Page 14 of Space Vampire
He just moves lower. And lower. Kissing his way down my body. His hands skim over my hips, and he pushes up the short hem of my dress until my pussy is unveiled before his gaze. He’s touched it often enough in his feedings to know what causes me pleasure, but I still hold my breath as he reverently frames it with his hands, fingers light as they brush over my thighs.
“This might be my favorite thing in the universe.”
“I thought it was blood.”
“I thought so, too.” He grins, exposing his fangs, and leans in and gives the tufted curls on my mound a kiss. “Butno, you taste good everywhere. There is nothing on you I wouldn’t enjoy licking for hours on end.”
A tremor flares through me and I trace my fingers along one of his ears. It’s pointed, like an elf’s, but it somehow makes him look far more dangerous than delicate. I want to touch him all over, too, but there’s not enough room. Even now, his tail is flicking against a control panel, and if I move to the side, I risk falling out of the pod entirely. I don’t plan on moving, though. I want him to do as he likes with me. Wild horses couldn’t pull me from his grasp.
Holding my hips, he buries his mouth against my skin. I suck in a sharp breath, shocked at the sensation of his tongue swiping through the cleft of my pussy. I whimper when he lavishes it with attention, stroking my folds with one thorough lick after another. I want more than that, of course. I want him to feast on my clit, and I rock against his face, raising my hips each time he tastes me. “More.”
He grins and gazes up at me even as he flicks his tongue over my clit.
“More,” I demand, knowing that I’m playing with fire. I lift my arms, holding on to the heavy bags of supplies behind me so I can brace myself against them. “Give me everything you’ve got.”
“Everything ...?” Vlad’s tongue teases over my clit, and then he’s drawing little circles on my flesh. It’s just like he does with his fingertips, except this time it’s his hot, slick tongue, and it feels incredible. I lose myself against his mouth, rocking against that hungry, seeking tongue.
Pleasure spikes and I make another needy sound, the delicious pressure building in my limbs, deep in my belly, everywhere.
“More?” he asks, lifting his head. His fangs gleam, so close to my skin.
“More,” I breathe, knowing just what I’m agreeing to.
He pierces my skin, sending me into the hardest climax ever. I come with a shattering cry, shocked at the bolt of intense pain-pleasure that comes with his fangs. They’re buried in the sensitive pink flesh surrounding my clit, and he takes the most careful of sips from me before dragging his tongue over the spot to seal the tiny wounds. He laps at my pussy, over and over again, as I quiver from the shock waves of my orgasm. By the time my muscles unclench, I’m gasping as if I’ve run a marathon, and I’ve never felt better. Dimly, I’m aware of my leg hooked over his shoulder, his hands gripping my hips. He presses another kiss to my pussy, and his eyes are bright red with want.
“That was ...” I trail off, because how can I describe it without using words like “earth shattering” and “angels just fell from heaven” and corny things like that?
“Not enough? Greedy woman.” He nuzzles the inside of my thigh once more and then eases my leg down to the floor. It feels like jelly. “Very well.”
His hand goes to my chin and he tilts my face up. Vlad kisses me tenderly, and I taste myself on him. I feel loose and incredible, but when I skim my hand to the back of his neck and pull him close, I can feel the tension vibrating through him. Only one of us has gotten to come. I want him inside me. I want to share this with him, too.
I run my hand down one hard, muscled arm. “Do you know how to do this next part?”
He arches a brow at me even as he pulls my hips against his. With one easy motion, he flicks the belt of his loincloth free, and the fabric pools at our feet. His cock’s as big as I expected, with all kinds of fascinating ridges trailing up his length. Talk about “made for her pleasure.” I bite back a moanas he hooks my knee to his hip, pressing my throbbing pussy against his shaft.
He’s scorching hot, and as he leans in toward me, he gives me a wicked look. “I bet I can figure out how it works. I put the part of me that aches into the part of you that aches.”
“Th-that ... that’s about it, yeah.” I whimper as he takes one hand and drags his length through my juices, and I’m not sure if he’s lubricating his cock or just figuring things out. I reach between us to help things along, and he thrusts into me, the movement sharp in its pleasure. I expected this, of course, but I didn’t expect it to feel so good that my brain feels as if it’s going to melt and come out of my ears.
I murmur gaspy words of encouragement, clinging to him as he pushes deeper into me. The tension in his big body is practically vibrating all through the pod. The cords of his neck stand out, and his mouth is a taut line.
“You okay?” I ask, reaching up to stroke his cheek.
His hips flex, and he buries himself a little deeper inside me. The movement’s so small it almost seems involuntary. “Feels ... incredible. Dana, you feel so good.”
“I want you to feel good, too. I want you to lose control, Vlad. Take what you need.”
I gasp as he surges deep into me, pressing me back against the supplies. I angle my hips slightly, adjusting our bodies, and then we’re moving together in a frantic rhythm. He instinctively knows how to move, despite this being his first time, and being with him feels so very right, so perfect, like we were destined to come together like this. Corny, maybe, but it’s absolutely how I feel.
The pleasure intensifies with each thrust of his cock, as if something deep inside me is being brought forward. Another orgasm, I suspect, this one deeper and threatening to be farmore powerful. I whimper, chasing the sensation and moving against him with more force, more need, more everything.
Vlad closes his eyes, his fangs bared as he pumps into me, and I suddenly know what he needs.
“Bite me,” I pant. “Bite me while you’re deep inside me.”
He needs no convincing. He hitches me up higher, until he can scrape his teeth against the top of my neck. His cock is barely in me at this point, but neither of us cares. There’s the sweetest piercing sensation, then hot bliss as the orgasm rolls through me with all the subtlety of a supernova. I clench around him, crying out and desperately holding on to him as I come. Dimly, I’m aware that he’s growling even as he fucks me, and I realize he’s coming, too.
“Yes,” I breathe, and it’s like we’re one in this moment.
