A Little Something Extra…
A/N: ParanormalMoonlight mentioned wanting to see this in her review, and instantly the idea sprang, fully developed, into my head. So you can thank her for this little something extra…
"Let's find out."
In a second, I had her pulled under me, stretched out on the bench seat of the truck. My knees surrounded her waist, and her knees came up behind my back. Smiling, I ran my hands leisurely down her body, enjoying the feel of her tight silver dress. One hand crept under it, fingers trailing up her thigh, unhindered by underwear since she still followed my directive to not wear knickers while trying to lure in vampires. Brilliant idea, if I do say so myself.
My fingers found her sex, already wet and wanting. My thumb circled her nub while two long digits slid inside smoothly, stroking her from the inside while my other hand stroked her breast outside. She whimpered, whispering, "More."
I grinned and complied. In a flash, I had her on top of me, my flesh driving into her. Her dress I tore into shreds to get to her skin, and when I reached it, I feasted on it, tasting her everywhere. She arched her back, her long red tresses caressing my thighs, and began to moan. As I moved faster, deeper, her cries grew louder and she bent over me, mouth locked onto my throat to swallow the sounds.
I felt her blunt teeth bite into my skin, which gave way with a "pop," and my blood spilled inside her mouth. I never, ever broke her rule about biting her, even though I had craved her taste ever since that one drop the first time we made love. But I absolutely loved it when she bit me.
"Harder, Kitten," I ground out, holding her head to my throat. I felt her bite me again, more deeply this time, and then I yanked her head away to kiss her. The taste of my blood in her mouth aroused something deep and primal in me, and when I looked in her eyes, something feral met mine.
All of a sudden, something that had started out as a lighthearted trip down memory lane became something else entirely. I stared at her in the moonlight, her skin luminescent as a vampire's yet slightly human, completely naked as I'd yanked her boots off when I tore off her dress. The look she gave me was challenging and unabashed.
I stared at her for another moment, then shoved open the door of the truck, lifted her off my cock and said, "Run."
She stared at me for just a moment, met my eyes with complete understanding, then turned and ran. I gave her a few minutes head start, then kicked off the rest of my clothes and began to chase her.
We ran for a few miles, me coming up close behind her only to fall back and let her gain ground. Finally, I steered her towards the direction of the lake, which was where I wanted her to go all along. She reached the bank, looked over her shoulder at me… and dove in.
I followed straight behind her, my lack of needing to breathe giving me an edge over her. She soon surfaced and I stayed underwater. I could see her legs treading water, turning in all directions, looking for me. As still as I could, I slid through the water towards her. Just as she was about to sense me, I sprang.
I locked my arms around her waist, pulling her legs over my shoulders, and my tongue began a relentless assault on her tender flesh. Above me, I heard her scream in shock, then pleasure as I continued to feast on her. In and out, in and out, my tongue crept towards its goal, and when it came, I could feel it through her whole body.
Her legs, locked around my head, went totally rigid, as did the rest of her. Her arms came down to clutch my shoulders and her head went back as she let out a long, protracted wail. I kept up my assault until she relaxed, then I shot out of the water next to her.
She collapsed against me, spineless, breathless, but I wasn't done yet. Not nearly. I lifted her up, shifted her legs around my waist and thrust into her. She was still overly sensitive from her recent orgasm and she let out a short scream as I drove into her. Again, I worked myself in and out, and after a bit, she began to move against me, grinding her flesh onto mine in the most delicious way. Kitten may have been completely inexperienced when we met, but she was a quick study, and a natural. Here's hoping I was the only one she practiced on.
Sounds began to bubble up from her throat again, tiny moans and wails and she again went to use my throat to stifle them. This time, I leaned back and said, "There's no one here but us for miles, Kitten. Scream for me. Let me hear you. I need to hear you."
Resting in the circle of my arms, she leaned back in the water, her hair flowing around her like a red halo, and began to moan and wail louder and louder. The louder and more frequent her sounds, the more it switched me on, and the faster I moved. The faster I moved, the louder she got. We got locked into this circle of sounds and movements until I felt her walls clench down on me again and she let out a long, sharp scream. I couldn't hold back during that, and came in pulsing waves inside her that I thought might never end. I groaned and clutched her up to me as I came, shuddering against her and wanting to close any distance between us.
She relaxed against me again, her head on my shoulder, sleepy now. I swam us into the shallow part of the water then walked us toward the truck. By the time we reached it, she had almost fallen asleep against me.
I jiggled her a bit to wake her. "Kitten, we have a problem."
"Mmmm?"
"We don't have any clothes." It was true. Her dress and bra had been obliterated in my attempt to get to her flesh, and mine had met a similar fate when I got out of the truck to chase her. Between us, we had my jacket to wear, and that was about it.
In response, she only giggled and went back to sleep.