Sands and Victoria Evening 3 part 6
Sands: She looks at me, tries to see into me. She doesn't see me. She sees the façade. I'm glad she can't see me, can't see the dark. It would frighten her away.
Victoria: "Don't stop now," I lean forward to kiss his lips, but instead gently bite his lower lip.
Sands: She knows just how to reach me. Her teeth scrape my lip and I taste my own blood. It sends another rush through me and I press myself again into her hands. "You want it here?" I ask, my voice now a rough whisper.
Victoria: "Is that okay? " I ask softly and quickly kiss him again. "We won't get in trouble?" I kiss him again. I want him so badly. I feel very much alive when I am with him. A strange thing for a vampire to say. But I've hid in the shadows for so long, picking up and moving from place to place. I don't want to be afraid anymore. I want to experience everything I can.
Sands: "What's trouble?" I ask, reaching to pull her top off. "We're not children, Victoria." I tilt my head to the side and look at her. "If you want, I'll even shut the door." I smile at her, feeling just as mischievous as her.
Victoria: I laugh, partly because of him and partly due to my own absurdity. I lift my arms and allow him to remove the black garment. I see the surprise in his eyes at the sight of my black lace push-up bra. With one hand I begin to unbutton his denim shirt.
Sands: As her hands unbutton my shirt, I reach forward to kiss the tops of her breasts, to nibble on her collarbone. The hand I had behind her neck slides down, searching for the hooks, though she does look mighty fine in the lacy bra. I can feel the rise and dip of each vertebrae, the muscles in her back. "How is it that such a fine looking woman like you," I say, kissing her neck, "stayed single in the 18th century until she was, what? Twenty-two?" It doesn't seem possible. I look up at her to see how she reacts to the question and I wonder if she's hiding things from me.
Victoria: Shocked, my hand momentarily stops massaging his member. I freeze for a moment before replying. "My mother died in childbirth when I was nine. I was the only girl in a house full of men. My father never married and plunged himself into his work. My brothers liked having me around to see to their needs, so marrying me off was not a priority." My sentences were short and clipped.
Sands: I don't know why she's pissed all of a sudden. "I bet your brothers had to beat the guys off with whips and clubs, eh?" I can imagine her in her frilly long dresses, her lacy little gloves, her southern-style parasols. I find myself grinning at the mental image. "You didn't have a secret beau?" I can't imagine going 'til you're past fourteen without getting banged at least once, even though those were different times. I watch her expression. Fuck, she's so beautiful, so exciting.
Victoria: "Of course I did!" I push him playfully and then continue my stroking. "Why do you think all the other girls disliked me so? I only had Claude to watch over me, and he was a terrible influence." Then I lean in to kiss his lips. "Of course being overlooked and unattended by my family members is what brought me into this state."
Sands: "Thank heavens," I mumble. I lean forward, reaching my mouth toward hers, my hips involuntarily moving as she holds me. A low grown escapes me as we kiss. I can still taste her blood and mine, two distinct flavors, both causing me to hold her more tightly. Forget the bloody hooks. My hands slide down to the waist of her pants. How the hell do I get these off?
Victoria: His mouth discovers my own and the kisses become more passionate, more frequent. "Thank heaven for what?" I ask between kisses as I push his shirt off over one shoulder. I'll have to stop stroking him in order to unbutton my pants. The designers are very good at hiding the hardware. I stop long enough to undo the latch and then look into his eyes. So handsome, beautiful really. I push his shirt off the other shoulder exposing his perfectly smooth chest.
Sands: "Thank heavens for your unattended family members," I tell her, my voice lower than normal. My eyes study her. She's looking at me, her hunger as evident as I'm sure mine is. I watch as she unfastens her new pants, and I start to kick off my shoes. "You must run or dance or something," I say, admiring her sleekness. "Kiss me." I have to taste her again.
Victoria: I unzip my boots as he talks and slip them off my feet. "Dance, " I say flatly with a slight smile. I throw myself into his arms at his request and kiss him deeply, this time allowing my tongue to explore his mouth, twisted and turning with pleasure as we embrace.
