"I am."
The timbre of Abel's voice had deepened, the words coming out thickly. His now bare hands trembled slightly as he raised them up to her face.
"You have no idea how far gone I am." He caressed the side of her face with his knuckles, to her jaw and then sliding his hand along her neck, under her hair as he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, reverently, closing his eyes. The kiss was gentle, and feather light as he held himself back. Astha stepped closer to him, her arms going around his neck. Her lips moved against his, eager and encouraging him to take more. A soft moan rumbled from Abel when she sucked in his bottom lip to her mouth and gave it a slight nip. He stopped holding back, kissing her passionately, letting his free hand slide around her ribs, pulling her tightly against him.
Both of them were panting when they broke apart for air, lips barely a hair's breadth apart. Abel's blue eyes were dark with emotion as he opened them. Astha could see the flickers of worry that were being drowned in need. She slid her hands down to the collar of his priest robe, clumsily undoing the first clasp at his throat. His skin was hot under her fingers, he swallowed as she freed his neck, the muscles flexing under her touch. The next clasp was easier to undo revealing his chest to his sternum, covered with a white button up shirt.
"You are entirely over dressed… no wonder you weren't cold." She whispered, her eyes flickering up to his for a moment before she focused on his robes more.
"Astha… maybe we shouldn't.. wha-what if." He moved to stop her hands, covering them with his own.
"You need this. If we wait till later… later may never ever come.. I want this, if you will let me… let me love you tonight." Astha moved up against him, golden eyes full of desire and challenge swirling in their molten depths.
She reached up and pulled his mouth to hers, pressing her plush lips to his tenderly. Sliding her hands down to where his priest robe hung off his shoulders, she undid the last clasp and pushed the robe off his shoulders where he shrugged it off his arms, letting it crumple on the floor. She leaned back, her eyes held his as she moved her hands over his thin white shirt, letting her knuckles trail along his pectorals, a light caress of a nipple that caused him to suck in his breath, and still lower… his hard abs were taut under her hand and she slid lower to his hip bone that was above his double belts. His breathing was more ragged as her hand moved along his clothes.
Astha leaned forward for another kiss as her hand travelled to the front of his pants, feeling the hardness of his erection against the fabric. He gasped and she deepened the kiss, her tongue sliding in and against his.
Abel was drowning in her kiss, so sensitive he felt like each nerve was on fire, his heartbeat was in his ears loud, strong and pounding with need. His arms went around, crushing her against his chest as he slanted his face to return her kiss ardently. His tongue grazed her fangs, spiking the already sensitivity he was feeling, a deep moan rumbled from his throat. He felt her hand brushing up and down his length, boldly fondling him through his clothes. Instinctively he pressed his hips against her hand, craving more. His hands moved down her back, pulling her skirt up so he could cup her bottom and pull her more flush against him. She brought her hands back together to balance herself against him and slid a leg around his middle.
"Oh god... Astha…." He panted against her mouth when her hips pressed against his. His breathing was heavier now, desire so thick in his blood he felt lethargic. He lifted her other leg up to wrap around his hips.
Her mind blurred with arousal, the low timbre of his voice making her pelvic muscles flex. She felt herself dampen against her underwear, her lower belly tingling and tighten in response… and then her back was against the wall, his hips grinding against hers in glorious friction. His hands pressed into her cheeks, pulling her against him as he thrusted firmly.
She nipped along his jawline, her hands now going up and into his hair, his silver locks freed from the ribbon. He moaned again, the vibrations felt by them both. He tipped his head forward, kissing her neck, her ivory hair brushing against his face lightly. He nuzzled at her neck and then took her earlobe in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before carefully nipping it. Astha's gasp and approving hum spurred him on, kisses trailing down her neck intermittent bites that sent hot spikes of sensation to her body. Her hands were pulling at his clothes, getting under his shirt to touch his burning skin. Still he kept a steady rhythm with his hips against hers, driving them both deeper into heady arousal.
"I need… these clothes off… now." She gasped. She felt so light headed and her whole body tingled.
He stopped slowly, as if he was in a daze, stepping back a step as he looked at her disheveled appearance. Her hair was ruffled, her bangs with the red feathered across her eyes, drawing attention to the naked need he could see glittering within. She ran her tongue over her lips unconsciously, the pink tip sliding over her slightly swollen flesh making him ache to kiss her again. Never had he ever loved and hated the way the nuns habit fit her… the skirt was rumpled and the fabric was stretched across her ample chest, the buttons strained from their bodies grinding.
"Now who is overdressed?" He teased as he reached out to the buttons along her collarbone, wanting to see her body in the light. She hummed as his hands touched her chest and stomach, he pushed and pulled at the small buttons, his hands deftly undoing them. As the over dress fell away he gazed at her body under the thin white satin slip that covered her.
She was magnificent, curves and muscle combined in a tantalizing body that was short circuiting his brain. His hands trailed up her body to where he pulled the straps of her slip off her shoulders. He couldn't contain the growl of appreciation as her body was bared before him. He let his hands slide down to brush his knuckle against her nipple, similar to what she had done to him.
"Abel." She whispered as her hands reached for his belts, yanking to undo the buckles. Once both belts fell from his hips she pulled the rest of his shirt loose, and undid the buttons as quickly as her hands could, while he continued to tease her nipples with light touch and gentle pinches, sending bolts of desire down her body. As soon as she had the shirt off, she stepped back into his embrace, desperately needing his kiss again
.
