The Continuation of Hold Back The Dawn Chapter 7
The second part of my airplane trip was not exactly like the first.
I was sitting in FIRST CLASS seating when I left Shreveport and all the way through my trip. But 'first class' had not looked the same on the little plane that took me from Shreveport to Birmingham. There really was not anything special on the first plane. Except I was sitting in front with maybe six other first~class passengers. I mean…it was nice. But no 'wow' factor.
But the second airplane, leaving Birmingham, blew my mind! It was so much larger! The plane had an upstairs and a huge bar! Longer than Sam's bar at Merlotte's! There were three aisles. And the middle seats were every bit as plush and comfy as all the rest. The galley kitchen was enormous, too. I sneaked a peek at it. And I still wonder how can such a huge piece of machinery, with everything in it, ever get off the ground? It's incredible to think about it. Aero~dynamics is one of the many things in life that will always mystify me!
When the flight attendant first looked at my boarding pass, she smiled at me. Then she directed me to my left and I walked through the divider of long, purple velvet curtains at the front of the plane. This separated the FIRST CLASS seating section from the rest of the passengers in back. There was alot more first class seating on the second airplane.
I was so happy to find I had a window seat this time. Ironically, I was in Seat B~12.
I had to laugh to myself. I hadn't taken a B-12 capsule [the vitamin that Bill had asked me to take to replenish the Iron in my blood] for quite some time now. I made a mental note to share this funny little coincidence with Bill. He will enjoy that, too.
Just one of many things that I could not wait to share with Bill. I was still reeling, just knowing that we would have a whole week together in New York City. Even as I was on my journey, it still seemed surreal that I was even doing this! Leaving Bon Temps and flying to New York… Although, part of me was still thinking about the worried look on Tara's face in Shreveport. I guess she would always worry about me. But I didn't have time or inclination to focus on anything from the past now. I was on my way into the unknown. I was so excited.
The seating was definitely more spacious on my connecting flight. Quite a lot of room to stretch. And the passengers looked more cosmopolitan, like they were from different places. Not just the South. My excitement continued to build, just looking around at all the other passengers. Soon, the second plane in Birmingham, was taking off, we were into the air! I had been slightly concerned about making my connecting flight. But when the plane started ascending upward, I knew the next stop would be NYC and I would run into Bill's arms very soon. I was beyond just happy.
A few minutes later, the NO SEAT BELT sign was turned on and the plane soared into the sky, and into my furture, heading towards New York City. And my spirits soared with it!
I looked around at a few of the other FIRST~CLASS passengers. Business travelers, surely. One man, who seemed to be of Japanese descent, stayed on his cell phone practically the entire flight. I listened in on his thoughts. Seemed he was speaking Japanese in his head and I could not understand it. A woman who looked to be in her forties, dressed very well in a tailored suit and spectator pumps. She constantly checked her Blackberry. She was thinking about her sick grandfather, hoping to get to the hospital before visiting hours were over. I too, was hoping she made it in time.
And there was another man seated near me, who looked to be close to my age. He had spiked up, platinum-blond hair, dark shades, a short leather jacket. He kept his shades on, his head back against the chair pillow with earphones. He seemed totally bored. I read his thoughts. He was a costume designer and he had just come back from fashion shows in Birmingham and Atlanta. He was exhausted by his flying schedule and he just wanted to get some sleep. He kept the earphones in his ear for the entire flight. I never saw him move out of that position. I guessed people who fly back and forth for a living, just don't think getting on an airplane is a big deal anymore. But it's not something I do every day. Or every week. I was excited while flying to Dallas a few months ago. And I was very excited while flying to New York City.
I had not eaten anything since breakfast that day. And then, it had only been a cup of coffee and some toast with jelly. I couldn't eat a thing.
They served us a scrumptious early dinner in FIRST~CLASS on the second flight. The dinner menu was like nothing in coach. Oysters on the half-shell with hot sauce and lemon. Baked potato with sour cream and chives. Steamed broccoli with shallots and slivered almonds. And for dessert we had a choice of a generous slice of seven-layer chocolate cake with chocolate drizzle or an egg custard tart with fresh strawberries.
