“Ryet.” She says this over her shoulder as we pass through the door. “I’ve got all the time in the world to eat dinners.” Then she tugs me over to the bed, already taking her shirt off.
She’s not wearing a bra underneath so I’m immediately presented with her spectacular breasts.
She bites her lip a little as she unbuttons her jeans. Then wriggles them down her legs along with her underwear. So just a few seconds in, there she is. Standing before me, naked.
The craving is immediate. For her blood, for her body, maybe even for her soul, though I quickly push that last thought out of my mind. I walk over to her and her hands are already popping the button on my jeans. And by the time my mouth covers her in a kiss, she’s pushing them down my hips. Taking my cock in her hand. Pumping it, as if I need any priming. I want to throw her down on the bed and fuck her senseless and I’m just about to do that when the rational side of me kicks in.
I like hard, fast sex as much as anyone. But I don’t want this to end. I don’t want her to come to her senses. I don’t want to quickly and efficiently meet her needs so she can go back to making dinner.
I want this time with Syrsee to be never-ending. I want the sex to be slow and drawn out. I want us to become prisoners of time with nothing more to think about than the wanting.
So I push her back, letting her bump into the side of the bed. I catch her with one hand around her waist before she falls backwards and gently ease her down onto the mattress. She’s staring at me with half-lidded eyes. Waiting for what comes next.
I bend down, my hands on the inside of her knees as I open her legs. And then I lower my mouth down between them, and she gasps, and bucks, and moans as I lick her with my tongue. Taking my time, licking all her folds, flicking my tongue against her clit as I push a finger up inside her.
Her hands are gripping my hair as I do this, her lower legs rubbing up and down my lower back. I want to bite her—and the moment I think this she says, “Bite me, Ryet. Right here.” She’s pushing my head down her thigh. And I hear the blood pumping through the artery in her leg.
The bite happens so fast, the blood is already in my mouth before I can even make a conscious decision. Her orgasm is immediate, and loud, and long. She’s pulling my hair, then scraping her fingernails over my back and digging them into the thick muscles of my shoulders. She comes again. And this time, I pull back, blood dripping out of my mouth. Dripping down her leg as well. I watch her until she sighs, then I lick the wound I left on her leg until the blood begins to clot.
Her eyes are closed, like she’s tired and spent. But then she moans out the words, “More.”
I stand up, push her up the bed until she almost hits the headboard, and crawl up her body. The blood craving has subsided now, but a new one takes its place. The urge to be inside her. This new hunger causes a vibration inside me.
I spread her knees open wide, then ease up between them, my cock so hard and engorged, I have to restrain myself when I slip inside her wet pussy.
She feels so good, but it can get better.
And it’s like she’s reading my mind because Syrsee turns her head to the side and offers her neck to me. But even if she wasn’t offering, there would be no way in hell that I would not drink her right now. I would take it—her—I would take her blood any way I could get it.
It’s a sick thought, but it’s easy to push away because when I sink my teeth into her flesh, I’m not taking it. I’m giving her what she wants. As soon as I take the first pull of blood, her legs wrap around my hips and her hand is between my legs, sliding up under my balls so she can fondle them in her palm.
When I thrust forward, she throws her head back, moaning. And in this same moment I drink again.
I drink her, and I fuck her, and she comes all over me.
