Chapter Seven
After a moment, he got to his feet awkwardly, and she noticed he was clearly still very aroused. She was grateful it wasn't so obvious for a woman, or she feared their secret would have been out that morning.
"Have you seen what you do to me, Helen," He joked, noticing she was struggling to tear her eyes away from his crotch.
"Actually, I was meaning to ask… if there was perhaps any way I could… reciprocate." She glanced up at him. "Surely it's all part of learning, to know what pleases a man as well as what pleases me?"
"I do like your reasoning," he commented, seeming to give her question a lot of thought. "Does John not allow you to… explore?"
She shook her head.
"No. He likes to be in control."
"Then, I suppose it's important."
He carefully freed himself, walking closer towards her where she still sat in the chair. She reached one delicate hand towards him, glancing up at him as though for permission.
He smiled, giving a subtle nod for her to do with him exactly as she pleased.
She gently ran her fingertips along the length of him, seeming utterly fascinated as though he really were her latest science project.
"Is there an equivalent?"
"To your clitoris?"
"Yes,"
He opened his arms out wide, glancing down at his erection then back at her.
"You're looking at it." He grinned. "Although, I imagine you would prefer some specifics. Let me introduce you to my frenulum. This area here, on the underside," he directed her gaze with one hand, as casual as ever despite the subject matter. She tilted her head to get a closer look, as he continued his lecture. "It has the highest density of nerve endings. Not quite as many as your clitoris but more than enough to stimulate a pleasurable response."
She carefully stroked where he'd indicated, noticing a slight slip in his demeanour. She turned her hand over to run the edge of one nail over the same spot and he jumped ever so slightly.
"Be careful, Helen," he reprimanded. "That's a very sensitive area,"
She suddenly looked extremely mischievous.
"Sorry. Anywhere else I should know about?"
He smirked.
"The whole penis enjoys your attention."
"Nikola," she scolded. "I'm being serious; I want to know how to please you,"
He ignored her slip, deciding it best not to correct her.
"Forgive me." He smiled warmly. "If you'd also like to pay attention to the glans," he pointed to the head, "the shaft," he pointed to where his penis joined to his body, "and a little gentle caressing of the testicles," his voice took on an accent and it caused her to giggle, "you'll find many a man extremely appreciative."
"I have no intentions of being with many-a-man," she quipped.
"I wasn't implying you had, it's just theory, Helen." Her expression softened. "Perhaps you'd like to attempt the practice now?"
She smiled, and nodded.
"May I… kiss you?"
"I wouldn't object."
She shifted to the edge of the seat, her mouth hovering agonisingly close to the tip of him. After a moments consideration she tilted her head to one side, gently skating her warm breath down his length and turning to kiss his inner thigh.
God, she's a tease.
She ran her hands down to his knees, then slowly back up as she continued to scatter kisses close to his erection, but not quite there. She snaked her hands around his backside, exploring the tight muscles of his ass beneath her delicate fingertips. She imagined for a moment holding onto that lovely ass of his whilst he thrust inside her, feeing herself flush at the thought and deciding it best to concentrate on the task at hand.
She slowly negotiated a path to his other thigh, her hair tickling his erection as she went, and proceeded to litter it with an equal number of kisses. She supposed she shouldn't tease him any longer, and with a little nervousness, decided to move onto the next stage.
She gently pressed a kiss to the tip, before working her way down the length of him, softly kissing every single spot, and unconsciously wrapping one hand around his shaft. She gave him a tentative squeeze, hearing his breath hitch, and feeling one of his hands reach up to lace in her hair.
She gently licked and kissed back to the tip of his erection, and then, as though reading his mind, sucked the end into her mouth.
He let out a growl of appreciation, morphing into his vampiric form and grasping the edge of the table with his other hand. She released him at the sudden movement, worried she might have hurt him.
"Did I do something wrong?"
"Not at all," he reassured her, gently stroking her hair away from her face. "You're doing very well, do continue,"
She smiled then, her worry dissipating as she suddenly realised the power she had over him.
"You find it pleasurable when I suck you into my mouth?"
He licked his lips at her verbalisation. Her innocent look suddenly wasn't so innocent anymore.
"Very pleasurable," he answered with his deepened voice. "Please, continue," he urged, releasing the edge of the table and lifting her hand back to his shaft.
She sucked him inside again, slowly massaging the underside of him with her tongue, and then starting to move back and forth at a steady pace. His fingertips reached to the nape of her neck, weaving into her hair and gently stroking her scalp. The gesture distracted her for a moment, but it was relaxing, and intimate, and she felt encouraged to continue.
"MMmmmm," he mumbled, somewhat more controlled than she was when he was doing such things to her. It made her wonder how many times he'd received such attentions, and along with it, she felt a twinge of jealousy that another woman should have had their mouth around him.
She glanced up, wanting to see the effects of her hard work. His eyes had drifted closed, and she noticed he'd started to thrust ever so gently now. Confident he was enjoying the attention of her mouth, she tried to incorporate all of his advice, deciding to play a little more with him.
As she sucked him into her mouth she moved her hand down his erection, and then as she slipped back up she moved her hand up at the same time. She repeated the action a few more times, before using her other hand to gently grasp his balls and massage them; and on remembering something he had done not so long ago to her, she started to hum.
It earned her a strangled little moan of approval, so she endeavoured to do it more frequently, swirling her tongue against him and gently grazing him with her teeth.
He was happy to find she was a quick learner, although, he supposed that shouldn't have surprised him. Then he made the mistake of looking down at her, not being able to resist watching her perform such an act on him. She seemed like an incredible vision, and the hollowing of her cheeks with each suck became his undoing, as he quickly reached climax and started to come.
"Ahhhh- Helen….." he growled her name in his deepened voice.
When the first few spurts hit the back of her throat she swallowed automatically, whilst the rest of it trickled out of the sides of her mouth, and her sense of achievement was distracted with the worry it may get on her dress.
It seemed he suddenly had the same thought, pulling a handkerchief from his top pocket and using it to wipe the escaped semen from around her lips and neck.
"I am sorry, Helen," he apologised.
"It's quite alright," she reassured him, feeling an immense satisfaction from being able to pleasure him as he had her.
"Next time, I think we should take that little mishap into consideration. You'll need to be undressed."
"Of course," she agreed.