I could not resist the seven~layer chocolate cake!
Here again, it was as if Bill was taking care of me and remembering that I needed to eat! Bill was certainly making sure that I had had a wonderful culinary experience in FIRST~CLASS. I could have had wine or a mixed drink afterward. But I just asked the flight attendant for a bottled water. I did not want anything… nothing to interfere or impair the moment when I arrived at La Guardia Aiport and I saw Bill. I wanted to remember everything, this whole experience with a clear head.
Every minute, every mile in the sky was bringing me closer and closer to my love. My mind went round in circles thinking of random moments that me and Bill had shared together. I could hardly wait to see him again. To look deeply into Bill's eyes. To hold him. To make love to him. I needed him so much. I needed his strength. His reassurance that everything was going to be fine with us. That we would continue to make our relationship work and make it only grow stronger with the passing of time. I knew Bill and I could do that, against all the odds. It wasn't just about Bill being a vampire and me being mortal. Bill and I had something electric. Something so rare in this world. I knew that our love for one another could make anything possible. That we are soul mates.
But I also knew there was so much we needed to talk about . So much unfinished business between us. Business of the loving kind. We had been torn apart once. And we needed to talk about that. And we needed to talk about our future together.
Seven days was not enough time, I realized that. It could never be enough. But I was so grateful for this time with Bill. Grateful that Bill had asked me to join him!
After an hour or so, I looked at my watch. The sky was beginning to slowly lose the daylight.
Six-forty-five. We were to arrive at 7:05 pm. New York Eastern Time. Before we touched down, I was starting to wonder about so many things. I wondered where Bill had been resting during the day? I wondered where was he living? I knew he was staying in a hotel, but that's all he had shared with me during one of our cell conversations. Had Bill told anyone I was coming to stay with him for a week? I surprised myself that I had never thought about these questions just until now.
As we approached during the final thirty minutes of the flight, the airplane started banking to the left and I was aware that we were flying over water. It was becoming twilight. I pressed my nose against the window glass to try and further my view. The sun was almost behind the plane, nearly out of sight. It was a huge orange ball hanging low in the sky, leaving a double-exposure of itself across the shimmering water of the river.
Then, without warning, the majestic Statute of Liberty came into full view! It was so unexpected, I caught my breath in my throat. She was magnificent to the naked eye! Her face so real. Her crown just awesome! More wondrous than I had ever imagined.
I watched her, as the airplane changed direction and turned slowly to the right, as if the pilot was giving us a birds-eye view, circling round this time-honored landmark. He was allowing us to enjoy watching it. I was just so proud to be an American right then.
And I thought to myself, all of this and Bill Compton, too!
We glided past Staten Island, the sun slowly sinking down into the western sky until it hid deep among the tall skyscrapers in Manhattan. The sun went down and the lights in all the buildings came up! The lights twinkled from the last burst of light from the sun. All along the many tall buildings the light reflected across the miles and miles of cityscape.
I could not believe it! I had finally arrived in New York City!
I shivered with the knowledge that somewhere in the airport terminal, Bill was waiting for me. Of course, everything seemed to start moving in slow motion now. Everything seemed painfully slow. The captain came over the intercom. He welcomed everybody to Manhattan. He hoped that we enjoyed our stay in New York City. He instructed us about how/where/when we should get our carry~on luggage and remain seated until the flight attendants tell us to stand. The plane should be at a complete stop before we …blah…blah…blah… I was just so ready to get off that plane!
We brought our seats to the upright positions. Everyone was scrambling for their things and preparing to leave the airbus. The engines slowed. The plane started descending.
In the next five minutes, I felt the wheels touch down and steady on the runway.
Everyone started standing up, grabbing their overhead and carry-on luggage pieces. We began to slowly filed out of the airplane.
