A steady stream of sunlight angling itself just right upon Ericka's eyes is what awakened the Van Helsing the following morning.
With a groggy yawn she made to rise, perhaps a bit too quickly as the sudden unfamiliar feel of aching muscles jolted into her system. She stilled once she'd sat up, allowing the sensation to dwell down a bit as the memories came flooding back of her night with Drac. The voluminous bedsheets; the abandoned swim garments on the floor; the throbbing ache between her legs…
A sudden snore from next to her snapped Ericka from her thoughts. She peered down, her heart fluttering at the sight of her vampire still slumbering in a contented state. He looked so peaceful, one arm hanging off the edge of the mattress and the other loosely draped around her waist. Ericka sighed softly, gently smoothing back the tousled hair and caressing the marble-like contour of his cheek. He was such a wonderful man to love... For him to bring her to heights of passion she'd never thought possible and to care for her even after all that had happened on the night of the cruise. He truly was a prince of darkness, and hardly deserving of a woman like her. But, he somehow found her worthy of his love nonetheless, and for that she was ever grateful.
As if sensing her gaze on him, Drac stirred some, turning over slightly before mumbling something incoherently in his sleep.
Ericka laughed softly, unable to help herself. Her boyfriend was just absolutely adorable when sleeping.
She watched as his lashes fluttered slightly, his mouth twitching as he shifted in his sleep to find a more comfortable position on the bed. Ericka smiled, reaching out a hand to stroke his rich black locks, caressing the strong jaw, tracing over the sharp collarbone at the base of his neck and lightly grazing over his built chest with her fingertips. Now that they were not in the frenzy of their previous activities, she could take the time to study him properly and fully appreciate every detail. And he really was a handsome man.
She continued trailing her fingers down the smooth planes of his body until she reached his abdomen, where they paused for a second at the sheets that covered his lower extremities. Ericka swallowed hard, feeling her own breath hitch in anticipation as she tentatively pulled them back a fraction to begin exposing the most notable part of him. Then another fraction. And another. Finally, she resorted to tugging the entire sheet off of themselves completely. His naked torso lay bare before her, pale skin contrasting with the rosy hue that hers held. Her eyes drifted over every feature in awe, and naturally gravitated towards his member which remained prominent atop his lean thighs. She marveled at its length, even in a boneless state, and blushed with the knowledge that somehow in someway it was actually inside of her last night. The flush in her cheeks continued to rise as she also knew that it would most certainly not be the last time either.
In a touch of boldness, she reached for it, sliding a finger up between his legs and lightly tracing the outline of his shaft. To her relief, he did not immediately react to what she would have figured to be like a ticklish sensation. In fact, he appeared completely unaware of it as he continued to sleep. She smiled and continued her exploration, adding more fingers until both of her hands encircled his length. She felt its firmness, the ridged texture of its surface and the smooth pink head that was at the tip once she drew the foreskin down. Still on the lookout for a reaction, she took her index finger and began to circle the tip with a featherlight touch. After about three or four passes with this, Ericka felt his body begin to stir beneath her. A deep groan emanated from his throat, almost sounding as if he were actually waking. She smiled and watched him continue to writhe underneath her fingertips. Her fingers continued tracing its length up and down a few times, the movements becoming a comfort to her after a little while and she found herself grinning wider at how responsive the Count was even as he dozed. He twitched and twisted a few times, and finally opened his drowsy eyes to look at her.
"Good morning," she whispered to him, feeling the cock harden in her grasp.
He smiled at her through half-lidded eyes. "Good morning indeed," he murmured back. "Although, I could still be dreaming…"
His words were punctuated by a low moan that sounded from his throat when she squeezed a little harder at him. She smirked at him in amusement.
"I wouldn't say you're dreaming, Count… but maybe you do need a little wakeup call."
