12. Chapter 12
Catherine Van Tassel
My back bows as I arch off the bed, and his kiss… It's so good.
My hands are twisted in his hair, and broken moans escape me every instant he allows me breath as he molds his lips to mine, our naked bodies molding to one another across the bed.
His tongue chases, then captures mine in a hot, wet slide that has my nostrils flaring and need rising within me like a tidal wave. I want to be consumed by him and consume him too.
He feels so good.
And right.
“Do you pleasure yourself often? Do you use toys?” Victor asks, propping himself up on his elbow, and shock overtakes my senses for a moment.
My brain does a record scratch as I blink up at him.
“How do you even know about… never mind,” I answer, amazed that he’d even know sex toys exist, just as the sharp sting of embarrassment crests within me. I groan and cover my face with my hands. “Nope, not answering that.”
“I only want to make you feel good,” he says.
I open my eyes, peeking out at him to find his deep blue gaze sincere and solemn as he looks down at me.
“Do you trust me?” he asks.
“Yes,” I answer without hesitation. It may be soon, but after the night that we’ve had, I know I trust Victor with my life.
His full, kissable lips curve into the sweetest smile.
“Good. Now take a deep breath, Miss Van Tassel and let me make you feel pleasure,” he whispers against my collarbone as he presses a kiss there before pulling away.
I don't have to ask why when his thick forearms bunch and tighten above me, causing tiny tendrils of soft, velvety green leaves to unfurl from him and latch onto me.
I allow it to happen and turn into a boneless heap on his bed, letting his pumpkin vines position me any which way they like.
Knowing I'm beyond safe in his hold, a small trill of laughter escapes me when a leaf dances around my nipple before diving under my back to lift me up, as if the leaves want to be the bed underneath me.
Vines twist around my ankles and pull as Victor bends and takes my lips with his own. I moan aloud when his cock rides against my hip like a hot brand, heavy, thick, and incredibly big, but before I can get a sense of just how big, he moves.
I reach down and find his dark head of hair with my hands again before the greenery takes advantage and holds my hands hostage too, leaving my hands empty on the bed.
Before I can protest, Victor's mouth closes around my right nipple and applies suction.
The sensation is almost too much and I realize I'm close to coming already and we’ve barely gotten to second base.
I startle when a vine creeps between my parted thighs and trails precariously close to my clit, trailing wetness in its wake.
“Oh god,” I cry out when he swiftly moves down my body, my eyes wide on him crouched and hovering over my pussy.
His hot breath caresses me there and a cold sweat breaks across my skin, soothing the heat he's created.
His tongue swipes over my exposed slit as his vines spread my legs and push my knees wide for his viewing pleasure.
He groans at the sight of me, and I think something like ‘gods, yes’ leaves him as he slides his thick tongue back across my clit, making me jump.
The vines hold me steady as he bends his newly human head between my thighs to eat at me while his leafy appendages and hands coast and touch me everywhere all at once.
My lips are spread wide as he groans between my legs. “You taste fucking delicious.” His voice is a snarl that reminds me he is the headless horseman, and shivers cascade across my skin.
A moan tears from my lips when he licks and sucks at my center. He flicks his tongue against my clit, then skims it lower before sliding it inside me. He begins to fuck me with his mouth as his vines set their own courses, stroking, petting, and kneading my body. It's all too much.
I grip the vines that loop around my wrists when his teeth scrape my clit as he pushes his fingers into my opening.
My slick center welcomes the intrusion and a keening wail escapes my lips as I start to come.
My whole body tenses, my inner muscles clenching as Victor consumes me.
My hips buck as the orgasm blasts through me.
Sparks in vibrant colors of the rainbow flash behind my closed eyelids, my toes curl, and I pull against the leafy restraints as impossible pleasure rockets through me in a soul shattering and searing orgasm that leaves me trembling.
I moan, overly sensitive, as he releases his hold, his vines retreating back to where they came from as Victor presses promising kisses along my stomach and sides in reverence.
“I want to taste you too,” I tell him boldly, and if circumstances were different I'd be laughing at the expression on his beautiful features.
“What?” he blurts.
Victor Crane
My brain short circuits at the soft words spoken from her utterly gorgeous lips. She wants to taste me.
Pre-cum jets from my cock like a geyser at just the mention and I know I’ll barely be able to withstand it. My cock has been pulsing hot and hard for what I know has only been minutes but it feels like lifetimes, and I want her so badly, I'm shaking with it.
“I’m not so sure…” I start to tell her, but given my vines have already released, she makes quick work of my britches and takes me in hand.
“Fuck,” I cry out when her sweet mouth swirls around my aroused flesh, and I immediately feel my balls tighten in response.
Her lips wrap firmly around me before she bobs her head and somehow creates enough suction to swallow most of my erection down her beautiful throat.
A garbled groan breaks from my lips while sweat dots my forehead and every nerve ending I have quivers as stars burst in a kaleidoscope across my vision.
“Annnghhh,” I growl, fisting her black hair in my hands as she starts to suck me.
I barely last another moment more before coming in ropes as she turns her head and fucks me with her mouth at a different angle.
“Mmmm, you taste like pumpkin spice,” she mutters after loosening her grip on my dick, but continues to lick.
Need rises again instantly when she licks me clean, causing little dots in my vision when I close my eyes.
She’s perfection in human form.
I pull her off me and bend to take her mouth in a fervent kiss before turning her onto her back once more.
I kiss her until she's panting into my mouth again and her hips lift each time I press my thick cock against her sweet cunt.
I glide the blunt tip of it through her wetness and spread her fluids along myself to coat me well.
When her hands pull hard at my ass and almost send me thrusting into her, I give a laugh and hold her thick thighs wide for me.
“You feel so tight. So good,” I grunt as I push forward, slipping slowly into her slowly, all while her muscles grip me tighter.
Her body stretches around me and melts. I move slowly at first before picking up the pace and fucking her in strong strokes that have her moaning in pleasure.
My vines arc out of me and wrap around her to lift her thighs for me when she goes limp with pleasure.
Her eyes roll back in her head as I continue my assault on her senses and lose myself to her.
I pound home, shunting her body and bucking my hips with every thrust as she cries out my name over and over, her thick body spasming around me, her muscles milking my cock. I piston harder, driving deep as her pussy clenches and ripples around me.
“Annnnghh,” I roar, stiffening above her and convulsing every muscle tight as I pour myself into her.
“That was the best,” she says, her voice breathless and shaky. “I mean, that was so very amazing.”
“The greatest night of my life,” I murmur.
Feeling entirely sated, satisfied, and at peace, I pull her to my side and push my vines away from her surely oversensitized flesh, smiling to myself when she rolls into my side after I reach for the heavy wool blanket at the foot of the bed and pull it over us.
“You’re my sweet pumpkin spice.” She yawns widely and lays her head on the pillow next to mine, causing me to chuckle.
“Good night, Catherine,” I say, smiling to myself when I hear the soft, equally adorable sound of her light snoring.