Thank God, I was in first class. I don't think I could have waited much longer to get off the plane! My heart was pounding as we shuffled out into the long makeshift hallway that took us into the HUGE terminal area. I could not believe my eyes at La Guardia Airport. It seemed that everybody who lived in Bon Temps could have fit into that terminal. It was enormous. But someone said, it was not even as big as JFK International. There were people everywhere. Every square inch of space.
I secured my carry-on bag over my shoulder. Everyone was looking around for their loved ones or people that were there to give them a ride. All the hustle and bustle was very distraction for me, at first. I watched as people ran up together and hugged. People called each other's names. I caught snatches of conversations all around me. There was laughter. There were tears and shouting going on. I looked through people and around people and over the thongs of people standing there as we kept moving forward with tiny steps on top of each other…walking...walking… trying to find a clearing. I searched for Bill's face in the crowd. LaGuardia was a sea of unknown faces. Bill knew my flight number.
I looked at my watch. 7:22 p.m. Any moment, I expected to see Bill's beautiful smile.
His beautiful blue eyes looking at me…
Then… I saw it. Someone holding a white sign with my name printed in huge black lettering:
MISS STACKHOUSE
Momentarily, I was stunned to see it. And the fact that I had never seen this person before who was holding up this sign with my name printed on it. I walked up to him.
"I~ I'm Sookie Stackhouse," I said, pointing to myself in confusion.
"Miss Stackhouse?" he blinked at me, lowered the sign a bit;" Are you Miss Stackhouse?"
"Yes," I said, as I was being pushed ahead a little by some people still moving behind me.
"Welcome to New York, Miss Stackhouse!" He smiled broadly at me then. "My name is Carl, Miss. Mr. Compton has sent a limousine for you, to take you to the hotel, Miss Stackhouse. Mr. Compton sends his deepest apologies, Miss. He most definitely wanted to meet you here himself. But unfortunately he was called away, at the last moment, on business. He was so very disappointed, Miss Stackhouse. The limo is just out front…"
I hesitated. I was trying to process that Bill was not there. I was not going to see Bill just then. And I was trying to process Carl's words above the noisy terminal. I was a little wary, given the things that had happened to me in the past. I couldn't help but be disappointed, as well. No Bill. "Are you a vampire?" I asked, stupidly.
"No, Miss," he said, smiling; "I'm as human as you are." Carl reached for my carry~on.
That did not reassure me. He looked to be a little older than me, in his mid-thirties, dark hair, a cleft in his chin. I finally noticed he was dressed in a chauffeur's outfit. But no hat.
I went ahead and read his mind: *Damn, Mr. Compton is going to be so mad at me if his girlfriend doesn't get to the hotel, like now! He was so frustrated with his sudden meeting. She's very suspicious. What can I do to convince her that I'm legit? Oh, sh!t!*
I breathed a sigh of relief. "O.k. Carl, I believe you! Let's go," I said.
Carl was relieved as well. "Thank you. Right this way, Miss," Carl said. "I'll get the rest of your luggage first."
I followed him through the airport almost having to take eighteen inch steps to keep up with him. We stopped momentarily at the Baggage Claim area. When we finally got outside the airport, the limo was big enough for ten people. And I'm sure on an ordinary night in New York, that 's exactly how many people who were shuffled in and out to the airport and back in it. But this was no ordinary trip to the airport. And this was no ordinary night. Not for me, anyway. Carl had retrieved the rest of my luggage at the Claim Check and while I waited inside the limo, he deposited my other luggage pieces in the trunk. I sat there almost numb. So let down by the fact that Bill had not met me when I exited the airplane. I knew Bill's meeting had to be very unexpected. But, soon Carl the limo driver and I were winding our way out of the maze of the terminal and the limo was onto the streets of New York. I needed to get past the disappointment. Everything in New York was not going to be the way I imagined it, I thought. I wasn't going to let that ruin our first evening together in over a month. It must have been something very urgent that Bill could not have avoided. As I peered out the limo window, my cell phone rang.
"Sookie?" I was so glad to hear his voice.
"Hey! I'm here!"
