Lone Star Vampire - Virgen Vampire Vixen Part 6

Emotion clouded her vision, lodging in her throat until she couldn't speak. The need in his eyes left her speechless. No one had ever looked at her that way, really seeing her. When had she ever felt so accepted, so wanted by anyone in her life? The fact that she could affect him so filled her with a rush of euphoria so strong that it frightened her.

Anyone who could rouse such powerful feelings in her was a dangerous individual. Such a person would hold her heart in his hand, having the ability to treat it gently or crush it to powder without a second glance.

But those revelations fled her mind when he took her nipple in his mouth, sucking the hard point, nipping at it with his teeth. Molten heat flooded her already throbbing p.u.s.s.y, making her long to be filled with him.

He moved to her other breast, licking the entire surface before zeroing in on the nipple. She squirmed beneath him, moaning as the pleasure increased with each flick of his tongue.

When he abandoned her b.r.e.a.s.t.s to lick a trail down her belly, she opened her eyes and peered down at him questioningly.

He edged down farther on the bed and braced her thighs apart with his hands before settling in between her legs.

Her heart thudded like a wrecking ball. He pinned her with his gaze.

"When I put my mouth on your p.u.s.s.y," he said, nuzzling her mound with his chin, "you're going to know that I own it."

And then his tongue touched her c.l.i.t, and reality shattered around her like a gla.s.s house in a hailstorm.

He'd never fought so hard for control in his life.

Normally Cameron had no problem lasting until he'd given his female partners more than their share of o.r.g.a.s.mic bliss. But the minute he had Eden displayed naked before him, he'd felt like a sixteen year old in the backseat of a stolen car, trying not to come before getting to second base.

He needed his much-lauded stamina more than ever before. Her maiden voyage had to be a five-star, no holds barred, all out ecstatic event. He'd take nothing less than reducing her to a quivering heap of sated l.u.s.t in his arms. But if he blew his load just from sucking on her way too luscious nipples, the party would be spoiled, to say the least.

And now his c.o.c.k was engorged and pulsing like a second heart, pre-come leaking out slowly, insisting that he plunge himself into her tight sheath not now, but yesterday, dammit!

But he couldn't. Not until he'd tasted her and made her come against his mouth.

She let out a pained sigh and closed her eyes, settling her head back into the pillow. A sign of trust on her part, he knew -- she was giving him permission to have his way with her body, no questions asked.

And he intended to do just that.

Her p.u.s.s.y was hot, dripping wet with the sweet honey of her arousal. Her c.l.i.t peeped out from beneath its hood, a deep dusky pink bud begging to be sucked into blissful hardness. Her inner lips were flushed, open and waiting for his shaft.

The mere thought made his c.o.c.k contract. He lowered his head, parting her outer folds with his thumbs, exposing her completely.

She was pink and wet, beautiful and inviting. He knew then that he'd never get enough of her.

He planted a kiss on her mound and moved lower again, barely touching the tip of her c.l.i.t with his tongue. Her body arced as if he'd fired a jolt of electricity through her.

"Easy, baby." He stroked her inner thigh. "We're just getting started."

She squinted at him through narrowed eyes. "Is this a form of torture?"

He chuckled. "Only if it's done right."

She closed her eyes again and gave him a sigh of mock impatience, eliciting a laugh of surprise from him. G.o.d, he was crazy about her.

And suddenly, he no longer cared what that might mean. She wasn't the vampire queen to him anymore. Somewhere along the line, she'd stopped being the bloodsucking princess in an ivory tower. Her life had become as important to him as his own, and protecting her had become his reason for living. She'd stopped being a vampire and become a woman.

The woman he loved.

He buried his face in her p.u.s.s.y, stroking her inner lips with his tongue, darting it into her tight opening before dragging it up and over her c.l.i.t. He lapped at the tiny bud with precise up and down movements of his tongue.

Her legs trembled, threatening to clamp together around him. He pushed her thighs farther apart, bracing his hands on her quivering muscles to keep them open.

But her legs weren't the only thing shaking. The ground beneath them rumbled, as if the earth itself could feel her pleasure.

He paused to look at Eden. Her mouth formed an embarra.s.sed half smile. "I guess my element is getting a little out of control."

"I've heard of making the earth move, but this is a first, even for me." He ran his hand over the smooth skin of her inner thigh. "Think you can handle a little more?"

"I'll try not to activate the Richter scale." She rolled her hips against the bed.

"Same here." He let out a deep laugh and bent back down to take her sweet c.l.i.t into his mouth and suck it.

