Vicki entered Henry's condo that evening with one thing on mind. She wanted to continue what they had started last night. She quickly undressed and climbed in under the covers. She knew it wouldn't be long before he woke and she wanted to make sure he would be ready. While she really enjoyed their tender lovemaking last night, she had something a little more intense in mind tonight. She started right away, wondering if although he was technically dead during the day, if his body would still react to what she had in mind. She was guessing not. But it couldn't hurt to try. She was pleasantly surprised when she reached down and started stroking him.
Henry woke to a warm naked body straddling his and smiled. He wasn't sure how long she had been there giving attention to his body as he slept, but he was ready to go. He could smell her arousal and knew she was ready too. In a heartbeat he had her on her back and she was grinning up at him. Their kiss started out tender but grew with intensity as hands roamed up and down each other's bodies. Their tongues danced and Vicki wrapped her fingers in Henry's soft curls. Vicki looked shocked as Henry pulled away. He grinned at her and reached over, pulling two pairs of handcuffs and a length of chain from the drawer of the nightstand. He put the chain through the loop on his headboard and attached one end of each pair of handcuffs to the chain and the other ends to her wrists. Satisfied that her range of motion would be limited but she could still be comfortable, he went the kitchen and came back with a small glass and a tiny knife. He straddled her and grinned.
"Do you trust me?"
"Henry…" She whimpered. She didn't want to wait she wanted him now.
"Do you trust me? If you don't, we can do something else."
"I trust you." She said, looking into his eyes, knowing he would never do anything to hurt her.
He leaned over and kissed her deeply, then pulled away. He carefully took the knife and dragged it across the palm of her hand, she gasped at the sharp pain. Henry heard her heartbeat speed up and the smell of her arousal intensified. He allowed a small amount of the blood to fall into the cup and then gently licked the tiny wound clean and placed a kiss over it. As he dripped a few drops of blood on her nipples and trailed the remainder down her belly stopping at the mound of curls hiding his final destination, he made a silent wish that he could enjoy things like whipped cream and chocolate. As he never feed from her during their lovemaking, this would be equally erotic for him, and hoped it would be for her as well.
His mouth came down to her right breast, licking it, suckling it, relishing in the taste of her skin and her blood. He moved to the other breast and gave it the same attention. The taste of her blood was making him harder than he thought possible. This was becoming torture for him as well, but he was determined to hold out. He massaged the other breast as he was giving attention to the left one. He pulled away and looked at her. Her eyes were glazed over and she was trying to reach him, fighting against the chains but could only stay a few inches from his head. He licked and kissed up from her breast to her neck, to her lips. He kissed and sucked on her lips, giving her a moment to be able to reach him and touch him.
Her fingers tangled once again in his hair, pulling the curls tight, he growled and she could feel the warmth pool between her legs. She loved hearing him growl when they were in bed. Everything about what he was turned her on, the eyes, the teeth, and the growls. She whimpered as he pulled away again. She felt his small open-mouthed kisses traveling down her body. Every once in a while his tongue would meet her flesh and she would shiver with anticipation.
He reached the trail of blood and slowly lapped his way down causing her to squirm and fight the restraints again. He reached the mound of curls and ran his fingers through it as he grinned up at her. He crawled down between her legs and using his tongued, he teased her clit, making her moan. A finger entered her and found that special spot, and rubbed. It wasn't long before he could feel her body begin to tighten. In a half a heartbeat he had her restraints off and he entered her in one swift motion making her gasp and call for him. He started thrusting slowing gaining momentum. Her hands dug into his back. She wrapped her legs around him wanting him deeper with-in her. He teasingly kissed her with each trust and it wasn't long before they came together.
They lay in bed a tangle of arms and legs, kissing and caressing each other. Vicki got up and looked over her shoulder at Henry and walked towards the bathroom.
"You gonna join me?" She couldn't help grinning as she said it.
He followed her into the bathroom where they climbed into the shower. He turned on the water and he grabbed the soap.
"No you don't." She took the soap from him and put it down. She pushed him down to his knees. She grabbed the shampoo bottle and poured some into her hands and started working up a lather. She ran her hands through his hair, massaging his scalp.
She realized the flaw in her plan as she felt her body pulled towards his mouth. She felt the warmth of his tongue once again against her clit. She let out a moan and stopped washing his hair. She bent slightly and placed her hands on his strong shoulders to support herself. His tongue darted in and out of her and she came in his mouth. Licking up all of her juices he finally pulled away. Feeling a bit weak, she slid down his body. He wrapped his arms around her and they sat together under the spray of the shower until the hot water grew cold.
Very nervous about this chapter.
Ok, so what do you think? good, bad, don't care?
I may decide not to keep this chapter.