"Forgive me, sweetheart, " Bill said; "I could not avoid this meeting. I'm still in it. Where are you?"
"In the limo with Carl, of course." I hoped I sounded upbeat. "Cruising through the streets of New York City…"
"Alright. Good. I'm so glad you are here, Sookie," Bill's voice was very low and quiet; "The hotel is only thirty minutes from the airport. I will be there as soon as I can."
I could tell he was trying to keep his voice down. I could hear people talking in the background.
"Sookie, McBee, my personal assistant, will see to all of your needs. He should be there in my suite of rooms when you arrive. Anything you want or need, McBee will get it for you, Sookie. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, Bill. I can't wait to see you."
"And I cannot wait to hold you, my darling" Bill said, his voice dropping to a whisper; "I'm sorry…I have to go..."
"O.k., " I said; "I love you… you can make it up to me later."
"I certainly will. Bye."
He hung up. I sighed, staring out the window of the limo. There was a glass between me and Carl. I pushed the intercom button located on the arm-rest.
"Yes, Miss? Did you want something?" Carl said, his eyes looking up at me in the rearview mirror.
"Yes, Carl. What's the name of the hotel where Mr. Compton is stayin'?"
"It's called The Sanctuary, Miss. It's a vampire hotel. We are very nearly there. It's a subsidiary of the Waldorf Astoria, actually. The Waldorf is just across the avenue. It was built two years ago. Very fine accommodations, Miss."
"Oh. I see. Thank you, Carl."
"Are you finding everything to your liking back there, Miss?"
"Yes, everything is great, Carl ...thanks."
I looked around the spacious inside of the limo. There was a bottle of champagne and chocolate truffles on a tray. Water. Pomegranate and orange juice. A built~in television. Stereo. A DVD player. A laptop.
Nothing I wanted.
All I wanted now was Bill Compton.
When we arrived at the hotel, I looked across the street and saw the legendary Waldorf Astoria. It was a landmark too. I had seen it in so many different Hollywood movies. But it didn't have light-locked rooms for vampires. So they must have built The Sanctuary after the Great Revelation, when the vampires decided to come out of their coffins and announce to the world that they intended to start 'mainstreaming' into society. Carl said The Sanctuary was only two years old. From the outside, it looked very similar to the Waldorf. Carl was leaving me after he retrieved my luggage and showed me into the lobby of the vampire hotel. I learned that Carl had further instructions from Bill.
I was delivered into the capable hands of the hotel concierge, Mr. Emery. He is a vampire so I could not read his thoughts.
"Well, good evening! Very good evening to you, Miss Stackhouse! It is Mr. Compton's express wish that I personally escort you up to his suite of rooms, Miss Stackhouse," he said, very graciously. He was dressed in a dark~blue, tailored pinstriped suit. He had a very bushy mustache and blue eyes, the same shade as Bill's.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Emery," I smiled back at him.
The hotel may have only been a couple of years old, but the decor was as if it had been carved out of the 1930s. It was opulent. no expense to look like the real thing from a gone~by era of luxury. Brass railings. Oriental rugs. Crown moldings.
The ornate scrolling at the top of the twenty-foot ceilings in the lobby, reminded me of an old movie house.
Yes, Bill would feel very comfortable here, I thought.
When Mr. Emery and I entered one of the hotel elevators, we were not alone. There was a gentleman, a very large gentleman who was a big as he was tall. He stepped into the elevator after us. He greeted us with a tight-lipped nod of his head. No smile. I nodded back as the elevator doors closed.
He was dressed in military clothing, but not of our country. Some foreign persuasion. A military type hat, too. Khaki-colored jacket and trousers and at least eleven million medals on this jacket! He couldn't be a vampire, I thought, surely not!
