!WARNING!
THIS CHAPTER IS NOTHING BUT A SEX SCENE, IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH LOVE-MAKING (NOT FUCKING) PLEASE DO NOT READ. NOW DON'T COME CRYING TO ME IF YOU READ AND HAVE A PROBLEM WITH IT!
CHAPTER 8: REKINDLING THE FLAME
Van Helsing stepped into roon and took off his trenchcoat and hat, Tragedy did the same and skipped into the bathroom to brush her hair. Before she could even pick up the comb, however, Van Helsing grabbed her and kissed her. It was rough, almost violent, and Tragedy liked it. He nibbled his way along her neckline and up to her ear, taking the lobe between his teeth he bit slightly, causing her to moan. He unzipped the back of her bodysuit and slid it off of her. She turned to face him, her eyes filled with lust. He looked at her and kissed her again as she began to remove his shirt. She ran her hands over his chest, his muscles tensed as her fingers danced down his stomach and to the buckles on his belt. He gripped her shoulders and she unbuckled and unzipped his pants.
His hands ran from her shoulders to her back, gently he unfastened her bra and she let it fall to the floor. She knelt and unzipped and unbuckled his boots, before sliding them off. She layed him back onto the black satin sheets, leaving his leather pants, which were getting quite uncomfortable on him now, on the floor next to his boots and shirt. She sat on his torso and bent down to kiss him, their tongues intertwined and teased each other for a few minutes. When they finally broke, he pulled the blankets back and they both crawled underneath them, he rolled her over and removed her black thong.
"You don't know how many times I dreamed about this momment. I'd wake up before I saw your face though, all I saw was your eyes. I knew I would know you if I ever saw you," he told her while admirring her beautiful body, he'd seen this scene in his dreams so often, he wondered if she was real or if this was one of his realistic dreams. His thoughts were interrupted however; she was on top now.
"I want you to just lay back and enjoy, we have plenty of time for play," she giggled, she kissed his lips and lingered for a second, she loved the way his lips tasted. Salty, yet sweet, she trailed her tongue and lips down his chest. He hissed out of sheer enjoyment and anticipation as she continued her assault, running down his abs and then stopping. When he looked down to see why he felt her lips on his inner thighs, his back arched and his hips bucked. 'God have mercy,' he thought,'this is nothing but pure torture.'
Just when he thought he couldn't stand anymore she inhaled him and his eyes rolled back as the pleasure built,"How's that?" she asked leaving him unsatiated.
"God, just quit torturing me, do you have any idea how long it's been since I've. . ." he was cut short as her lips dominated his, she stretched her body over his and allowed him to turn her onto her back again,"Well this is a definite improvement," he said, trailing kisses down her body, pausing to pay special attention to each breast. He was determined to make her writhe as much as she made him. He gripped her hips, insinuating he was going to bring her to the peak of excitment. Instead he kissed directly above her pantyline, she gripped the sheets and he paused looking at her lustful face, even though her eyes were closed tightly. She ran her fingers through those long, curly, locks of his she loved so, as he began his teasing on her. He didn't know how she managed a coherent thought, let alone put it into words; but she did,"Quit it, we've put this off way too long," she said breathlessly.
He blanketed her with his body and pushed forward, drawing a loud, unlady-like, moan from her,"Better?" he asked her teasingly.
"Yes, more, plea. . ."
"You don't have to beg. . ." he told her as he kissed her roughly,"though I probly won't last long."
"Don't. . . worry," she managed as he continued,"at. . this. . . rate. . I. . . . . won't. . . . either. . ." she pulled him down for another kiss as he took Tragedy to heaven, the two fallen angels were united and brought into the slivery clouds together. He collapsed and turned on his side, facing her. He held her in his arms and rubbed his face against hers. It felt so good to have her back in his arms. She nuzzled under his arm and put her back to his chest, he buried his face in her hair.
"Goodnight, my little angel. . ." he said as she fell asleep. He looked out of the window and into the starry moonlight night and thanked God for returning her to him, he soon fell asleep and dreamed peacefully of the new life they would have together.
Well, how was it? Was it sweet or what? I tried to create a scene of "lovgemaking" instead of just "fucking" hope ya'll enjoyed! R&R! please be nice by the way, this is the first sex scene I have ever posted online. . .thanx! luv ya'll!