The chain of broken moans coming from her let him know that he was on the right track. He rolled her c.l.i.t with his tongue, sucking it between his lips, wetting it with his mouth. The tiny bud twitched and grew perceptibly harder with each pa.s.sing second.

Carefully, he slid his index finger into her slick core. She arched her back, a cry sounding from her throat.

She was wet but oh, so tight. The thought of that silken heat squeezing his c.o.c.k made his b.a.l.l.s tighten with antic.i.p.ation. But she needed a little more time to be ready.

He moved over her, keeping his finger inside her as he supported his weight with his other arm. He sought her lips, a scalding fire of hunger burning within him. Nothing short of possessing her completely would satisfy him, and he claimed her lips with a drugged desire to drink her in completely.

He withdrew his finger slowly, and with equal deliberation slid it back into her, this time making sure to caress the sensitive area on the upper wall inside her. Her p.u.s.s.y contracted around his finger and she moaned against his lips.

"Open your eyes." He thrust his finger back into her, stroking her sweet spot. "I want you looking at me when you come."

She opened her eyes, the expression in them feral and savage. He ground his knuckle against her c.l.i.t, rubbing her g-spot as he watched a flush of hot color rising in her face.

Her p.u.s.s.y clamped down around his finger with the first spasm of her climax, contracting around it with violent force. He could feel her o.r.g.a.s.m swelling through her entire body like the tide crashing into the sh.o.r.e.

He continued stroking her g-spot with his finger until the final aftershocks pa.s.sed, then withdrew it, licking her sweet taste from his hand as he moved back to kneel between her legs.

She looked like a woman possessed, her black hair fanned out on the pillow, her face flushed. Her body glowed with a sheen of sweat, and her eyes reminded him of a cat in heat.

"Now," she said in a shaky voice, reaching for his c.o.c.k. She grasped it, stroking it in an unpracticed motion but one guaranteed to make him lose it if she didn't stop. She tried to guide him inside her, lifting her hips from the bed in an invitation.

"Not yet." He gently moved her hand away from his c.o.c.k, even though he wanted to whimper at the loss of sensation. "We'll have plenty of time for that later." He pushed her legs apart, carefully sliding two fingers inside her. They went in easily, and he moved them inside her still quivering channel, trying to ready her body as much as possible.

He wanted to be inside her more than he wanted his next breath.

"There's no way to do this without it hurting a little."

Cameron's voice came to her through the fog of her senses. Eden forced herself to focus on his words.

Did he honestly think she cared about pain? All she wanted was to feel him inside her, to sate herself with everything his body could give her. What was a little pain compared to finally making love to the only man she'd ever wanted?

He ran his hands over her thighs. "Don't tense up. Try to relax."

"How did you know I'd never done this before?" She made an effort to unclench every muscle in her body.

"My awesome s.e.xual mojo has a sixth sense about these things." He wrapped his hand around the base of his c.o.c.k. Her stomach rolled over with a combination of nerves and antic.i.p.ation.

"Sit up a little so you can see." He placed the swollen, wet head of his c.o.c.k at her entrance. "Watch me going inside you."

She propped up on her elbows. Inch by inch, he fought against her tightness until his shaft was halfway inside her.

If there had ever been anything more erotic than the sight of his hard length disappearing into her, she couldn't imagine it. And the feel of it... the heat of his c.o.c.k pulsed inside her. She could feel the taping curve of the head, the warmth of his body so close to hers.

"Almost there." His voice revealed the strain of taking it so slow. He reached down, parting her legs further than she knew they could go, and then braced himself, breaching her p.u.s.s.y even more.

She could feel her body stretching, her inner walls adjusting to the invasion. It wasn't painful, really... just new, like using a long dormant muscle.

"Put your legs around me." He let out a shuddering breath.

She wrapped her legs around the hard planes of his a.s.s, and felt him slide home, until he was all the way inside her.

"How does it feel?" He rocked his hips slightly.

She could feel her inner walls tightening around him. "Full... hot." She gasped. Having him inside her was beyond words, beyond completion.

He rocked his hips again. "G.o.d, you feel so good." He eased back slightly. "So wet."

She moved her hips at counterpoint with him. "Does it always feel this good?" She couldn't control her voice or her breathing, or the shaking in her limbs. She couldn't do anything but feel the bliss he gave her.

He backed slowly out of her, until only the head of his c.o.c.k remained inside her. She looked down at his shaft, glistening wet from her. Then he worked his way back inside, until he was seated b.a.l.l.s deep in her.