*These vampires! with their blasted whores and fang~bangers! These prostitutes should NOT be using the guests elevators! Not at all! I'm going to speak to the management about this! *
I had read the military man's mind before I had realized it. And at that moment I wished I had not! His thoughts were coming through, loud and clear. I couldn't help but turn and eye-ball him the entire time we were in the elevator. I was livid that he had the temerity to think I was a prostitute! It took everything in me to hold my tongue! I didn't know who he was. If he knew Bill or not. Was he a member of the AVL? I did not know who any of these people where, that I might meet. I did not want to start any trouble, so I just bit off my tongue. I knew I had better not let anyone know about my telepathy. The military ass hole left us at Floor 8, but we continued up to Floor 12.
Mr. Emery safely delivered me to Bill's 'suite of rooms,' as they called it. I tried to tip him, but Mr. Emery wouldn't hear of it. He rang the doorbell, which was aside the door frame. I thought it odd that a hotel suite had a doorbell. Of course, there were many things I had never seen before. And probably would see a lot more in New York that week, I thought to myself.
The door opened and a little man with a red face, and a red tuft of hair springing from the top of his head, greeted me warmly. It seemed he had a British accent.
"Miss Stackhouse, welcome...welcome! My name is McBee, Miss. And I am Mr. Compton's man, as we say. I rather take care of him. Please, please, do come in. We are so pleased that you are here. How was your flight, Miss? Very good, I trust, Miss? " McBee said, smiling at me. I had to look down at him. He was shorter than me. He could not be 5 feet. He was wearing a black suit, white shirt and a plaid red, white and green vest. But the most striking thing about him was his flaming red hair.
"Hello! Thank you. Yes. My flights were fine," I said, trying to answer all of his questions at once; " Is it …Mr.. McBee?"
"Oh no, Miss. Just McBee. My given name is Arthur. But it's just McBee, Miss," he said, while taking everything I was carrying away from me; "Oh, Miss...Mr. Compton will be so pleased. He has been so anxious for your arrival. I have everything ready for you, Miss. If you need anything, you have only to ask."
"Thank you, McBee. I hope Bill will be here soon," I said.
"Yes. Mr. Compton was very upset that he could not meet you at LaGuardia himself. Very, very disappointed. It was a terribly urgent matter that took him away at the very last moment before your plane was to arrive. It was very much an unplanned trip, Miss."
"Thank you," I said. McBee was so nice to me. I hated to read his thoughts...but I just had to know. Not for my sake. But I needed to know if Bill had people around him, close to him, that he could trust. I could not imagine living up here in New York City, as long as Bill has, with all these strange people, and not knowing who he could count on.
*Did Mr. Compton say anything about her age to me? She seems very young... although, she is very pretty...and seems very sweet. I can see why he has fallen in love with her. He's missed her terribly, God knows, that's been abundantly clear! I sincerely hope he can trust her...*
I laughed out loud after reading McBee's thoughts.
"Is everything alright, Miss?" McBee asked.
"Yes. everything is just fine, McBee."
"Please, let me show you to Mr. Compton's private rooms, then. You must be tired from your long journey here from Louisiana. Quite the journey, I can imagine. No doubt, you are very much wanting to relax now and freshen up a bit," Mc Bee said.
"That sounds great, McBee. I would, thanks."
McBee walked in front of me. I followed him. Bill had a nice sized living quarters.
Foyer. Living~room. A dining~room. A long hall. It was a full apartment and then some. Very spacious for just one person. We turned down a hallway to the right. McBee opened a pair of double doors. It was Bill's bedroom. Huge. The room was done in cream and lavender with black accents. A King-sized bed with an embroidered duvet. The master-bath was to the right and there were long, fifteen-foot high windows. I saw a balcony over-looking the street below.
"Oh, McBee! This is absolutely lovely!" I said.
"Yes, Mr. Compton has a lovely suite. One of the best at The Sanctuary. Mr. Compton wanted everything perfect for you, Miss. I hope I shall do everything to your satisfaction," he said; "When the rest of your luggage arrives, I will leave it just outside the bedroom door, so you will not be disturbed, Miss. "
"Thank you, McBee. You are so kind."
"It is my pleasure to serve you, Miss. You and Mr. Compton, both. Please, if you require anything, anything at all, just let me know and I will attend to it, at once."
