"I know you're up Emma. You're not snoring anymore."

"You ass, I do not snore." I said pushing my ass towards him.

"Do you think rubbing your naked ass on me is going to cause anything but more fun."

"Who say's I'm not trying to get that?"

I got up and ran to the bedroom Sean was in front of me in two strides, his big arms pulling me to him. I shook as I leant into him my breath uneven. He nuzzled my neck and that spice of mine enveloped him. His fangs punched down hard and he fisted my hair, bringing my face up to meet his. With a growl he took my lips in his. He wasn't gentle, wasn't soft. His lips slammed into mine, his fangs scraping my lips with a desperate need to possess me. I opened for him and his tongue slid into my welcome mouth , caressing, teasing, tasting.. He wanted me. Heaven help him he wanted me and he couldn't stop. I moaned as Sean's tongue speared into my mouth, hot and demanding. Tiny pinpricks of pain bloomed on my scalp as Sean pulled at my hair. If it were possible, our kiss deepened and I molded my body against his. I wound my arms around his massive shoulders. I had no choice. My knees were about to give out. My head spun .I shivered as Sean's arm snaked around the small of my back, his hand spreading downwards to the top of my bottom. He drove me even closer and I could feel his arousal pushing at me Jesus Christ he was big. The realization sent another tremor through me and I arched under the force of it, my fingernails digging into Sean's muscles to anchor myself the heat at my core blooming further. Sean drew himself away from my mouth, his nostrils flaring, his eyes glowing white hot. His voice was breathless, "I," was all he said. Yet I could hear the yearning in his words. My own voice had deserted me, my breathing hard. I moved my hand upwards and pierced his ruffled black hair with my fingers, pushing his unruly locks away from his stunning eyes. I searched his face, willing him to need me as much as he needed him. The way I looked at him made the blood roar around Sean's head and he picked me up like I weighed nothing. Collecting my little body in his arms he made his way towards the bed all but throwing me upon the thing. My brilliant brown eyes met his, and then dropped lower as I appraised him. His cock jumped as my eyes landed on him and then, Good God, I licked my lower lip. And then he was on me again. His hands roved over my pale skin wanting to feel all of me. He kissed my mouth again. His hand moved down my body and I arched into it, meeting his touches, my little moans spurring him on. His fingers burned the inside of my thigh and I shuddered. He kept going until he reached my pussy.

"Jesus Christ!" I yelled, I was so wet.

He bent to kiss my tight nipple and his middle finger slid inside all that delicious wetness.

"Oh God!" I moaned as I came up of the bed.

I watched amazed as the pink tip of Sean's tongue licked my breast. I was almost undone when he caught me watching and took me between his sharp teeth, teasing my tight nipple with just the right amount of pain. And all the time those brilliant blue eyes stared at me. And his hand at my core was relentless; slow then fast, circling me until he found my already sensitive clit. His first touch butterflied across my nub and I bucked against him. He stroked me slowly, but I was desperate for more. I moved against him, the heat coiling within me. His movements changed, his fingers adding more pressure as the strokes became faster until I couldn't take any more. Yet I couldn't find release. I wanted more. I needed more. As body my shook with something deep and unexplained, I moved my hands over Sean's corded muscles the back of his neck, his broad shoulders, down his spine and over his hip. Sean's blue eyes followed my hand as it dipped lower and I reveled in the hiss he gave as my hand found his erection. I fisted him, my hand too small to take all of him, moving up and down in slow deliberate movements. My thumb rubbed across the sensitive head and I smiled as Sean cursed. I repeated the movement, my breath hitching as I felt the silky feel of him. I would be the undoing of him. As my delicate hand stroked his cock, Sean knew this without a shadow of a doubt.

"Oh Christ," I did that thing again, rubbing the glossiness of his pre-cum around the tip of his cock with my thumb.

Another onslaught of that rich cinnamon aroma hit his senses, tightening things even further. His head snapped up and he met my eyes. Still wanting, still needing, Holy Shit. He had to get inside me. Now. As if he knew, I moved my thigh, allowing him access to what he really wanted. He knelt between my legs, and he almost stopped breathing as he stared at what I was giving him. Then the need hit him again. He leant over me and kissed me hard a his cock nudged at the entrance to my core. I returned the kiss, my hand spearing through his hair, the other snaking over his hip. He couldn't wait any longer. He was inside my in one hard thrust.

"Jesus you're so tight."

This is what I wanted. This is what I needed I thought as Sean drove himself into me. He wasn't gentle and I didn't want him to be, but the size of him still took my breath away. I understood what all the fuss was about. He filled me, stretched me and as his thrusts got deeper and I tightened around him, the feeling intensified. I found my own rhythm, meeting each thrust, taking everything he had to give me. I raised my leg higher and Sean gave a delicious moan as he drove deeper still. I felt his muscles bunching under my hands. His movements became harder, more powerful and I felt heat bursting within me as I tried to keep up.

Sean was at my ear, his fangs scraping my neck. "Come for me," he demanded.

My body went liquid with his words. Wave after wave of golden heat rolled through me until it blinded me. All I could feel was him. He was everywhere. I held on as long as I could until finally Sean lost his rhythm. I heard him call my name as he came in long shuddering bursts, his body bucking, his muscles beautifully corded beneath my hands. I took it all.