Page 73 of Vampires of Eden: Oliver
Unscrewing the cap, he grins. “My sweet coconut prince.”
I laugh, shaking my head in disapproval. “I’m not a prince.”
“You’re my prince. Coconut and peonies.”
“Is that a good combination?”
“It is for me,” he says. “You’re perfect. Edible.” He lays his palm flat against my stomach, which only intensifies the heat stirring there. Promptly, my eyes alight and my aura burns and pulses in my core. I stamp it down.
With one palm heavy on my belly, he wraps the fingers of his free hand around my shaft. I inhale sharply and arch because it’s like being plunged into a warm, slick and tight ecstasy. The moan that passes between my lips is so loud that Aries shushes me as he smiles.
“My sweet insatiable prince. I’ve barely touched you.” He grips me again, harder, while simultaneously rubbing my stomach with his palm. The fire of my aura crawls up my spine but I fold in my lips to keep myself quiet, humming in response to the pleasure radiating through me. Like my body is in a frenzied and electrified state.
Strangely, my incisors pulse. A low throb backdropped against everything else that’s happening. That’s new. I’m due to feed on Friday. This fact rushes to the forefront of my mind like the flash of a camera.
“I want you to touch yourself,” Aries says, recapturing my focus. “Can you do that for me?”
I nod. He removes his hand from my cock and I take over. The sensation is not as euphoric as Aries’s larger, firmer grip, but not bad. I know how to please myself, at least.
As I hold and pump, my shaft is already slick with coconut oil. Aries lifts up, resting on his elbow and hovering over me while his free hand strokes lower between my thighs. His fingertips trace the sensitive curves and flesh beneath my shaft, then dip and tease between the heat of my cheeks. The sensation is so gratifying that I gasp. Aries seizes the opportunity and covers my mouth in a kiss, slipping his tongue against mine and stimulating every part of me.
“Relax your body,” he says, sitting up from the plush kiss. “But talk to me as we go. Tell me how it feels.”
Nodding against the pillow, I want to answer him, but the wildfire spreading and curling underneath the surface of my skin prevents any logical speech from forming. I feel like I’m on a cliff and mere seconds from tumbling over.
“Lift your hips for me?” His voice comes out husky and masterful. I do as he asks. The next thing I know, I’m still on my back, but being dragged halfway into his lap and slightly inclined against his thighs. All of me is exposed to him. Wide open.
The moment his fingertip gently pushes into my ass, my hand freezes on my cock and I clench from the shock and foreignness of it.
“You’re tensing,” Aries says patiently. “Are you alright? Should we slow down?”
“I… No…” He urges my frozen hand aside, reclaims my shaft and grips me. I inhale, then blow it out. “It’s just… new.” If anyone else tried to do this to me, I honestly think I’d kick them with the heel of my foot. It’s so strange, but carnal and intimate.
Intentionally relaxing my lower half, I let my legs fall open. I close my eyes and mentally and physically allow the intrusion. No. I welcome it. The reality of Aries’s hands on my body—in my body. Touching me and exploring.
“Yes, darling… just like that.” His voice is sensual and soothing, like an invisible element flowing over and stimulating my skin. It makes me relax and submit to him even more.
His finger pushes deeper, slowly pulsing as it moves. I take another breath and the sensation gradually morphs from foreign intrusion to wanton indulgence. From blind darkness to prolific sunrise.
A hedonistic desire blossoms from an unexplored corner within me. Aries’s hand grips my cock and his finger delves deeper. I feel myself slipping into a kind of mental haze as my nature radiates hotter inside my body.
“Are we still alright? Talk to me.”
I hear his voice but I can’t respond. His finger pushes up against a wall and the pressure is… teasing but intense. He hits the spot a second time and I clench and gasp. I don’t know if I can hold it together.
“Oliver?”
I can hardly breathe—hardly focus as I form the words. “I—We… Maybe we should stop…”
“Are you in pain?”
“No.I don’t think—I can’t—Ah.” He drags his finger back a little and I arch and clench my alighted eyes shut. I think… I might literally explode.
“Let it out.”
My eyes flash open from shock and my breathing is labored. I shift my head to look into his face. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. Relax, Oliver. Let your aura rest.”
