fire. Fuck, Sophie, you’re something out of dreams, don’t you know that?
No wonder people stare. How could they not?
” Jesse’s jaw flexed as she shyly dropped her bra and swung her hair back before she reclined.
Her breasts were snowy goblets with a wine-red cherry on top, her body one smooth, satiny sheet until the denim broke up the landscape.
He bent and captured one breast gently, little kisses that turned into engulfing sucks until she was whimpering in pleasure and digging her hands into his neck and shoulders.
He slipped his fingers under the button on her jeans and undid it, sliding the zipper down by default as his knuckles worked inside the fabric, searching for her sweet center.
Sophie tensed for a moment as she felt his fingers caressing her. She thought he’d push in, opening her and she wasn’t sure if she was ready for that.
Instead, he scooted back up beside her and hugged her close, his shadow-breathing uneven. “Okay?”
“I’m good. You?”
“Very okay. I was just checking—oh.”
Sophie slowly, carefully slid his zipper down and bit her lip at what sprang out. “Okay?”
“Still good,” he growled, a low, sensuous sound as her hand tentatively caressed his pink-white cock.
“I thought this would be... colder.”
“Blood pumps. Blood travels. Hard equals blood. Blood equals warm.”
“A very sexy math lesson,” Sophie grinned, fingers wrapping more firmly.
“Algebra now. I need to find X. X equals wet, ready, Sophie. I have to go study.” And with a wink, he slid like a seal down her body, jeans rolling with him, first hers, then his.
Sophie felt a spasm of shyness as she lay on his bed, her panties hooked over one hip and halfway down. Am I too thin? Too hairy? Is it normal to be this wet? Oh, gosh. Vampires. Blood! Virgins can bleed!
“You are gorgeous. Look gorgeous. Taste gorgeous.” Jesse bent down, his lips latching onto the skin of her slightly concave torso. “Smell gorgeous.”
Sophie gasped as his eyes flickered red, but soon she didn’t see them anymore.
Her eyes were closed because Jesse was hungry. Hungry for her, thirsty for her, and her juice was quenching him.
His tongue was a soft tap and stroke, against her thighs, her outer lips, hands caressing her back and belly in a slow massage until he found her clenched hands. “Don’t be nervous. I would never do things that hurt you.”
“I’m not nervous because of you,” Sophie replied in a harsh pant.
He didn’t press her and that was good. She was nervous because he was down in place no one had ever gone, lips busy with the most intimate embrace. She was nervous because it was new.
But she was relaxed because it was new with him.
Her hands tightened on his as he resumed his attentions, licking and nuzzling deeper until his mouth was sucking on her clit, then her protruding labia that spread out like an orchid’s petals under his touch.
He made a trinity, clit, left, right, clit, left, right, first with licks, then with sucks, and back again, until he stole back his hands and gripped her thighs, sliding his tongue into her with a ragged cry.
“Ohh. Ohh, shit, oh, shit, Jesse!” She didn’t know this feeling, this burning, wriggling feeling that made her feel like embers were on her skin in a good way.
She screamed out softly with each breath, hands in his hair as he fucked her with his tongue, and then with his finger.
It was overwhelming. Too much. She pushed him off but kept a hold of his shoulder as she shook.
It wasn’t an orgasm, but it was painfully close— and also just a little bit painful.
“I’m sorry. Was I too hard?” Jesse freed himself to wrap her in his arms, concern on his face. “I thought I could make you cum if I did it right.”
“You pretty much did,” she puffed. She was certain he would have accomplished it if she hadn’t needed a break.
It was his turn, anyway. “I want to try,” Sophie pushed him onto his back without further explanation.
She straddled his calves as he watched with awestruck eyes, tucking her hair behind her ears with an intense stare.
Her eyes seemed to snare him, freezing him in place as she settled her lips against the shaft with a light kiss.
A flick of the tip of her tongue, finding him tasting of salt and sweetness, tasting like he smelled, a masculine, clean scent. Oddly delectable. “Mmm.”
“Oh, yeah,” he moaned back, sounding a little dazed.
“Am I doing this right?”
“Am I supposed to feel like I died and went to heaven?”
“You’d be the expert on that,” she laughed and stared down the treat in front of her, hand sliding over him. Her mouth followed, engulfing him.
His guttural groan was raw and primal, her eager pulls making his sculpted body arch off the bed ever so slightly.
Aside from this act of intimacy that she’d never dreamed would be for someone like her, she loved lavishing attention on him.
She loved making him lose control, gasp her name. She loved him.
“I love you.” Sophie sat up, wet lips swollen and dark eyes ablaze with passion.