"I will..." I said.
No way, was I used to being waited on like this. I was used to doing the waiting on other people at Merlotte's. This felt so strange. Strange but wonderful.
With that, McBee shut the double doors and I was alone. In Bill's bedroom. In New York City. It was almost nine o'clock.
I had not yet laid eyes on William Thomas Compton.
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I took a long hot bath in the fancy ivory tub. I laid back into some luxurious, creamy bubbles provided by The Sanctuary Pearls Collection of bath soaps that I found on the marble sink. I washed my hair with the hotel shampoo. And I slathered on the sweet~scented hotel lotion all over me after I dried myself off. Bill always said, I did not need any perfumes or lotion on my skin. Bill said, I already smelled so sweet to him. Of course, he would say that. What does he know? He's a man in love! I hoped that Bill would join me soon.
With every passing hour, I only missed him more.
I put on one of The Sanctuary's plush terry hotel robes. Bill had two of them hung behind the bathroom door. A white one. And a tan~colored one. I wrapped myself in the white terry. I crossed the room and peekded outside the double doors. My luggage had finally arrived! I pulled everything inside the bedroom and got out my own hair-dryer.
I blew my hair dry. Later, I walked out barefoot onto the balcony and listened to the sounds of the big city. Taxi cabs were racing up and down the boulevard in front of the hotel. Horns blowing in the darkness. In the far distance I could see the outline of The Empire State Building! Maybe I would have a chance to go there. With Bill.
Bill. What in the hell are you doing? And why is it taking so long? It had only been 120 minutes since I got to the hotel. But it seemed a lot longer when you are waiting for someone to arrive.
I never cared too know much about 'vampire business,' before. Or the American Vampire League. But shit. This stuff was really taking up a lot of Bill's time, today of all days. It was taking up my vacation time with Bill. I didn't want to think negatively about it, but Bill had said he thought is was a good time for me to join him in New York. Now I was starting to wonder. Maybe...I should not have come, after all. I hated to think it but, maybe, I'm just in Bill's way up here. I thought again of Tara, standing there in the airport looking at me, as if I was making a colossal mistake.
I turned away from the bright lights of the boulevard and the balcony and slowly walked back inside. I was getting tired after that long, relaxing bath. I plopped down onto Bill's bed. I thought maybe Bill would call me again but he didn't. I took off the terry robe, getting underneath the sheet, naked. I didn't bother unpacking one of my shorty gowns or t~shirts. I had spent so much money on new underwear, and I did not give a second thought to sleepwear. T~shirts were just fine. It didn't matter to Bill anyway. I settled into my vampire's bed.
After two airplane rides, a huge dinner on the plane, all the excitement of coming to New York City, and a nice hot bath… I soon fell right to sleep in those satin sheets.
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I had no idea how long I had slept. Did not know what time it was, when I felt the mattress move back and forth, slightly. I was lying on my left side, as I felt his cool, sure hand come down across my right arm and between my breasts. Then descend to my navel and stop.
His right thigh came across both my legs and I realized that he was naked, too. The hairs on his thigh and lower leg felt curiously comforting as he raised and lowered his leg, just enjoying the smoothness of my hip. I could feel his manhood, hard as the ivory of the tub, nudging the cleft in my bottom and his other hand gently stroked the back of my neck, then my shoulder and down my spine. I turned slightly towards him and drew his mouth down to mine, taking my tongue between his teeth, trying to turn to face him, but his thigh over my thigh made it impossible. We continued to kiss for a moment, just like that, his hand going back up to my breasts, where his fingers played with each of my nipples until they were hard and feeling slightly sore and that heavy feeling loomed between my legs. I sucked his bottom lip, my entire body was begging for his touch.
Finally I pulled my mouth away, placing my hand over his, to stop his exploration.
"What took you so long, Bill Compton?" I murmured, my eyes still half shut and drowsy.
