“Some couples like it. Pleasurable. I don’t know, but I have a friend, Robbie. I’d like you to meet him one day. He’s like me.”
“How did that happen? What about the neighborhood watch?” Sophie felt her easy, snuggly feelings evaporating.
“Mr. Minegold? The guy who saved me? He saved Robbie, too. Not from a trampy vampire, from cancer. Robbie was dying and he didn’t want to go. I’m glad he didn’t. Anyway, he and his girlfriend, Charlotte, like it. When I went home for Thanksgiving, I helped them move into their new apartment and I noticed the bites on her neck when she was moving some boxes. I also told him I met someone and he started telling me things. Um. Personal things he thought maybe I ought to know if I were dating a human. ‘Cause Charlotte’s a human. Um.” He coughed nervously. “Sorry. Can we leave it at ‘I don’t bite’?”
“Absolutely.”
Slowly the peaceful feeling returned and Sophie noticed that even though both of them were unnaturally cool to the touch, together they seemed to create heat. He nuzzled his cheek to her shoulder, a big cat marking its owner. She laughed and rolled to face him, nuzzling her cheek to his until they were kissing.
“Do you— want to— keep things light?” Sophie asked between ever-intensifying kisses, her breath stolen in long, searing sweeps of his tongue.
“No. I want anything you want, everything you want,” Jesse hurriedly confessed, pulling her closer to his chest.
There was no room to go, Sophie realized, plastering herself to him. One of her legs pushed up over his hip and he moaned.
His moans went into her skin like beams of light, creating a warm glow inside of her. Warmth that turned to heat. That made her feel like she was burning, melting from the inside out. “Oh, God, Jesse,” she moaned as his lips found her neck.
“Baby.” His hand ran slowly over her back, pressing in firmly as if he could find some switch under the skin.
“Ooooh.” She arched into his touch, which meant her breasts pushed up, small soft peaks in his face. Her moan turned into a gasp as he put his mouth over her aching nipple, sucking the fabric on her shirt and bra as well as her skin. He mouthed one, then the other.
Sophie felt a jolt from her nipples to her pussy, her soaking, tight pussy. She twisted in pleasure, grating the seam of her jeans to her throbbing clit. She wanted to rub herself, but hesitated, uncertain.
Jesse solved the problem. “Please, can I touch you? Wherever you like to be touched?”
“Only if I touch you, too,” she half-sobbed in relief.
“You don’t have to.”
“I want to. I want to feel you and love you, and kiss you,” she panted, not caring if she sounded demanding or silly. “That’s what I want.”
“I love you. I’m more in love with you every second,” Jesse easily shrugged his gray tee shirt off over his head.
Sophie had to swallow repeatedly, mainly to hold in her salivation. Jesse’s face was beautiful, sculpted in living alabaster. His body had apparently been carved out of marble, too. His white torso had rippling abs and long lines of sinewy muscle with faint blue veins dancing across them. They lead to a soft crest of dark hair that began a little above his navel and led to a hard bulge.
“It’s too hot in here,” Sophie whimpered, tugging at her sweater clumsily. Jesse rescued her from it with a soft laugh.
“Says my fiery goddess. Cold fire. Dark fire. Fuck, Sophie, you’re something out of dreams, don’t you know that? No wonder people stare. How could they not?” Jesse’s jaw flexed as she shyly dropped her bra and swung her hair back before she reclined. Her breasts were snowy goblets with a wine-red cherry on top, her body one smooth, satiny sheet until the denim broke up the landscape. He bent and captured one breast gently, little kisses that turned into engulfing sucks until she was whimpering in pleasure and digging her hands into his neck and shoulders. He slipped his fingers under the button on her jeans and undid it, sliding the zipper down by default as his knuckles worked inside the fabric, searching for her sweet center.
Sophie tensed for a moment as she felt his fingers caressing her. She thought he’d push in, opening her and she wasn’t sure if she was ready for that.
Instead, he scooted back up beside her and hugged her close, his shadow-breathing uneven. “Okay?”
“I’m good. You?”
“Very okay. I was just checking—oh.”
Sophie slowly, carefully slid his zipper down and bit her lip at what sprang out. “Okay?”
“Still good,” he growled, a low, sensuous sound as her hand tentatively caressed his pink-white cock.
“I thought this would be... colder.”
“Blood pumps. Blood travels. Hard equals blood. Blood equals warm.”
“A very sexy math lesson,” Sophie grinned, fingers wrapping more firmly.
“Algebra now. I need to find X. X equals wet, ready, Sophie. I have to go study.” And with a wink, he slid like a seal down her body, jeans rolling with him, first hers, then his.
