Page 116 of Vampires of Eden: Oliver
A person worthy of giving and receiving love.
He kisses me, and I can feel that his mind… No. His essence. His very being is centered on me. Alive and present. Not thinking of the day or what tasks might await him tomorrow. Aries is celebrating and cherishing this long-awaited moment: the two of us naked and enveloped in the cool folds of his downy comforter.
When I can’t take it anymore, I set my palms against his chest and push myself upright. I shift so that I’m on my knees with him behind me and take hold of the headboard like it’s a pair of handlebars. “I want to feel you,” I tell him, arching my lower back and pushing my ass toward him.
“Whatever my young master desires.” Aries’s voice is husky as he pulls away for a moment. I hear him remove the cap on the coconut oil that he secured from his nightstand drawer earlier. Soon, he meets me, grabbing my torso and urging me upright.
He’s warm and solid with his chest pressed against my spine. His shaft is hard as it caresses and dips between my cheeks. The lazy sensation is so sensual and good that I exhale a moan. At the same time, my aura flexes and threatens to seep out. I inhale, pushing it back down—
“You don’t need to restrain yourself.” Aries wraps his large hand around my waist, then warmly settles his palm at my navel, as if cupping and encouraging the core of my aura. “I want to feel you, Oliver… everything. I trust you.”
Lacing my hand over his, I tilt my head back and rest against him. This embrace and his words alone are like a sweet, honeyed ecstasy pouring over my mind and heart. “Are you sure?” I ask, breathless.
He leans into the curve of my neck. The softness of his full lips tickles my skin when he answers. “Yes, darling. I’m sure.”
I close my eyes and allow my nature to unfurl, letting it seep, move and radiate all through me and outside of my flesh. My body melts into his embrace and the sensation is sublime. True liberation.
“Mm…” Aries drags his nose up my neck and into my hairline, breathing and caressing my belly. “You’re perfect,” he whispers. “Like a delicious dream.”
Delirious with the joy of this release and being ensconced within the jasmine heat of his embrace, I smile and bite my bottom lip as his free hand slickly crawls between us to part my cheeks.
“If this is uncomfortable for you at any moment, please tell me? I can make you feel good in multiple ways. We don’t have to finish this way if it’s too much.” Aries’s voice is a smooth, satiny whisper near my ear. He kisses the concave of my neck, gently pushing his fingers inside of me. My aura and eyes burn even brighter as I grip the headboard. I don’t want to orgasm too quickly, like I did before.
“I want… I want to finish,” I manage, breathing out and arching into his fingers to drive them deeper. I must have surprised him, because the hand on my stomach caresses higher, resting in the bow of my rib cage.
“Slowly, darling,” he coos. “My cock is… a bit more to take. It might be uncomfortable.”
“Let me try,” I say, turning my head. I catch his gaze and he leans, seductively kissing me over my shoulder. Discreetly, he slips another finger inside. The pressure of it intensifies, but it doesn’t hurt. I lift from the kiss and breathe, relaxing my lower half and shifting my hips with the pulse and rhythm of his intrusion.
I let him work and stretch me in silence, but as my aura intensifies, I notice his subtle resistance to it. As if my essence is hitting a solid object instead of permeating it. Flowing around instead of into and through him. I don’t know if it’s because he’s very focused, or maybe he’s afraid to indulge in me, but the more I give myself over to what he’s doing, the more I notice his defiance.
“I’m ready for you,” I tell him, glancing over my shoulder once more. “May I have you, please?”
“Yes, my love,” he says, pulling his fingers from me. I inhale and gap my thighs wider when he spreads my cheeks again. A moment later, the tip of his cock rests against my flesh. “You’ll tell me if it’s too much?”
“Yes,” I say, arching my lower back and breathing. “But I want you to enjoy this, too.”
This makes him pause. “Of course. You’re perfection to me, Oliver. Truly divine.” He finally urges himself inside and my breath catches from the initial fullness and shock of his tip. The heat, hardness and slip of his flesh penetrating mine. Naked, oiled and delicate skin embracing skin.
“Are we alright?” he asks, only partially inside. He rests one hand at my hip, waiting for my response.
“Mm,” I breathe, closing my eyes and urging myself back, wanting to feel more of him. Needing to take in more.
“Oliver—” Aries gasps and I feel his strong body hitch. He trembles where he had been calm and steady before.
This is exactly what I need. More of this.
Aries barely has time to recover before I repeat my movement. Using the headboard as leverage, I gently push my hips back and into his frame, taking him in deeper and breathing as I move. Without question, he is thicker than his fingers, but I can handle him. He feels excellent, and closer in a way I’ve been wanting for a very long time. My aura rests in a heavy haze around us, and I can sense Aries slowly submitting and becoming malleable to me as he wraps his other hand around to grip my cock—fusing our bodies together.
With my nature released this way, he can feel my sincere love and fidelity. My truth. That I would never abandon him. He can trust me and I trust him, completely. And he could never be a burden to me, because that word doesn’t even exist anywhere inside of my being.
I’m doing the work and steadily rocking my hips back, driving his shaft into me, slowly, over and over again. Aries breathes heavily while saying my name in my ear, telling me I’m beautiful. He leans into the curve of my neck as if he wants to feed, but he hesitates. Still afraid.
I’m not, so I take his wrist and drag the hand rested on my hip up toward my mouth. Shifting my grip, I lift his pointer finger and slip it into my mouth, sucking it while still rocking my hips.
“God—Oliver,please…” Aries is losing himself in me—in my essence and what I’m doing. What we’re doing with our bodies and natures intimately entwined.
Willing my fangs out, I bite the tip of his finger and the fragrant, oakish and jasmine flavor of his blood fills my mouth. It pours down my throat and soothes me so deeply, so inherently, that I sigh in a satisfying moan and truly indulge.