“I love you. I thought I lost you. I couldn’t believe when I saw—”
“—Someone like me,” she traced the blue-black shadow of stubble on his jaw. “You wouldn’t have talked to me if you hadn’t thought I was a v-vampire.” The sentence felt funny in her mouth, but the truth was there nonetheless.
“And you wouldn’t have talked to me unless you thought I’d get it.
What it’s like to be different, to look different.
I’ve had so long to get used to the stares and whispers.
” His fingertips ran over her cheek, down the swan-like curve of her neck to breast, his eyes admiring.
“Soon, you’ll hear other whispers, Sophie.
‘That man is so in love with her.’ That’s what everyone will say when they see us together. ”
It was a beautiful sentiment, but it was on the tip of her tongue to tell him not to exaggerate, that he didn’t need to buy her love with pretty words.
Sophie was glad he sealed her doubting lips with a kiss instead.
As he slowly moved on top of her, hips sliding between her thighs, she realized it was true.
He’d been waiting decades for a chance to fall in love.
She’d been waiting her whole life to feel that she could be loved.
Torn out of dark fairytales, big cities, and small towns, they’d both waited a lifetime- and weren’t all lives cut to different lengths?
“You found me,” she gasped as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into her aching center.
“I was looking for you for so long, and I didn’t even know it.”
SHE SHIFTED AND THE world changed, at least in her head. She went from silence and cold to heat and life. The girl who was going to die a virgin was making love to someone who had thought the same thing. Sophie didn’t expect it to last long.
She didn’t know about vampire stamina.
“Is this a thing?” she asked, eyes closed, feeling him pound and thrust without stopping, each move pushing her into a hot spiral of pleasure. “A vampire thing?”
“What?” he asked, lifting his lips briefly from her neck.
“Stamina. This seems... like a lot.”
“Too much? Oh, Sophie. Did it hurt?” Jesse looked worried suddenly. “I didn’t think it hurt, I’m sorry, Beautiful.”
It hadn’t hurt. It had been like a really deep stretch, the kind that burned, and then left you feeling satisfied. Speaking of satisfaction... “It didn’t hurt. It feels good. I’m just not... there. Yet.”
Jesse looked concerned, nodding over her. “I didn’t want to rush.”
Her head languidly rotated to the side, finding the digital numbers on his bedside clock. “Believe me, you’re not rushing.”
“So... I can keep going?” he asked, a playful smirk appearing on his face.
She giggled and nodded. As she wrapped her leg over the back of his, moaning and nibbling on his ear, she realized her life had changed in more than just physical and emotional ways.
Even her thoughts were changing. She’d once envisioned herself having sex.
It would be with someone desperate and horny, or maybe someone drunk.
It would be once, and she’d consent to it simply to have the experience as if somehow sex could make you complete.
“Do we do this again?” She rubbed her hands lingeringly over his smooth, hard back.
“I might need a break in-between. I’m not sure how much of a break. Never done this before.”
“Me, either.”
He rested his head to hers so that his blue eyes locked onto her onyx ones. “I like finding out new things with you. It’s nice to... to really feel alive again.”
She kissed him. “Or for the first time.”
The little conversation spurred them both on, that idea of living and discovering creating an urgency between them.
Her voice came out in loud rasps that gave easy to sharp groans as her hand traveled south, rubbing them both where their bodies connected, suddenly creating an explosion of satisfaction inside and out.
Her hands wove into his hair and she held him fiercely, biting his lip as her body was wracked with orgasms, a little one that burst into something bigger. His fangs burst, too, nicking her lip as his spine hollowed out and his hips landed home, warm seed spilling in her.
He kissed her lip, the taste of human blood unexpectedly potent, stiffening him instantly, even before he’d parted from her. “Are you okay? Oh! I bit you. Not on purpose.”
Sophie smiled, finding herself as comfortable with his ruby eyes as she was with his blue ones. “I know. I think I bit you first.”
“The fangs...” Jesse looked self-conscious and pulled them back in with an effort, his face fully human once more. “They kinda killed the afterglow, didn’t they? They’ve only ever come out when I was fighting.”
“Like arguing?”
“No, like real fighting. The ‘bad visitors’ in Pine Ridge.” Jesse rolled off of her gently, keeping her with him, tucked to his side. “Damn. I’m doing it again. Can you kiss me so I shut up?”
Sophie snuggled up to his chest. “Nope. I like hearing you talk. I like you talking to me.” She looked up at him, her tongue trailing slowly over her split lip. “You thought I was from Pine Ridge, huh?”
“No, but I thought you might have heard of it.”
“Because I’m not quite human?”
Jesse shook his head firmly. “No, because you’re human with extra. I don’t know what it is and I don’t care. I don’t think it matters. I love you, Sophie.”
A smile spread across her face. “I love you, too.”