Chapter Three
Alice was silent as I lay there playing her little fantasy in my head, even after I asked her to go on, and when I opened my eyes, I saw hers were trained on the juncture between my thighs, and her mouth was open, her tongue touching the side of it. I gave her a smile. "Problem, Alice?" I echoed her earlier taunt, and slowly her eyes slid up my body to meet mine.
Before I knew what was happening, she was on top of me, pulling my legs apart and pressing the front of her pajama pants against me, latching one leg around her waist as she bent to kiss me, this time forcing entry into my mouth with her tongue, the soul sharing kiss better than the tiny relief she was giving me, pressed into me so hard. I ground my hips upward, and she made a tiny noise into our kiss, which got even more intense when I heard that, it drove me very nearly over the edge, but then she pulled her lips away from me, panting as she gyrated her hips against me, her forehead leaned onto mine. "Andie, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" she whispered painfully to me, almost panicked, reaching down between us and popping the button on my jeans. "I need you. I can't not do this."
"Please," I begged, shaking my head at her apology, and taking her right wrist in my hand. She let me slide her hand into the top of my jeans and beneath the hem of my underwear, a gasping sort of whimper coming from her as her finger skated over the hard little pebble my clit had become. If her frigid touch shocked my exposed epidermis, it surely sent tremors through me when she pushed into me finally, into the hottest place my body possessed, and my head went back with the loudest noise from my throat yet as she pumped me that first time.
With her left hand she pushed the tail of my t-shirt up, exposing my hip bone and lower
abdomen, her fingers leaving trails of ice as she gently pushed it all the way up, and I saved her the trouble by leaning up and tearing it off. She had me there partially nude and vunerable, my back arched with her efforts, then I heard fabric ripping as she tore off my bra with her teeth. Okay, unusual, but definitely sexy to me, exciting me further, and it was that display of want that drove me over the edge, Alice going rigid against me at the noise I made, her eyes closing and a soft snarl rolling in her throat. I was put out when she withdrew her hand far too soon, but it didn't last long, as she rose up on her knees between my thighs, looking at her soaked digits wonderingly, then tasting them, one by one, and it was like every suck she gave was a suck on my clit, which twitched with every finger. Eyes closing in seeming ecstasy, she reopened them, shining black, and grabbed my panties and my jeans in one hand and yanked upwards, ripping them free of my body, as well. It was the fastest I had ever been undressed, but this was also my first time with a vampire with superhuman strength. She grabbed my hips and pulled me into her before re-entering, and played me with a rhythm no human could play.
I reached for her, pulling her down to me by the shirt, needing her kiss again. Still, something missing... "Alice... Take off your clothes. Please. I won't– oh, fuck!– I won't touch you, I swear. I just want your body against mine," I panted to her in partial moan.
She hesitated, slowing down for a minute, then pulled her hand free of me to strip. Eyes wide, and paying close attention, I watched my beloved reveal the more sensitive parts of herself, from her tiny, perky breasts with little pale nipples, down her perfect belly to the light dusting of hair that covered her sex. "Oh my God," I breathed, taking in every bit of this divine little goddess before me. "Alice, you're beautiful."
She smiled shyly, draping herself over me, breast to breast, sex to sex, and I marveled at the fact that though she could smash me to bits, she still felt like she weighed but ninety pounds. Her hands ran up both my sides, and she bit her bottom lip as she watched me squirm beneath her, whimpering. She tucked her face beneath my chin to appreciate the pounding vessel that the predator in her craved, licking her way up it again, then kissing me softly, a very different approach to this than she had exuded before. Somewhere in the very, very, very far corner of my mind, I registered that she had regained control of the animal inside, and I was with her and only her now. She continued to move her lips with mine as she slightly shifted to where she could slide her thigh between my legs, and she shocked me by pulling mine between hers as well. What happened to I couldn't touch her?
"Slowly," she advised me, pulling away from me briefly, and she kept my eyes on hers as she cautiously began to thrust her thigh against me, and I reciprocated her action, not believing she was willing to try this. I almost felt guilty, like she was only doing it to make me happy, and if something happened to me, it would destroy her.
"Alice... you don't have to do this."
"I want it, too, Andie. Perhaps even more than you do," she informed me, leaning her forehead to mine as she ventured a bit further, rolling herself on my thigh a little faster. "I–oh. I think we'll be okay as long as we're care–" I cut her off by pulling her face back to mine, greedily kissing her. This girl was a goddess to me in every form, from feeling her wet on my thigh working towards her own climax, to an adorable moan in her throat as she kissed me, and me a shaking mess between my own arousal and yes– it was cold beneath her after a while.
I gave a noise of protest as she left my lips and traveled south with her mouth for the first time, her lips feathering their way across my nipples, and down my rib cage to my navel, and then to the right side of my hip, kissing her way across the top of my mound to the other side. Delirious was an understatement, trying not to thrash around like a cat in heat when she pulled my left leg over her shoulder, running her nose down the inside of my thigh, brushing her lips against the sensitive flesh there, as well. She straightened up on her knees as she edged my legs apart again, gazing down at the volcano she had teased to eruption, and took the tip of her right index finger up and down my slit, spreading me open and looking at the inside. She watched her own hand as it slid that single tiny finger into me, and her thumb came onto the button up top, moving that hand torturously slow and deliberate. Her finger hit something inside of me, making me cry out again, more convulsions ripping through me, then I felt another finger slide in next to its sister, and she started moving it a little faster, her thumb rolling against my clit softly, I doubted she had any pressure at all applied; she didn't have to, I exploded all over her hand for the second time.
She clicked her tongue and looked at me, shaking her head. "No fair," she pouted, poking that bitingly beautiful bottom lip out to me. "I wanted that, Andie."
"S-so, d-do it a-again," I stuttered pleadingly, wondering in my mind if I could handle it or not. Her hands alone were magical to the point of mind-shattering orgasms, so I could only hope I didn't have a heart attack while she was going down on me.
Planting one more kiss on my inner right thigh, she lowered herself onto her belly, and buried herself in me, my back arching and my throat gasping as an electric current started to electrocute me, Alice's tongue being like a live wire pressed against me. I couldn't control the ungodly things coming from my larynx, but it seemed to be incentive for my Alice, who wrapped her arms around my thighs to anchor my hips, which were about to go crazy on her face, and go that much more at it; surprising me with a long suck and pull on my poor clitoris, and that was the Mother of all orgasms past as I bucked as hard as she'd allow me to, feeling the undulation and the flow from me into her mouth. Maybe it wasn't my blend of herbs and spices, the thought occured to me as I lay in her arms after I'd called her name and collapsed onto the cushion, spent for the final time. Maybe I had let her bite me and I didn't notice in the ecstasy, because that was the first time I had ever gushed on anyone's face in wave after wave, like an arterial wound pumps blood.
The aftershocks were still rocking through me when she came back up with her lips, ending where she began, and then she pulled away to take the throw blanket from the back of the couch and tuck it around me before she would cuddle with me nude. When I tried to move it in protest, she shook her head at me. "You're cold," she said matter-of-factly, "and the absence of garments helps you none."
She continued to kiss me, though now it was more like a wind down rather than teasing like before, and I sighed contentedly as she lay her head on my chest, her ear pressed against my heart, listening intently while it resumed its normal pulse. My fingertips explored her side and back as we lay together, and she also gave a sigh. "When it comes to beauty, Andrea, I have nothing on you," she whispered.