Sands: "Dance, I knew it," I gasp, my hands shoving my jeans down. Our tongues battle again, I can feel her hunger. I pull back, watching her again. She looks at me, the expression of a cat who has the mouse in hand, and I can't help but smile again. Somehow my jacket and shirt have ended up on the floor and I look around. There's some boxes of wine, but nothing comfortable looking. "Want to use your fur coat?" I ask, gesturing with a glance toward the floor.
Victoria: I chuckle. "You must not see anything but my eyes." I smile as I slide out of my pants revealing a barely there set of matching black lace panties. "It was taken at the door remember. We'll have to use your jacket, or nothing at all." I don't care really. The hard floor, or his coat. I just want him. So un-lady like, but I don't care I just want him.
Sands: There are solutions for everything, I decide. I reach for her panties, "You've got to lose these."
Victoria: "Fine, but they're not going to provide much of a cushion." I step out of my panties and drop them at the floor beneath our feet and then I reach for him, beckoning him to come.
Sands: I grab her around the waist and pick her up. Her long legs go around me and I attempt to lower her slowly onto myself. Her hands are around my neck, holding on as we fight gravity, but not too hard. I ease her down. She feels so fucking good. I can't even talk. I hope I'm not hurting her by holding onto her so tightly.
Victoria: I smile and shut my eyes. My head tilts back as he eases up inside of me. I hold onto his strong shoulders and cannot speak. Sparks of pleasure shoot through me with each movement. He's very resourceful, and gentlemanly. He does want to place me on the dusty floor.
Sands: The world is ripping apart, sparks rising from a fire, brilliant embers blazing as I get caught up in Victoria. She is all there is, her scent, the feel of her, her hands on my shoulders, the soft sexy sounds she is making, even the feeling of her heels digging into my back. There is a firestorm racing through me, burning along every nerve, building higher and higher as she rides me faster and harder.
Victoria: I hope I don't hurt him. But I can't stop myself. I want to consume him, I want to be consumed. I hear the sound of my blood pumping and I tighten around him. I feel the storm raging through my body. I have to taste him. I lower my head as I pull his hair out of the way. I bite and his essence rush past my lips.
Sands: Oh, fuck! She's tasting me and I'm going to go totally nuclear with the heat of her. Gritting my teeth, I focus on bringing her a happy ending before me. Ohfuckinghell, estoy por acabar !! I feel her cheek against mine, her breath on my ear, and I turn my head and bite into her. Her warmth rushes into my mouth. I groan again, arching up into her, stepping forward to press her against the wall.
Victoria: Again with the wall! As my back hits the wall I climax and release my grip on his neck. I moan with pleasure pumping against him with even greater force. I want to feel all of him up inside of me.
Sands: Fuckingbloddyhell. She's there, and now I can let go. It feels like I'm blind again, but so good. I think my brain has leaked out. There's only the feeling, the taste, the scent of her. Nothing else exists. My hips continue to grind into her, then slow. My entire body pulses with pleasure. "Victoria," I breathe. My mouth is somehow back on her neck. My lips touch the small marks where I bit her. My tongue sneaks out to taste her again.
Victoria: He explodes and I can feel the rush of him through me. He whispers my name and that brings me even more pleasure. I rest my cheek against the top of his head as my body begins to slow. His mouth is on my neck. I love his mouth, its gentle probing. "Sands", I reply breathlessly.
Sands: My entire body is still humming from the thrill of her. She whispers my name into my ear, and I sigh. I don't want this to end. My arms hold her and I can feel the pulsing of her body against mine.
Victoria: I cling to him, not wanting this to end. I feel as if I could stay here forever.
Sands: I remember where we are as reality begins to descend once again. The rush of having her still tingles along my spine. "You want down?"
Victoria: "No," I reply quietly as I still rest against his frame. Then I sigh. "But perhaps you should." I lift his chin with my finger until our eyes are locked. I look deeply into those dark eyes wishing to see all that they hold. I slowly kiss his lips.
Sands: I don't usually feel so comfortable with a woman I've only know for two days. "It's a shame we didn't meet earlier," I tell her after we kiss. I let her as gently as possible to the ground. She's still wearing her black bra. "Well, look, I didn't even get it all off. We need more practice, I rekon." I have to laugh. I'm still feeling all warm inside. To Be Continued
Sands: She looks at me, tries to see into me. She doesn't see me. She sees the façade. I'm glad she can't see me, can't see the dark. It would frighten her away.