This time she pushed him backwards, till his legs bumped into the bed and he sat down abruptly. She straddled his hips, not breaking contact from their kiss. Her hands were in his hair, tangling in the silver strands, his quickly followed, along her neck, to her hair and lower to her back.
She slowly pulled away to get her breath, her face flushed as she panted. His own equally showing the exertion. She quirked an eyebrow at him playfully before reaching down between them and undoing his pants. He sucked in air between his teeth as she eased him out of the zipper, her hands boldly cupping and caressing his cock and balls.
Once freed from the confines of his clothes, she gripped his length with her left hand, sliding her hand up and down tentatively.
He moaned loudly now, she watched as he seemed to be lost in pleasure. Her own body was so ready for him, aching with need but she wanted him to enjoy this as much as possible, knowing it had been a long time since he had felt the touch of a lover.
She could feel his heartbeat pulsing under her fingers, strong and steady in a fast tempo. His eyes were closed as he focused on what she was doing to him. She scooted back off the bed, not stopping with her hand, kicking off the last of her clothes before kneeling down before him.
Startled blue eyes snapped to hers, a bit of confusion swirled in their darkened depths.
"Shhh, you'll like this…I promise."
He swallowed loudly, as he comprehended what she was about to do.
"Astha?" His voice husky and heavy with arousal.
She couldn't help herself, she moved up and kissed his tempting lips, swirling her tongue around his and sucking slightly. His hips lurched into her hand, having heightened things even more. She broke away suddenly and bent down to take him in her mouth.
The moment her mouth surrounded the head, Abel swore she was killing him, intense pleasure was burning him alive. All he could think of was the incredible sensations of her mouth on his flesh, the slide of her tongue along the ridges and veins, the slight abrasive contact of her fangs on the skin. His moans were loud, his hands lightly cupping her head, as he didn't know what else to do with them as she lavaished him with her mouth. A moment or an eternity later he didn't know, but she stopped and straightened up, pulling at his pants to get them off.
Distractingly he raised up so they were off his body, she yanked them off his feet then knelt on the bed, pushing him down and straddled him, her body above his as she was on all fours.
He reached up and crushed her against him, rolling them over so he was on top. His kisses were aggressive, taking control of the encounter now. They were both panting and moaning in need as he lowered his hips to settle between her legs. She arched her back, hungry for him to thrust in, to fill the ache that was consuming her.
"Abel, I don't want to wait any longer."
He bent forward and took her left nipple into his mouth, revelling in the gasps she rewarded him with. He then reached down between them, his long fingers brushing along her hair, then caressing the lips until he pressed his thumb pad against her clitoris and moved it in a circular motion gently but firmly. She moaned his name as her body shook with the wave of pleasure and sensation.
"Soon, my love. Soon." He whispered against her breast. He kissed above where her heart beat strongly in her chest.
He let his fingers caress and tease her eager flesh, slick with her arousal until he felt he couldn't wait a moment longer. He shifted and sat back on his heels, looking down at her with a soft smile, he pushed forward with his hips, the head of his member sliding along her folds before he pressed against her entrance. She lifted her hips and pushed against him, her inner muscles grasping to take him inside. He slid in slowly, her wet heat scalding him as the muscles flexed against him.
"Astha… oh god… you feel so amazing.." he whispered.
She reached up and pulled him forward, her legs wrapping around his thighs, driving him fully inside. Both of them moaned, instinct taking over with a furious pace of thrusts. She gasped and arched against him, her hips working to meet him thrust for thrust. Their lips met again, powerful deep kisses mingled with moans and gasps for air as they both clamoured for release. Their kisses became more frantic, deep hard kisses.
He felt the tightening of her inner muscles, the shudder building as she arched her back, bearing hard on him as she shattered beneath him. Nothing else existed in that moment as their bodies quaked with their shared pleasure. His whole body tingled as he thrusted once more against her as he finished. Clouded in the hazy aftermath he stayed crouched over her, his head resting beside her neck. He could feel her racing heartbeat as he was still sheathed deeply inside her. He turned his face against her neck, breathing in her scent, the thump of her jugular teasing his lip as it matched the pulsing he could feel around his cock. A twinge from the Crusnik took away some of the deep contentment he was enjoying. Abel shifted away and settled alongside her before her blood tempted him, wanting to distract himself with touching her at a more leisurely pace, his fingertips tentatively tracing down her body from the navel to collarbone and back, circling around her generous breasts and nipples.
"Mhmm. Keep that up and we might be in for round two." She smirked, her eyes still closed as she enjoyed his attention.
"I wouldn't mind." His voice soft and low was entirely too sexy to her now.
She shifted onto her side, facing him. "I'm sorry if you felt I rushed this…"
He brought his hand up along her neck to her chin. "You weren't wrong, later could mean never… some things in life shouldn't be pushed away... Thank you, my dearest." He smiled the most stunning smile she had ever seen from him.
She blushed at his tenderness, feeling her insides turn to mush as her heart swelled with affection for him.
"A little late to be embarrassed isn't it?," he teased.
"Perhaps, Tovarish." She scooted closer and pulled him over for a tender kiss. When the kiss broke she smiled softly at him. "And see, none of my blood was shed, you've been worrying for nothing."
"Indeed." He whispered.
"So," she arched an eyebrow. "Can we do this again?" She worried her bottom lip with her fang, her eyes dancing with excitement.
Abel grinned devilishly, "We do have the room until the evening."