Page 171 of Vampires of Eden
“You didn’t need to.” I shift to my knees to kiss his belly again. Slowly, I remove my fingers, then crawl up to hover over his face. “How do you feel?”
“Ah… pretty nice?”
“Good. Can I have you? Are you ready?”
He meets my eyes and nods. “Yes.”
The simple thought of finally dipping my cock into him makes me shiver. After all these weeks of desperately wanting to touch and feel him. To connect with him not only emotionally—which we’ve achieved, time and time again—but to have him viscerally. His tight, golden body wrapped around my shaft. His summer-twilight essence caressing my naked skin.
I reach and grab the extra pillow beside his head. “Lift your hips.” He does and I secure it beneath his ass so that he’s raised and angled to me. I settle my cock against the warmth of his body, feeling as if I might lose it from this moment alone. The sheer anticipation.
Gently, I shift my tip into his inner heat. Alexander’s handsshoot up to my waist as he inhales a sharp breath. His body constricts.
“Does it hurt?” I ask, breathless but focused. “Talk to me.”
“No, it doesn’t hurt,” he says, his throat bobbing as he inhales. I feel him adjust and unclench himself. “I’m alright. It’s just—you made this look easy when we had sex in my room.”
I smile and gently push forward a little more. He breathes but doesn’t resist. “I enjoyed the sensation of you inside of me. It felt good, yielding to you.”
“Really?” He stretches his spine as I slowly shift further inside, biting my lip from how hot and tight he feels. His scent hovers over us like a cloud and his firm body steadily complies. Melting for me like warm citrus honey.
“Yes, really,” I sigh, almost completely enveloped by his flesh. I shift so that my elbows rest on either side of his head against the pillow. So that the tips of our noses brush. “Do you know why I willingly submit to you, Alexander? Why I love you?”
His breath puffs from between parted lips. We’re so close that he can’t look away from my hooded gaze. He has to face me now, head on. “I don’t,” he says quietly, still holding my waist.
Gently, testing, I rock my hips so that I pulse deeper inside. Alexander huffs. He clenches my cock with his inner muscles and his fingers dimple my skin, but only for a moment before he melts again. It is fucking fantastic. “I yield to you, because you yield to me.” I tilt my head to lick and suck at his bottom lip in a frisky kiss—pulling at the fullness of his flesh before I raise my head. “Because you’re thoughtful and you listen. You grow before my eyes and it’s sexy as hell.” I dip, kissing him once more. “You always treat me with dignity and respect, and it makes mewantto make you feel good. I want to be the one who gives you love and pleasure. Only me.”
I adjust and rock my hips, pushing deeper within his body and trying another angle. When I’m in as far as I can go, a sexy grunt of surprise escapes his throat and his eyes widen.
Perfect.
Nose-to-nose, I kiss him again. Sumptuous and hungry before I grind my shaft forward, hitting the same spot. He sobs but the heady sound vibrates, trapped between our mouths. When I release him from the kiss, he sucks in a breath and opens his alighted eyes.
“Does this feel okay?” I ask. “Are you comfortable?”
He sighs and nods. Beautiful and vulnerable. “Yes.”
“Take my hair down,” I whisper.
His eyes search me, but then his hands glide from my waist and up to my head. Within seconds, the weight of my hair comes tumbling down past my cheeks.
“Put your hands in it,” I tell him. “Touch me while I fuck you. I want you to come while I’m inside you and with your hands on me.Feelme.”
Obediently, he drives his fingers into my hair, pulling it back from my face as he holds my scalp. I shift my hips, rocking at a slow but steady pace and he’s with me. Watching and panting quietly. Writhing his hips against the rhythm of my motion.
We kiss and move together in the gauzy candlelit silence. Focused on this magnetic feeling that’s been brewing between us. The laughter, banter and tears. The push and pull. Highs and lows. All of it is here, knitted together in every touch and stroke like a dense, steadfast material for the love we’re making.
This time, the passion builds slowly. We move, entwined and indulging for a long stretch before his breath finally hitches and the height of pleasure becomes apparent in his expression. I arch and close my eyes, letting the climax take me from head to toe—succumbing to his scent and persuasion. His fingers threaded in my hair, holding me tightly.
The orgasm is soft. No headboard banging or dramatic crying out. It brushes over us like an ocean wave gently breaking ashore. Like the satisfying warmth that radiates from an open fire on a cold night.
Alexander’s body trembles and I love the feel of his sticky release between our bellies. I love the sensation of spilling overinside of him and this utterly satisfying connection. My spine and groin tingle as I open my eyes. I’ve been leaning on my elbows for too long and it’s getting painful, so I gently rest down atop his body to catch my breath.
His hands untangle from my hair and stroke down my spine to my lower back. He embraces me tightly. Almost coiled, like a snake ensnaring its prey. But the sentiment doesn’t feel sinister at all. Not possessive. More… yearning. I feel the ache of it in his flared aura as he catches his breath. His biological and ancient need to have me. Profoundly and irrefutably.
I open my eyes and I’m lying in the curve of his neck. Everything within me screamsyes. Everything within me wants this. “May I feed now?” I whisper.
Alexander shifts his head slightly. “Yes, you can. If you’re sure?”
