We sit silently on the sofa, resting, for close to an hour. I rest my head on his shoulder again, like I did at the play. I get restless though, thinking about what to do next, and I rest my head in his lap, facing away from him. His arms rest on top of me, and his fingers mix with mine once again. I can't stop thinking about what it must be like to be with him. I start to think maybe it is wrong of me to think such a thing. That maybe he doesn't feel the way for me that I feel for him. I replay every moment we've ever shared in my mind. How he doesn't hesitate to hold my hand like lovers would. The way he always calls me beautiful and compliments me no matter what. He says he could never say no to me, and he never has. He always keeps his word. He always is so protective of me. I have never been hurt in any way since meeting him. I turn to face him, my head still in his lap as I recall all those nights I couldn't sleep and he let me sleep in his bed, with him. Nothing sexual has ever happened, but I start to wonder if maybe he hoped it had. I always fell asleep instantly whenever I would lie on top of him. He would wrap his arms around me and kiss my forehead or cheek and I would fall asleep. All the times I would stretch my arms across his chest, he would simply rest his hand on mine. The more I think about all of these situations, the more courage I build up to tell him how I feel. Except I am at loss for words.
I think about how to say it as I recall the times he has run his fingers through my hair, and how special it made me feel. Nothing could be more relaxing. I shift my body so that I now am somewhat in his lap. There is a small space between Raphael and the arm of the sofa where I sink into. My back rests against the arm of the sofa to Raphael's right, and I can barely make out his face in the darkness, but I see he is looking in my direction. I gently tug on the fabric of his shirt to keep my hands occupied and not awkward, while I think of what to say. Realizing we can't just sit here forever, with flashbacks of that dream and convincing myself that he must feel the same way, I shift entirely into his lap. I sit up as close to him as I can possibly be, and wrap my arms around his neck. Almost instantly he does what I think to do. He firmly presses his lips against mine while holding me tightly in his lap. His arms pull my back close to him and I cling to his neck. His lips push against mine and his tongue caresses mine. Our faces shift from side to side as our kiss becomes more passionate and a bit sloppy.
He pulls me down so that my head rests on the arm of the sofa and he lies on top of me. His hands caress the back of my neck and the side of my head, close to where my pigtail ties. I encase him in the sofa with my legs on the outside. He keeps me on the sofa with his arm, and my face is between his and the back of the sofa. As I continue to cling to his neck, my lips feel as though they must be bruised with the pressure of Raphael's lips against them. I have a hard time catching my breath but it doesn't matter to me. The taste of his tongue leaves me begging for more and I pull him so tight to me that he can't possibly pull back. I hear him harshly exhale through his nose, as do I, and his hand slowly moves down to my thigh. Without pulling away from my face, he lifts the rest of his body and I move my left leg to his other side. He now lies between my legs and rubs the outside of my right thigh. I bend my leg, trapping him between my legs. He doesn't see what's underneath my dress because his face is in front of mine. He bites my lip, playfully, not to hurt.
"More," I moan, and he bites a little harder.
He stops grabbing my leg and fondles my breast through my dress. He kisses me from my lips and moves to my neck, unclasping my choker. His tongue travels from the middle of my neck down to my chest and back up to my ear, giving me goosebumps. I push him off of me, just to force myself on top of him, straddling him. His back is against the sofa now and I can feel myself getting wet, dripping, probably onto his pants. He holds me so tightly still and as we resume kissing, I can't help but grind my body against him. The sensation I get from it makes me unintentionally do it even more until I force myself to stop. I stand up in front of him and rest on my knees before him, facing him. I undo his pants and take as much of him in my mouth as I can. At first I can only take a small bit, but the more I suck, the more I can get in. My dream was pretty accurate about his size, but in reality, I'm not so afraid. Raphael throws his head back, smiling, and grabs me by the back of my neck, pulling me closer to him until I nearly choke on him. But I won't stop.
My hands sneak into his shirt, caressing his smooth stomach as I continue to suck. He lets go of my neck and grabs me by the arms. He moans as I continue to move my mouth on him up and back down, picking up speed. Just when he starts breathing more heavily than ever before and moaning even more, he struggles to speak.
"Amy... stop," he manages to let out and I obey. "If you keep that up, it's gonna be over too soon." I take the hint and stand back up. I move to sit back in his lap, and he quickly forces me on my back so my head is on the other side of the sofa as before. He lifts my left leg up, kissing me from my ankle to my knee and up my dress. He can't see, but he'll find out sooner or later. Unlike in last night's dream, I am not fully clothed. His lips get so close to my pussy, I can already feel a warm, involuntary contraction inside me as I feel the fluids slowly flowing out of me. His hands touch where my panties would be, and seems surprised to find just skin.
"You were planning this, weren't you?" he questions before his tongue slides into me. I nearly faint of pleasure after not even a minute has passed. Raphael slides his hands underneath me, controlling my body with his hands on my butt. He pulls me so close to his face that I jerk uncontrollably as he licks up, down, in circles and back inside. His lips just graze me as his tongue makes me even wetter than before, and the louder I moan, the faster his tongue flicks against me.
He suddenly pulls back, filling me with both disappointment and excitement. Already I miss what just happened but still, I know what happens next will be even better. I just don't like the period in between the two. He takes his shirt off, then pins me on the sofa with his legs and grasps the bottom of my dress, pushing it upward. I raise my hands above my head and my dress slides over my face. I extend my arms to help completely remove his pants, and once they fall to his knees he steps on the bottoms, tugging them all the way off when he lifts his leg.
He climbs back on top of me and takes my nipple in his mouth. He licks in circles around it with his lips barely touching, and then proceeds to suck on it while grabbing the other one just below my nipple. I can feel him from my pubic bone to my belly button, and moving down. When he brushes against my clitoris, I open my legs completely, begging his entrance.