"What a beautiful surprise to come home to," Bill whispered into my left ear. "I am so sorry, baby…I had to go all the way to the Village . Last minute AVL… I could not get out of it. You know I tried. Sookie... are you really here? In my bed? Naked? Heyyy…come here…"
Bill squeezed me and playfully bit my ear.
I giggled. "Hey...I'm really, really here. No more phone sex."
"No more phone sex," Bill repeated. " My body aches for you…"
We kissed again. The lightning of desire forked through my body. My need for him, overwhelming all my other senses. He fastened his mouth over mine and we began to french kiss, deeply. I was almost purring through each and every kiss Bill gave me. It was as if we had not been together in a year instead of just a month. Seemed like forever. Bill's arms loosened a little, he dropped his thigh, so I could turn fully towards him and we could enjoy each other's bodies even more.
Bill bent his head and took my nipple into his mouth, tugging, pulling, sucking. HIs lips on my nipple feeling so deliciously good. He opened his mouth slightly, swirled his tongue around it, my nipple becoming hard like a little cherry stone. My little breasts grew heavy with need, wanting more of his attention. My hand reached up, touched his face, his chin. Bill softly but greedily kissed each of my fingers, then separating each one, he drew each finger into his mouth! He sucked each one of my fingers, slowly, deliberately as he looked into my eyes. I could feel the tightening in my belly, the pronounced aching between my thighs.
He moved his body up slightly as I brought my hand down across his hip. Bill looked into my eyes.
"All the nights we've been apart, Sookie...I have missed you, my sweetheart. I've thought of you every day and every night. Your luscious body, your beautiful hair.…" He played with my hair, pulling his fingers through it. "God. Your big brown eyes. Everything about you…I've tried to keep my focus on what I am here to do. But, Sookie, it's been so difficult to say the least. All I want is you, Sookie...and what we have together. "
Bill pulled my close to him again, our lips meeting in an urgent kiss. Gently at first, then more fiercely as our passion for one another built. My mouth softened underneath Bill's, yielding, giving, until the kiss seemed without either beginning or end. His lips traveled down, over my throat, in tiny kisses. I wanted him to bite me then. I did not want to wait.
"I am going to lick every blessed inch of you, Sookie." I heard Bill whisper; "…and then, I am going to make glorious love to you...until you beg me to stop."
I kissed him quickly, breathlessly. "I am goin' to give you me, Bill Compton…and I will never beg you to stop …"
Bill growled low in his throat and his fangs snapped out! He moved his body, pulling me further beneath him with his sure and irresistible vampire strength, until I was flat on my back. He came down across me, his entire body rising upward. He started at my forehead. He kissed and licked me, his tongue neither wet nor dry, traveling to the side, along my temple, then my cheek, down the hollow between my neck and shoulder. Then back up again, his tongue coming down the other side. Bill took his time. His manhood pressed in firmly against my tummy. He circled each breast, lapping under my breasts. It seemed to me his tongue did not miss one inch of my skin as he adored me. He relished in every square inch of me.
Back to my shoulder blades, the outside of my arms. He mimicked tiny bites along the way…my arms, my elbows, then licking and kissing, back to my torso, the valley between my breasts and under my navel. I lay there, trying to keep my eyes open. But Bill was making me feel so good, it was difficult not to shut my eyes. I concentrated on every movement of his tongue. Every kiss from his lips.
He bit the hair on my mons, then out to my hips and back in again. Down the front of my thighs, he made long, languid licks with his tongue, like an animal enjoying his prey. I knew Bill was enjoying me and I was enjoying his mouth!
He motioned for me to roll over on my tummy. He smoothed my hair away from my neck. I felt his body come down over me as he kissed and sucked and licked my back, his manhood touching my bottom. He deliberately pointed his tongue and went right down the center of my spine, giving me a deliciously wanton sensation. I moved my head away from the pillow and lay flat, my ear to the mattress. So sensual, so intimate, all of the attention that Bill gave to me. It was actually shocking how wonderful it felt, being licked from head to toe. He licked my bottom, the backs of my thighs, my calves and each heel, ending with kisses there, too. I cried out for more! And Bill assured me…more was coming.
