Joanna nearly falls backward at the sensation of my mouth on her again, but I hold her steady. With one hand splayed against her lower back and the other gripping her hip, I press my tongue against the apex of her thighs, interchanging a deeppressure with a light lick. I let go of her hip and slide two fingers inside her, knowing she’s ready for it. My fingers are coated in her arousal, and as I pump steadily into her, my tongue continues to suck and add pressure.
She’s quivering against me, already so close, but it’s way too soon to let her cum, so I pull my fingers out and push her away. As she’s dazedly swaying on her feet, I stand up and shove her to the couch, a little too forcefully. Her knees fall to the cushions heavily causing her to grab the back of the couch to balance herself.
“Good girl.”
She preens and arches her neck, seemingly unfazed by my roughness. I have a perfect view of her jugular vein pressing against her skin, demanding to be seen. The scent in the air is a mixture of sex and sweat, and I imagine what her blood might smell like.
I tear my focus away from the delicious looking purple vein pulsing along her neck and turn back to the task at hand. From this angle, Joanna’s arousal is dripping down her thigh. I glide my fingers through it and slide back into her pussy forcefully. She jolts and gasps.
“How hard do you like it,ma fraise sucrée?” I ask, pushing my fingers to the hilt and pounding against her entrance.
She cries from pleasure, the sound drawing out past its limit, turning into a moan that bounces with the force at which I’m fucking her entrance. I’m willing to let her cum like this, but there’s one more thing I want to do.
While keeping up my rhythm, I grab her hair with my free hand and yank her head back. She groans, and I can see that vein of hers again. It’s straining so hard against her skin, it looks as if it may burst from its confinement. All it would take is one bite from me.
I can’t stop myself from licking the length of her neck, Joanna’s body shakes as I draw the first orgasm from her. As I’m coming alongside her, I feel a knick on my lip and taste blood. She’s nearly screaming, her cries are so loud, but I finally feel the contractions around my fingers loosen. After a few lazy strokes against her clit, I step back, and she collapses into the cushions.
I cover my mouth casually and feel that my canines have come out. “I’m going to get a drink. Stay right there.”
I don’t mean it as a command, but I don’t want her to see me like this. She might know what I am, but I don’t think she’s ready to come face to face with the reality of it.
I need blood. Just a sip, then they’ll retract, and I can continue on with my night. I just have to hope it doesn’t happen again.
Chapter Eleven
JOANNA
Aidan escapes quickly to the other room while I’m left recovering from the enormous earthquake that was an orgasm. I might be mistaken, but I’m pretty sure that was more intense than the first time. If he’s that good with his mouth and his hands, I can’t imagine how I’ll ever be able to handle his dick.
Just putting it in my mouth was a feat. There’s no way that thing will fit inside me. And if it somehow does, my anatomy will never be the same.
He’s gone almost a full minute, but he soon returns with a steel tumblr in hand. He’s downing the contents as if he’s been stranded in the desert.
“Not going to offer me any?” I tease.
His eyes flash guiltily, realizing his mistake, then he disappears again.
I mumble quietly. “Rude.”
“Heard that.”
My eyes roll. I hear a fridge open and close this time, and he comes back with an unopened bottle of water. “Why can’t I have what you’re having?”
His expression remains blank. “You don’t want it.”
I cringe, now knowing exactly what’s in that cup.
I’m still on edge and very near another orgasm. All he needs to do is breathe on me and I’ll cum. My pussy is swollen from how hard his hand pounded against me, but I’m sure he’s only getting started. I came over to complete the transaction, not halfass it. Besides, he’s yet to take off his pants.
As I’m thinking it, Aidan does just that. He seamlessly slips out of his slacks and the underwear beneath, but instead of leaving them on the floor, he folds them neatly just as he did the last time.
Such type A behavior.
“Which position do you favor?”
His question stuns me enough to yank me out of blankly staring at his dick. “For sex?”
He nods, as if his question was obvious. “Yes. Intercourse.”
