Page 17 of Saving Her Vampire
She stands slowly. When she is in front of me, looking down at me, I grip her hips. I turn her, so her back is to me, and pull her down. She sits stiffly, and surprisingly, I have to stifle a laugh.
“Relax,” I say. I press my hand on her stomach, urging her to lay back. Once she hits my chest, I drape her legs over my knees and widen my legs. “I want to touch you. Will you let me?”
“Yes,” she says eagerly.
“I want you to pick a word that will stop everything. A word that you wouldn’t normally say when we are together.” This encounter will be fairly innocent, but for the future I want her to be protected if she becomes uncomfortable or scared.
“Like a safe word?” she asks.
“Yes.”
She pauses thoughtfully. “Gardenias.”
“Gardenias?” She nods, her head rubbing my chest. “Gardenias it is. If you say that word, I will stop and we will talk about what happened and not continue until you agree.”
“Okay,” she whispers.
I slide my hands up her legs, caressing her soft skin. I’ve never felt anything so silky—her breath stutters when I reach the bottom of her hoodie. I don’t let that stop me as I glide underneath. Back and forth, I trail across her skin.
“I don’t care who hears you. I want you to make as much noise as you want. No one can see you. I would never let them.” I use my fingertips to draw circles on her inner thighs. “Give me your mouth.”
She’s so small, perched on my lap, she has to tilt her head back on my chest to offer me her mouth. I suck on her lips as my hands go higher. Call me a caveman, but having a woman that is so much smaller than me brings out my protective instincts. It makes me feel more powerful than any of my vampire abilities.
I tease the edge of her panties, barely grazing the skin underneath. I feel her gasp in my mouth. I lick her lips before pulling back. Her eyes are heavy with desire. I taste it in the air.
I watch her when I slip my fingers under the fabric. “I want to learn what you like,” I say softly. “But first, I’ll show you what I like.”
I spread her lips and the moisture gathered there. My fingers are coated with her desire. I tease her. Her eyes close, and she sinks into me just as I sink into her. She is small, tight, and wet. I encircle her waist with my other arm, banding her to me. I control her movement.
“Tell me. Does that feel good?” I ask, my breath whispering over her ear.
“Yes,” she moans.
“I can go slow,” I say, gliding in slowly. “Or I can go fast,” I add a finger and thrust quickly. “Or maybe, you want to control the speed.” I pull my fingers entirely out, and she groans in protest. “I choose the third option. I want you to ride my hand.”
I push all the way in but stop, leaving them still. “Please,” she begs.
“Ride them,” I growl harshly.
I loosen my arm at her waist. She gets the hint and thrusts her hips. Her hands clench on the arms of the chair. I use my thumb to rub her clit, circling slowly. I have to grit my teeth to stop myself from throwing her to the floor and fucking her. My cock is rock hard and ready to go.
Her whimpers get louder the closer she gets to orgasm. “Just like that, Marie,” I encourage her. “Fuck, your pussy feels so good. I can’t wait to get inside you.”
“Bash,” she gasps.
“Keep going,” I hiss. “Do you want more fingers?”
I take her jerky nod as a yes. I add another, stretching her further. I’m sure it added a bite of pain, and she loves it. I like a little pain with my sex, and it seems Marie will enjoy it also. That thought turns me on even more.
“Bash, more,” she begs.
“Stop,” I command. She follows my directions so nicely. “I’m going to take over, baby,” I tell her. “Do not move. You will take what I give you.” She nods.
I make her wait, enjoying her greedy anticipation. When the time is right, I thrust hard and don’t stop. She stays as still as she can, but I can tell it’s a struggle. She is trying so hard to please me and that makes me want her that much more.
“I can’t wait until I have you tied to my bed. You won’t be able to move. You will depend on me to give you want you need,” I whisper in her ear. “Fuck, I can’t wait. I want you on my cock so bad, baby,” I say roughly. I thrust my hips against her.
My words fuel her, and her hips jerk. I wish I had a camera out here so I could watch this back. If someone saw us, they would see nothing more than my hand under her hoodie; of course, the loud whimpers and groans would definitely give us away.