Now this is how you spend Halloween!
You smile at him across your glass of wine. The night has been as near perfect as first dates ever get. The meal was good, the show a bit boring – so you left after half an hour and went dancing – and he was a hell of a dancer. So now you study him over the rim of your wine glass, wondering how to begin the seduction.
Thick dark hair, dark eyes, the kind of lean, rangy build that you just know can work miracles on a mattress. He’s dressed in plain jeans and black boots with a white button- down shirt. You feel a bit overdressed in your little black dress – real silk, it falls to about three inches above your knee, held up with spaghetti straps and no small amount of willpower – looking more like a slip than a skirt. Whenever you so choose, you can lean forward and give him a glimpse of cleavage, as much or little as you choose, and you choose to do so frequently.
“Good thing I don’t have to work tomorrow.”
You smile. Oh yes, it is. If all goes as planned, you may not go back home before Monday….
“Would you like some more wine?”
Ah, one of those.
“No, thank you.”
You get out of your chair, walk over to the loveseat where he’s sitting and sit down beside him. His arms go around you and he pulls you against him. This is more like it. You lean forward and your lips touch, just lightly brushing, then coming back for more. It’s slow and relaxed, no hurry at all – which doesn’t mean it’s without passion.
You lean into the next kiss, giving him more of your mouth, taking more of his, your tongues dueling, slowly, lazily, his hand running through your hair, lightly caressing your neck. Sometime during that kiss, you manage to kick off your high heels.
There’s a hunger growing in you, a tightness at the pit of your stomach. You want him, and it’s equally obvious that he wants you. But you have the whole weekend, and just kissing feels so good… He kisses your neck, light, darting kisses that make you feel warm all over. His tongue follows the path of his mouth and your breath hisses in sharply.
Perhaps he doesn’t notice, so intent is he on kissing you, licking your neck. You squeeze your thighs together to alleviate some of the delightful tickle beginning between your legs. His tongue moves from your neck to your earlobe – God, he’s a great kisser!
It reminds you of those “study dates” in high school, your mom in the next room, necking until your knees were weak, your boyfriend occasionally copping a feel. Back to your lips again, hungrily now, but still just kissing. Those study dates ended up with you so horny you could have died, and you barely slept at all those nights, teasing yourself to orgasm over and over, hours after he was gone.
His kisses are having the same effect, but this time there’s no one watching to keep things from going too far. Which is good, because you want things to go too far. Way too far, and then farther still.
You scooch up onto his lap, your skirt giving way, showing your legs to mid-thigh. You pull him tight, your breasts hard against his chest, and from this position, he can see way more than just a hint of cleavage. You’re getting wet, and you can tell he’s aroused as well. But he’s being a perfect gentleman, just kissing you – and it’s setting you on fire. He lowers his lips to your bare shoulder, tracing heat and wetness in their wake.
His nostrils flare, and you imagine he can smell the scent of your arousal. His lips meet yours again, no longer teasing but taking your mouth and your tongue with a savage urgency. Your nipples are tight points of flame against his chest and you can feel the strength of his arousal under your thigh. Enough fucking subtlety, you think and you whisper huskily into his ear, “I’m ready.”
He takes your mouth again with a fierce kiss, frightening in its intensity. “I’m not.” His mouth moves urgently against your neck.
NOT READY? your mind screams, outraged. That thing’s hard enough to crack walnuts with, and he’s not ready? Your breathing is harsh and ragged as he pulls a spaghetti strap from your shoulder to expose your breast. Finally! He cups the fullness of your breast in his hand, running a callused thumb over your stiffened nipple.
His oral assault on your mouth continues without missing a beat, and you’re so fucking horny you could burst. You unbutton his shirt, sliding a hot hand against his chest, moaning against his mouth. He pinches your nipple and a thunderbolt of pure animal lust roars from your nipple to explode in your pussy, making you hiss and growl like a cat in heat. You drop the other shoulder strap and the entire top of your dress falls away.
He shifts his mouth to your newly-exposed breast, kissing, licking, nibbling, biting. Your nails dig into his back, your teeth into his shoulder. You spread your legs, inviting him to touch that part of you that throbs with every pulse. He shrugs his shoulder and his shirt falls away and you immediately attack him with hands and mouth and tongue.
Now he gasps for breath and you set out to drive him crazy the way he’s done to you. You unzip his pants and your hand dives into his underwear, grasping his hardness, stroking it, bringing it out and stroking it some more. You fall to your knees, tugging at his boots and stripping his pants and underwear away, grasping his cock again, squeezing it tight, stroking it up and down. He peels your dress and panties away with one practiced move and shoves you back onto the loveseat.