When I beckoned me to turn to lie on my back again, Bill pushed up my legs, so my feet were flat upon the bed, my knees in the air. He went down to my toes. Slowly, slowly his tongue moved over each of my toes. He paid attention to each, sucking each in turn. Back to each calf, as he pulled me up and forward, my legs across his shoulders. By then, I wanted Bill so badly. His hands came up to cup my breasts as I waited for his tongue to delve deep inside me. Bill salved me up, his tongue striking again and again inside me.
I screamed as he sucked and pulled at his hidden treasure. My hands went into his head and I grabbed handfuls of his hair as he completely devoured me! Momentarily, Bill lifted his head only to push my legs further apart, then he buried his face against me again, his tongue opening me fully. I came so hard as his tongue did the work and mastered me, unhinged me completely into a frenzy of pleasure. Then Bill reached for the shadowed inside of my thigh, my femoral artery, his thumbs still inside me. He bared his fangs and bit me there. I moaned as he sucked and pulled my flesh to drink my blood! Drink me! My hands went still, holding him there as he fed on me. With my fresh, warm blood still in his mouth, he tongued my pleasure bud again. Kissing my wet sheath, the tip of his tongue circling and seeking, relentlessly probing inside me.
Bill was not just inside my body, he was inside my soul. This was the unusual madness that we enjoyed together. The thing the vampire needs. The thing I never wanted to stop giving him. I could never again live without it. The blood and the sex and the myriad of frenzied sensations that bonded us together in the love we have for one another. I thrashed and writhed, undulated shamelessly beneath his incredible mouth. He held me there on top of a wave, until I could not stand it anymore, my body giving itself over to all that Bill had demanded of me. He demanded that I feel utter rapture-and I did!
My passion culminated into mindless spasms, the wave cresting again and again. I pulled Bill's lips closely against me, my sheath ballooning, aching, throbbing with an indescribable intensity. Bill pulled his tongue away and before I could protest, he was moving me at vamp speed, sitting against the headboard, his back supported there. I straddled him and cloaked his hard cylinder with my already hot juices. I sat across his thighs and took him straight inside me, his manhood sweeping up my channel, filling me completely.
We started rocking together, kissing again...I groaned at the sheer girth of him, but my body was more than ready to accept him. For a moment we stopped moving, stopped kissing. Our foreheads together, I held Bill round his neck, his hands cradled my lower back, my toes were stationary under part of the headboard. I leaned into him, as he listened to the pounding of my heartbeat.
"You mean...everything to me," Bill said as we looked into each other's eyes. I cradled his face with my hands.
"If I could live an eternity..." I whispered; "I couldn't love you anymore than I do right now, Bill. Right now..."
Bill curved his hands under my bottom, we kissed and we rhythmically moved in time, my sheath up and down along his shaft. I held on to him, moaning as the tiny bursts of pain and pleasure mingled together. I was back over the edge in no time. Only this time we went there together. Bill opened his mouth and I gently licked his fangs. Carefully, deeply we kissed ,his passion overtaking him as he sought his final pleasure. I leaned into him, pressing my hips down, holding myself firmly along his rod. Bill moaned his pleasure. I loved to satisfy him, too. I turned my neck to one side, encouraging him to bite me again. Bill's fangs went sharply into my throat. I rose up on my knees, as his penetration was so deep and I was so sensitive, after coming already.
We held each other, embracing each other tightly, Bill's fangs deep inside my neck. He clung to me, held me closer to him as he drank my blood. I kissed his earlobe, not wanting to ever let him go. Not ever.
Some time during the night, before first light, Bill had got up and he closed the heavy light~tight panels located along the walls. They covered the windows and the balcony for the daylight hours. Not one tiny sliver of daylight could penetrate those panels when they were locked in place. The master bedroom remained dark and cool and completely silent.
I knew Bill and I would make love again, right into the dawn. I would skip breakfast.
While I was in New York with Bill, I just might live as a vampire.
[End of Chapter 7.….To Be Continued…..]