She gave up trying to watch. She fell back on the bed and closed her eyes, letting sensation take over. When he pulled out again, this time she let her hips rise to meet his answering thrust.

They found the perfect rhythm, his c.o.c.k slowly entering her and withdrawing, heightening the tension inside her with every thrust. He was so slow, so precise in his movements that she wanted to cry out from the erotic torment of it. Her c.l.i.t pounded, her nipples ached. Her entire body responded to him like an instrument being tuned by a maestro.

Then he quickened the pace, moving into her faster, taking time to press against her c.l.i.t with every thrust. Instinct guided her, and her hips rose and fell in time with his grinding a.s.sault on her p.u.s.s.y.

Sweat ran down his body, and she could feel her p.u.s.s.y leaking wetness down her thighs. His c.o.c.k seemed to swell inside her, filling her even fuller. She reached down to touch it on the outstroke, and he swore.

She looked up, her gaze locking onto his. He stared into her eyes, driving his c.o.c.k even harder into her, then stopped to grind his pelvis against her c.l.i.t. The combination sent her flying over the edge.

Her second o.r.g.a.s.m was stronger than the first. She came, her p.u.s.s.y contracting around his c.o.c.k, milking it. She ran her nails down the bed, crying out in sheer euphoria as her climax claimed her, all the way from her burning nipples to her throbbing c.l.i.t.

He stilled himself inside her until the tremors had pa.s.sed, then slowly withdrew. She looked at him, amazed to see him still erect.

She suddenly felt like a failure. "You didn't come."

He stroked the head of his c.o.c.k, working her moisture over his shaft. "I'm not done with you yet." His breath came in gasps as he rolled her over onto her stomach. He climbed off the bed and stood by the edge, pulling her down to him.

He entered her from behind, his c.o.c.k sliding in easily. She threw her head back and moaned.

Had anything ever felt better than this?

Chapter 10.

Cameron groaned as his shaft sank into Eden's slick p.u.s.s.y. The sight of her backside before him was almost more than he could take. That combined with the scorching heat of her shuddering core made his already tight b.a.l.l.s ache with the need to come.

But he wanted to savor this, and taking her from behind would give him the chance to go as deeply inside her as possible.

He withdrew his c.o.c.k and gripped her hips, steadying himself to thrust back in. She slammed her hips back, meeting him.

Her strangled cry made his c.o.c.k jerk inside her. He grabbed her hair and pushed her forward, wanting her b.r.e.a.s.t.s against the bed so that her nipples would drag the covers with every thrust.

She was so wet that he could pump into her with quick, short movements. The angle of her body allowed for penetration so deep, he felt as if he could touch the very heart of her.

Knowing he was painfully on the edge, he reached around and found her c.l.i.t. He rubbed it with steady strokes as he pumped into her.

G.o.d, had he ever felt like this before? Words seemed flimsy, mere letters and syllables attached to feelings too powerful to describe. What he felt for her was beyond articulation, too vast for human vocabulary.

He'd taken possession of her body, and she'd taken possession of his soul.

He rolled her c.l.i.toris between two fingers, thrusting slow and deep, letting the fluttering of her inner walls bring him over the edge. When she came, he lost all control. His c.o.c.k contracted and his entire body jolted as o.r.g.a.s.m shook him. His come spurted deep inside her, filling her with its warmth. The sensation of completion overwhelmed him. This was the kind of contentment he'd never imagined he could have.

Shaking his head, he slowly pulled his sensitive shaft out of her. His knees buckled and he sank to the floor, gasping for breath. "Eden..."

She propped up on her elbows, her brow furrowing. "What is it?"

"You sure you were a virgin until tonight?" He rose up on his knees to look at her.

"Positive." She looked at him with a bemused expression. "Why?"

"You don't make love like an amateur, that's why." He rested his face against her inner thigh. "If they ever add a s.e.xual category to the Olympics, I think you'll have yourself a gold medal."

"I didn't think I'd be very good at it." She leaned back and averted her eyes. "I never saw myself as being s.e.xy or anything."

He gaped at her. "Why the h.e.l.l not?"

She shrugged, still avoiding eye contact. "It's a fat girl thing."

A fat girl thing? Mother of f.u.c.k. The woman looked like the patron G.o.ddess of debauchery and she thought she wasn't s.e.xy? "I'll let you in on a little secret." He propped his chin on her thigh.

"What?" She finally looked at him.

"The first time I saw you, I was expecting some ice queen vampire type, like Melaina." A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "I couldn't believe my eyes when this totally gorgeous girl turned out to be the infamous Eden."