Closing her eyes, she gently kissed the tip of his manhood, tasting the saltiness of sweat that had formulated on his skin. It surprised her to find that it was a pleasant taste, and she leaned down to kiss it again, wrapping her lips around the tip and gently sucking. Her hands in the meantime gently cupped the hanging parts of his manhood, tenderly fondling the weights and rolling them in her palm. She felt him shiver under her touch, and he moaned out his pleasure, head tossing back in ecstasy. The pale fingers of his left hand threaded into the curls of her hair, pushing her head forward and urging her mouth to take more from him. At first, she almost gagged as the end of his cock pushed against the back of her throat, but after a couple of seconds she got used to it and was able to hold him in. Ericka was surprised at her own boldness and knew that her old-school great-grandfather would probably think the idea of sucking off the Count was an act of pure madness. But then again, she had learned that he had in fact been wrong about a lot of things that he taught her. In actually undertaking the task, she found that it wasn't so bad. Similar to a popsicle if anything, the combination of his length and the coolness of his skin adding perfectly to the illusion. Only, he was her very own unique flavor. A musky, masculine taste that no other woman would have the pleasure of knowing. She could feel the erection begin to stiffen further within her cheeks, and she released him for a brief moment to aid it in coming to life. With several firm strokes, it was fully erect and ready for taking up residence inside her. But before she could resume the job, Dracula gripped her, turning her body around so that she had done a complete 180 with her head facing away from view of his. Her core now hovered directly over his face, and she blushed as she felt his breaths puff against it. She tried to turn around to see him, but his fingers interweaving into her hair gently guided her back to the task at hand. "Please, continue my love," he whispered. "And I will gladly return the favor."
She nodded, face redder than ever with a flush as she took him deeply again in a pumping rhythm. She nearly gagged again on his member at the unexpected, but anticipated, feel of his lips kissing her labia, gently caressing the slick wet folds with careful motion as his tongue slowly - excruciatingly - explored the pink tunnel. He gripped her thighs tighter as he lapped greedily at her walls with a rough tongue, making sure to tease the pearl that was her sensitive clit mercilessly with slow flicks before sucking on it. She released her lips from his member briefly as a whimper broke free from her throat. He was making it very difficult to continue her task. It only felt right to reward him for his actions, and so she made a stronger effort to continue bestowing her ministrations on him. Each lick upon her clit was met with an answering lick upon his cock. Each suckle within her walls was met with an equally fervent suckling upon his member. The feeling sent waves of pleasure through both their bodies, making the two moan loudly in unison. It was clear that neither was to last much longer. In a last ditch effort to prolong the pleasure, Ericka rolled the base of her tongue along his member once more, and sucked harder this time to bring him closer to climax. This seemed to do the trick, as his body jerked violently underneath hers and a strangled cry left his throat. Soon after the warm seed of his climax coated the inside of her mouth in a gushing stream. She swallowed down as much of its salty contents as she could manage, and allowed the rest to dribble down her chin and onto her hands. The sweet tang made her lips tingle with pleasure and she licked them for good measure. Her own release followed quickly after, an orgasm washing over her like a powerful tsunami wave as the spasms clenching at her insides finally gave way.
"Ohhhh... DRAC!"
Her voice carried through the room, accompanied by the last few raw gasps for air. As her breathing evened out, she felt herself being lifted off of her lover, and heard soft murmurs of praise as he laid her on her back on the bed next to him. She barely had a moment to relax before his mouth descended on hers again, kissing her fiercely yet tenderly. He pulled away slowly from their kiss, looking intently into her eyes.
"I don't know how you do it," he said, trailing his thumb along her jawline, "but you're absolutely incredible."
Ericka smiled shyly at him with a shrug. "I guess…"
He chuckled softly in response. "You don't even know how amazing you are, do you?"
Before she could respond, his mouth claimed hers again. And just like always, she surrendered to him wholeheartedly. Laying back against the soft mattress and rolling him atop her, they naturally assumed the position of lovers. It helped, of course, that she was already wet with arousal. And despite the subdued state of his member, it was quite easily restored to its rigid stance. From there it was a simple matter to continue the passionate exchange from the night prior. The heat, the ecstacy, the feeling of him between her legs… all that, combined with the fact that Ericka had no prior experience, made it incredibly difficult to hold herself back.
And it was just the way she liked it.