"Hayley" His voice was a whisper and a slight warning. Hayley could hear the roughness of longing in it. Carefully he reached around her to place his hands on the wall, caging her in with his arms. Hayley felt his warm breath in her hair, the brush of his body against her own. Every part of her was supersensitized; everywhere he touched she felt the pleasure-pain of what felt like tiny needles being dragged across her skin.
"Please don't tell me that you have me this close and you're touching me and don't plan on kissing me. Because if you don't, I don't think I can take it"
Elijah closed his eyes. "I don't" he said she could hear the desperation in his voice, they were close enough that she could feel the expansion of his chest as he breathed in. "But we can't."
"Then let me go" Hayley whispered. Elijah's eyes snapped open; she could now see the desperation that was clear in his voice. Hayley knew she was close to getting what she wanted; she leaned up to brush her lips to his, it was meant to be a light brush of lips but he leaned down towards her. With that movement the angle changed and she kissed him harder than she had meant to. Her lips moved to the centre of his, he breathed out in surprise against her mouth but did not pull away. Then they were kissing, slow and intense.
She moved her hands to his head, her fingers digging in to the back of his neck where his hair stopped. His hands still on the wall he moved his body against hers, pressing her into the wall. She could feel the contours of his body on hers; she moves her hands down his body to his back. The need to feel his warm skin overwhelming her she pulls the crisp shirt out of his trousers and slides her hands up his back.
Elijah breaks the kiss, Hayley is about to protest when he moves his lips along her jaw and down her neck, he reaches her pulse point and swipes his tongue across it and give her neck a gentle nip. She moves her head to the side to give him better access pulling him closer, she can feel his hardness at her core and it send waves of pleasure through her body. He brings his lips back to hers and they duel for dominance pent up sexual frustration begins to override the tenderness that was there at the start. He slowly grinds against her increasing the need and want to have him inside of her.
Hayley lay there trying to regulate her breathing; it was the same dream that had awoken her yet again. Her whole body was aching from the loss of a touch that had not actually happened, but yet felt so real. Hayley breaths in deep through her nose, she swears she can still smell him. The dreams had become a regular occurrence, ever since she had turned and he had offered himself as her first feed. That had been four months ago and she had hoped that things would have progressed, but no still only two kisses and dreams that never reach completion. It was as if he was even thwarting her in her own dreams. She gets out of her bed and heads for the shower hoping it will calm her.