Victoria: "Don't stop now," I lean forward to kiss his lips, but instead gently bite his lower lip.
Sands: She knows just how to reach me. Her teeth scrape my lip and I taste my own blood. It sends another rush through me and I press myself again into her hands. "You want it here?" I ask, my voice now a rough whisper.
Victoria: "Is that okay? " I ask softly and quickly kiss him again. "We won't get in trouble?" I kiss him again. I want him so badly. I feel very much alive when I am with him. A strange thing for a vampire to say. But I've hid in the shadows for so long, picking up and moving from place to place. I don't want to be afraid anymore. I want to experience everything I can.
Sands: "What's trouble?" I ask, reaching to pull her top off. "We're not children, Victoria." I tilt my head to the side and look at her. "If you want, I'll even shut the door." I smile at her, feeling just as mischievous as her.
Victoria: I laugh, partly because of him and partly due to my own absurdity. I lift my arms and allow him to remove the black garment. I see the surprise in his eyes at the sight of my black lace push-up bra. With one hand I begin to unbutton his denim shirt.
Sands: As her hands unbutton my shirt, I reach forward to kiss the tops of her breasts, to nibble on her collarbone. The hand I had behind her neck slides down, searching for the hooks, though she does look mighty fine in the lacy bra. I can feel the rise and dip of each vertebrae, the muscles in her back. "How is it that such a fine looking woman like you," I say, kissing her neck, "stayed single in the 18th century until she was, what? Twenty-two?" It doesn't seem possible. I look up at her to see how she reacts to the question and I wonder if she's hiding things from me.
Victoria: Shocked, my hand momentarily stops massaging his member. I freeze for a moment before replying. "My mother died in childbirth when I was nine. I was the only girl in a house full of men. My father never married and plunged himself into his work. My brothers liked having me around to see to their needs, so marrying me off was not a priority." My sentences were short and clipped.
Sands: I don't know why she's pissed all of a sudden. "I bet your brothers had to beat the guys off with whips and clubs, eh?" I can imagine her in her frilly long dresses, her lacy little gloves, her southern-style parasols. I find myself grinning at the mental image. "You didn't have a secret beau?" I can't imagine going 'til you're past fourteen without getting banged at least once, even though those were different times. I watch her expression. Fuck, she's so beautiful, so exciting.
Victoria: "Of course I did!" I push him playfully and then continue my stroking. "Why do you think all the other girls disliked me so? I only had Claude to watch over me, and he was a terrible influence." Then I lean in to kiss his lips. "Of course being overlooked and unattended by my family members is what brought me into this state."
Sands: "Thank heavens," I mumble. I lean forward, reaching my mouth toward hers, my hips involuntarily moving as she holds me. A low grown escapes me as we kiss. I can still taste her blood and mine, two distinct flavors, both causing me to hold her more tightly. Forget the bloody hooks. My hands slide down to the waist of her pants. How the hell do I get these off?
Victoria: His mouth discovers my own and the kisses become more passionate, more frequent. "Thank heaven for what?" I ask between kisses as I push his shirt off over one shoulder. I'll have to stop stroking him in order to unbutton my pants. The designers are very good at hiding the hardware. I stop long enough to undo the latch and then look into his eyes. So handsome, beautiful really. I push his shirt off the other shoulder exposing his perfectly smooth chest.
Sands: "Thank heavens for your unattended family members," I tell her, my voice lower than normal. My eyes study her. She's looking at me, her hunger as evident as I'm sure mine is. I watch as she unfastens her new pants, and I start to kick off my shoes. "You must run or dance or something," I say, admiring her sleekness. "Kiss me." I have to taste her again.
Victoria: I unzip my boots as he talks and slip them off my feet. "Dance, " I say flatly with a slight smile. I throw myself into his arms at his request and kiss him deeply, this time allowing my tongue to explore his mouth, twisted and turning with pleasure as we embrace.