He falls to his knees before you, kissing his way up one thigh while running a burning hand up the other. His fingers part your folds and he slides one, then two fingers inside you. Oh, GOD, yes! Then his burning lips meet the core of you, that talented tongue licking, stabbing inside you, circling your swollen clit before slashing across it. God, he’s eating you alive!
Little mini-climaxes are rippling through you with every lick of his tongue. He fastens his lips over your clit and sucks and your whole body screams out with the delicious shock of it. His fingers never stop rocking within you; it’s just a matter of seconds now, and then it’s NOW and your body rides the wave of one shuddering shaking screaming orgasm after another – oh God! – and ANOTHER crashes through you, shaking you to your core.
A few minutes later, you have your breathing back under control. You lounge back lazily against the loveseat, your arms across the back, your legs spread wide, every inch of you available for his inspection. He devours you hungrily with his eyes and you give him a lazy smile. “C’mere.”
He climbs onto the loveseat, sits down beside you. Your fingers glide lazily up and down the length of his cock, stroking gently. Then you fall to your knees and your mouth engulfs the full length of his hardness, taking him to the back of your throat, mouth like hot honey, consuming, promising… he bucks, and you feel a certain vindictive pleasure that you’re making him as crazy as he made you. You lick up and down the length of him, tongue swirling around the head, sucking lightly before you engulf him again. You suck him slowly, moving your mouth up and down, licking, sucking, swallowing… until he pushes your mouth away. You grin triumphantly as he leads you to the bedroom.
It’s uncanny. This guy is a bachelor? His apartment is way too neat, even the bed made. You plump up the pillows, giving him a long look at your tight round ass, then you lean back and spread your legs. “Come and get me.”
He’s gone back to teasing you with his mouth and hands, but your own mouth has seen to it that that won’t last long, and it’s only a few minutes before he kneels and slowly eases his cock into you. You almost purr at the feeling of all that hardness moving slowly deeper into you. He’s so thick, too, it’s like he’s filling up every inch with a pleasure that’s almost pain. He pauses, fully inside you now, then slowly begins to thrust in and out, letting you get used to his girth, then picking up the tempo.
God, it feels so good! You caress your breasts, pinching your nipples as he slides in and out of your heat, faster and faster, urging him on with little breathless cries. You can feel another climax welling up inside you, and perhaps he can, too; for he slows his thrusts, still pulling almost completely out of you before giving you his full length again.
At last he pulls out. “Turn over.” You get on your knees and you’ve barely adjusted your weight before he plunges back inside you, penetrating to the hilt. Slow and deep, his rhythm erratic enough that he’s constantly pushing new buttons (some you didn’t know you had!), and the climax that was approaching before is now imminent, and again you surge and scream and shatter around his cock.
Your heart is pounding like a jackhammer, and still he hasn’t come. Should you go back to using your mouth? Maybe he’d like to come in your mouth – he seems very orally inclined – or maybe you should give him something special, suck him until he comes all over your face? It’s not something you do for just any guy, but this is SO not just any guy!
He takes the decision out of your hands by moving to sit next to you on the bed, sitting upright, his back against the headboard. “Climb on,” he says huskily. God, I am gonna be SO sore tomorrow, you think, and it’s going to have been SO worth it! You move to face him and slowly, carefully impale yourself on his hardness. You’re still soaking wet, and his cock slips in easily, filling you up to the hilt again.
He draws you into his arms as you ride him, his lips and tongue nuzzling at your neck, and you incredulously feel another orgasm building inside you. You go slowly, partly in imitation of his pace and partly because you’re not sure your legs will hold up. It’s beyond belief, but with his hands on your breasts, his lips and tongue working at your neck, you think maybe you can come again, and this might be the best one yet!
He’s going to come any time now; you can feel it. You redouble your efforts and he groans and explodes deep inside you, sinking his fangs into your throat; and you were right, it IS the best one yet, and with every drink he takes you come again, and again, and again. There’s no letup, just one mind-shattering orgasm after another; and just before your heart stops, you hear:
“Sleep well, my love. Three nights hence, you rise again – eternally young, eternally lovely – to seek out new lovers of your own.”
And as your last breath rattles in your throat, your smile is wicked.
* * * * *
Well, that bites — so to speak.
No, she didn’t know he was a vampire when he asked her out. She should’ve noticed the lack of mirrors in his apartment, though….
Still, being young and lovely forever, and able to have incredible sex for all eternity — ahh, who needs mirrors, anyway?
Heh-heh-heh….
