Page 170 of Vampires of Eden
He squirms from my touch. “If I relax too much this will be oververyquickly.”
I lift and stretch up toward his face until I’m leaning on my palm and hovering over him. I’ve tied my hair back because I don’t want it getting in the way.
“I don’t mind, Rabbit—and besides, you rallied.”
He grins. “I did.”
“Exactly. If youhaveto do something, maybe… just watch?” I bend and press a slow, lush kiss to his mouth, then into the curve of his neck and along his collar bone.
When I reach his nipple, I lick it in a flat, hungry and unapologetic stroke—loving the hardness and texture of it underneath my tongue. Alexander trembles and I fight the urge to make a point about how satisfying nipple play can be.
His skin is teeming with heat as I shift and touch my lips to his stomach, then lower to his navel. My lips tingle with every kiss from the thrill of his internal energy and he smells heavenly.
This man… Alexander is paradise to my senses.
I linger at his navel, dipping my tongue inside and using my oiled fingers to tease the curve of his ass. To trace the shape of him and follow the line toward his opening. Aside from his discreet, labored breathing, he’s been totally silent since I told him to watch.
His cock is hard beneath my chin as I raise my head. When I do, his bright golden eyes stare right back at me.
“You once said,” I begin, still caressing the tip of my slick finger along the rim of his ass, “that you liked to watch me put things into my mouth.”
“Jesus Christ.” He tilts his head back against the pillow, lifting his chin to the ceiling as he fists the sheets at his sides. At least he’s figured out what to do with his hands? “Holy hell.”
“Rabbit.”
Alexander stills, then raises his head to meet my gaze once more. Silent.
“Watch.” Slowly, I shift down to make myself comfortable,then grip the hardness of him with my fingers. The moment I lick the tip of his cock, Alexander inhales sharply and his entire body hitches. Tenses and tightens up.
Simultaneously, the weight of his energy intensifies. Heavy, hot and glittery. It makes me realize how much he’s been restraining himself. Or at least trying to? Forcing his essence to be subdued. It’s flared out and obstinate now as if it has a mind of its own.
“Sweetheart, you can relax,” I say, lifting my head. “Are we alright?”
His voice comes out high pitched. “Yeah, kind of? Mostly?” He isn’t watching me anymore, but I notice that his fists are gripping the sheets so tightly, it looks like he might tear them apart.
“Whatever you're thinking,” I say calmly. “Whatever is happening in your head, let it go. You have to relax.”
He doesn’t respond. There are no words, but I feel his body unclench. I see his chest rise in a deep breath, then fall as he exhales. Calming himself.
After giving him a moment, I ask, “May I keep going?”
Alexander lifts one hand from the bed and plasters it to his face, covering his eyes. “Yes, please.”
I settle back down and gently kiss his knee and along the inside of his thigh.
Calm, focused, I grip his shaft once more. This time, I wrap my lips around his tip and slide the length of him into my mouth and against my tongue. Alexander’s back arches as he gasps loudly, but he doesn’t clench or draw away. He stays open to me as I lick and taste his texture and citrusy flavor.
With my finger, I gently push into his flesh while my mouth works. He tenses at the initial intrusion, but then his muscles unclench. Allowing my finger to pulse deeper into the taut heat of his body.
“Danny, I-I can’t—” He says my name on a heavy exhale and the desperate sound of it makes me devour him more. His hips writhe against the bed as if instinctively, he wants to pump up andinto the pleasure that my mouth is offering, but he’s fighting the urge. Just as I’m about to lift up and invite him to chase me, I feel and taste him spilling over in ecstasy.
Alexander’s body trembles and his nature flashes brightly with his exquisite release. He comes and I breathe as I take in every last drop of him because he’s even more delicious than I had imagined. Superior to any late-night debauched fantasy I’d conjured alone in this bed.
As his body shifts from rigid to languid and supple, I press another finger inside his ass. This one slips in easier because he’s officially warmed up now. Pre-heated.
When I’m certain he’s finished, I pull up from his cock and lazily lick his head clean. Like a delectable popsicle that I can’t get enough of. “Are you with me?” I ask, sitting up straighter but keeping my fingers twisted inside of him. Pulsing and stretching.
He stares up at the ceiling with his naked chest rising and falling. “I couldn’t hold on?—”