Sands: "Dance, I knew it," I gasp, my hands shoving my jeans down. Our tongues battle again, I can feel her hunger. I pull back, watching her again. She looks at me, the expression of a cat who has the mouse in hand, and I can't help but smile again. Somehow my jacket and shirt have ended up on the floor and I look around. There's some boxes of wine, but nothing comfortable looking. "Want to use your fur coat?" I ask, gesturing with a glance toward the floor.
Victoria: I chuckle. "You must not see anything but my eyes." I smile as I slide out of my pants revealing a barely there set of matching black lace panties. "It was taken at the door remember. We'll have to use your jacket, or nothing at all." I don't care really. The hard floor, or his coat. I just want him. So un-lady like, but I don't care I just want him.
Sands: There are solutions for everything, I decide. I reach for her panties, "You've got to lose these."
Victoria: "Fine, but they're not going to provide much of a cushion." I step out of my panties and drop them at the floor beneath our feet and then I reach for him, beckoning him to come.
Sands: I grab her around the waist and pick her up. Her long legs go around me and I attempt to lower her slowly onto myself. Her hands are around my neck, holding on as we fight gravity, but not too hard. I ease her down. She feels so fucking good. I can't even talk. I hope I'm not hurting her by holding onto her so tightly.
Victoria: I smile and shut my eyes. My head tilts back as he eases up inside of me. I hold onto his strong shoulders and cannot speak. Sparks of pleasure shoot through me with each movement. He's very resourceful, and gentlemanly. He does want to place me on the dusty floor.
Sands: The world is ripping apart, sparks rising from a fire, brilliant embers blazing as I get caught up in Victoria. She is all there is, her scent, the feel of her, her hands on my shoulders, the soft sexy sounds she is making, even the feeling of her heels digging into my back. There is a firestorm racing through me, burning along every nerve, building higher and higher as she rides me faster and harder.
Victoria: I hope I don't hurt him. But I can't stop myself. I want to consume him, I want to be consumed. I hear the sound of my blood pumping and I tighten around him. I feel the storm raging through my body. I have to taste him. I lower my head as I pull his hair out of the way. I bite and his essence rush past my lips.
Sands: Oh, fuck! She's tasting me and I'm going to go totally nuclear with the heat of her. Gritting my teeth, I focus on bringing her a happy ending before me. Ohfuckinghell, estoy por acabar !! I feel her cheek against mine, her breath on my ear, and I turn my head and bite into her. Her warmth rushes into my mouth. I groan again, arching up into her, stepping forward to press her against the wall.
Victoria: Again with the wall! As my back hits the wall I climax and release my grip on his neck. I moan with pleasure pumping against him with even greater force. I want to feel all of him up inside of me.
Sands: Fuckingbloddyhell. She's there, and now I can let go. It feels like I'm blind again, but so good. I think my brain has leaked out. There's only the feeling, the taste, the scent of her. Nothing else exists. My hips continue to grind into her, then slow. My entire body pulses with pleasure. "Victoria," I breathe. My mouth is somehow back on her neck. My lips touch the small marks where I bit her. My tongue sneaks out to taste her again.
Victoria: He explodes and I can feel the rush of him through me. He whispers my name and that brings me even more pleasure. I rest my cheek against the top of his head as my body begins to slow. His mouth is on my neck. I love his mouth, its gentle probing. "Sands", I reply breathlessly.
Sands: My entire body is still humming from the thrill of her. She whispers my name into my ear, and I sigh. I don't want this to end. My arms hold her and I can feel the pulsing of her body against mine.
Victoria: I cling to him, not wanting this to end. I feel as if I could stay here forever.
Sands: I remember where we are as reality begins to descend once again. The rush of having her still tingles along my spine. "You want down?"
Victoria: "No," I reply quietly as I still rest against his frame. Then I sigh. "But perhaps you should." I lift his chin with my finger until our eyes are locked. I look deeply into those dark eyes wishing to see all that they hold. I slowly kiss his lips.
Sands: I don't usually feel so comfortable with a woman I've only know for two days. "It's a shame we didn't meet earlier," I tell her after we kiss. I let her as gently as possible to the ground. She's still wearing her black bra. "Well, look, I didn't even get it all off. We need more practice, I rekon." I have to laugh. I'm still feeling all warm inside. To Be Continued