"Raphael, I want to be your slave," I confess. "Do whatever you want to me."
"As you wish. It's your birthday," he says before kissing my lips. "If I'm too rough-"
"I'll say rose," I inform him, briefly thinking back on the dream I had.
"Good girl," he says before thrusting into me. I squeeze my eyes shut as if it blocks out the painful sensation when he enters, but I know it won't. I also know that sooner or later, it will stop hurting, and for that, I will not say rose. My body tenses up temporarily but I soon get over it. Without pulling out of me, he lifts me up and carries me into my bedroom. The entire time it takes to get there is spent with my legs wrapped tightly around him and his tongue chasing mine. He throws me on my bed, quickly climbing back on top of me. He sucks on my neck while pulling my pigtails rather hard and quickly slides back into me. Again, it hurts at first but this time, it stops hurting much sooner. I start to shout and he quickly covers my mouth with his hand, thrusting harder into me. I continue to scream and feel like I can only take so much more before he removes his hand from my mouth.
"Be quiet," he shouts as he moves his hand to my neck, pressing lightly on it as if to say if I disobey, he will choke me. I have never been so turned on by him in my life as I am right now.
"Please don't hurt me," I beg, playfully. He squeezes my neck just a bit more as he starts to pull out slowly, then pushes back into me harder, faster and deeper than before.
I know you would never hurt me. I trust you completely, Raphael.
"I know just what to do with you," he says. He then pulls my hairties out.
"Ow," I don't mean it but I want to play. He lightly slaps me as if to tell me to shut up, then grabs me by the wrists and ties them together with one hairtie, then with the other, ties my hands to the bedpost. Just like in my dream.
I squirm, like I'm trying to get out, but I couldn't even if tried. Raphael smiles and thrusts back into me. I can't move at all; my arms being tied up make upper body movement very limited, and he pulls my legs over his, holding me by the thighs whenever he thrusts into me. He moves faster, hitting me in just the right spot to make me squeal every time. He does this for several minutes and I soon find myself paralyzed. Tense and unable to breathe in this state of mind, I make no sound until everything rushes out of me at once.
"Did you just cum? Amy, did I tell you you could cum? You're so wet... and tight," he says, stopping to turn me over. My hairties get twisted in the process, making movement even more difficult. Covered in a puddle of my juices now, he slides easily back into me, into another hole. It feels weird at first, not like I'd expected, but not too painful. It feels amazing when he leans over me, biting my ear and fingering me. More sensitive than ever after experiencing my first orgasm, my leg twitches and I cannot control what sounds come out of my mouth. It tickles, but it still feels amazing. I think what comes out of my mouth is a cross between a moan, scream and laugh. Raphael stops fingering me and grabs my breast, using it as a tool to pull me closer as he pumps into and out of my ass. I can't even play fight back, I'm too at loss for words and am losing too much energy just by trying to breathe when he's making my heart rate skyrocket like this. I relax my body and take in whatever he chooses to do to me for however long he chooses to do it for.
Just then, I feel him cum inside me and pull out. He rolls me over and rests on top of me, his sweat dripping onto my body. Once he catches his breath, he unties me and kisses me deeply. For seconds we lie with our foreheads pressed together, slowly regaining a steady breathing rate.
"Did I please you, dearest?" he asks in a whisper.
"Best birthday present ever," I respond, "now about the thing I asked you about earlier. You know, what you said you wouldn't say no to?"
"You mean this wasn't it?" he looks at me, confused.
"No. Amazing, but not what I was referring to," I answer.
"Well, whatever could my beloved want now?"
"You promise to say yes?" I double check before asking.
"You know I can't say no to you. Of course, whatever it is, I agree." I hesitate before asking, unsure if he will actually follow through like he says. I scold myself silently for thinking he would ever break a promise, and get on with it.
"Bite me," I demand.
"Bite you?" he repeats.
"Yes, bite me. I don't ever want this to end. I want us to be together forever. If that means becoming a vampire, like you, then I am ready. So please, bite me."
"Are you sure you want this?" he questions after a few seconds of silence.
"More sure than I have ever been about anything." I look him in the eye one last time before I change forever. He slowly heads to my neck, where I anticipate his bite. I tense up as much as I can, as if it numbs me.
"Don't move a muscle, Amy," he warns as he grabs my right hand, fingers interlocking, and sinks his fangs into me. It hurts like hell and I want to scream, but I fight it with all my strength left. My vision goes blurry, although I couldn't see much to begin with in the dark, and as I lose more blood, my body becomes weak and I can make no movements. Raphael must know how weak I've become, probably because I can't hold onto his hand as tightly as before. Vision now completely gone, I feel Raphael lean and draw out the rest of my blood.
I wake up beneath Raphael, lips dripping with blood. My blood? Did that really happen? I raise my hand to my neck and put pressure on it. It feels bruised. It must have happened. I have no idea how much time has passed when I wake up this way, but Raphael is still awake.
"Raphael..." I mumble, unsure of what to say, but I want to hear his voice and know that what happened was real.
"It's over," he informs me. "How are you feeling?"
"Tired," I answer. Raphael lifts my body up and sets me back down so that my head is now on a pillow. He takes my blankets and puts them over my naked, bloodless body. He rubs my head as though I'm still a child, but I really do enjoy his touch.
"Where are you going?" I ask as he pulls away.
"Nowhere," he answers. He then lifts the covers up and lies down beside me, pulling the covers back over the both of us. He lifts his arm up and around me as I rest my head near his shoulder. My arm stretches across his chest, and he holds my hand as we drift into sleep.