Page 7 of Losing The Vampire King
Her tongue tastes mine, as our bodies tingle on the verge of ecstasy, without me even taking her yet. I can’t remember the last time I felt this turned on by any woman, especially not someone I can’t recognize. Just as I try to open my eyes again and gaze at her, I feel a gentle tug of her teeth against my lower lip. My cock beads with precum, the sensation uncontrollable. I can feel that wetness against the cover, so I kick it off of us.
I look down at her body, bathed in glistening moonlight. She is stunning. All I want to do right now is taste her, feel her, be balls deep inside of her. She starts to grind against my thigh, and I groan in response.
“Do you like this?” I hear her ask.
I can’t even say anything to that. That’s how turned on I am right now. All I can do is grab her harder, feeling the full juiciness of her plump ass in the palm of my hand.
Suddenly, she grabs my cock with her fingers, squeezing it slowly at first, then picking up the pace. With her other hand, she rubs her pussy in the same rhythm. I can barely hold myself from cumming at the very sight. I keep watching her fingers, mesmerized. Her pussy becomes so wet that it glistens against her fingers. I listen to that wet sound as she slides a finger inside of herself.
“Fuck, that’s hot…” I groan, holding myself from exploding right into her hand.
“Do you like it when I pleasure myself thinking of you?” she asks in a voice that seems to come from the angels and from demons at the same time. It is a devilish mixture of both, and no one would be able to resist it.
Her hand moves harder and harder, and at that moment, I hear a tiny, barely audible gasp, mixed with heavy breathing. I pull slightly away from her, so I could drink in the sight of her cumming. She bites her lower lip, closing her eyes. That moment is solely hers. I allow her to have it. Just watching her is enough.
“I want to taste you,” I tell her the moment she comes down from that cloud of ecstasy.
Without saying another word, she brings her wet fingers to my mouth, allowing me to suck on them. She tastes savory and sweet at the same time. I suck every drop of her juices from her fingers. I want to lick her pussy. I want to roll my tongue over her clit and make her cum again.
But before I can express any of this in words or actions, she rolls on top of me, adjusting herself. Her hands are pressed onto my chest for balance, as she slowly lowers her body down onto my raging cock. I feel her pussy juices coating every inch of my manhood. I want it covered in her, from top to bottom. I want to wear it like a badge of honor. I don’t know who she is, but I know one thing. She is mine.
She rides me perfectly. The sensation is more than I can handle. I rest my hands on her hips, but she needs no guidance. She knows exactly what to do. All I can do is enjoy this moment. I can’t stop looking at her. Her eyes are mesmerizing, the deepest shade of blue I have ever seen.
“I’m cum– “
Before I can finish that sentence, I spring up in bed. Several heavy blinks aren’t enough for me to realize what just happened. I look down at the covers, still over my body. A small wet pool of liquid rests right on my lap. My heart is still beating wildly inside my chest.
I look around the room. It is empty. Except for me, there is no one else. It was all a dream.
“Fuck…” I say aloud, unable to hold it in.
I’m still breathing heavily, my whole body under the impression of what just happened. It was just a wet dream. But there was something important about it. Who was the girl? I know she can’t be just a figment of my imagination? And she surely isn’t Gala. She is someone different… but who?
Knowing that I won’t be able to sleep after this, I change my pants and head out of the room. I find the door leading out of the cabin easily and I stand on the porch, gazing into the distant woods. We are so close to it, I can smell the pinecones and the wet moss, early in the morning. The moon is still high up in the sky.
I try to make some sense of it all, but nothing comes to mind. Gala’s cabin is opposite mine. She warned me about not going out on my own and wandering about the woods, so I wouldn’t get lost. But if I grew up here, wouldn’t I remember the path?
Maybe not, that treacherous little voice reminds me. Better play it safe.
I stay on the porch, inhaling the crisp, night air. A minute later, I see the door to Gala’s cabin opening, and she’s walking outside. She approaches me, then stands next to me.
“Can’t sleep?” she asks.
“Mhm,” I nod.
I would rather not explain to her what made me get up. The sheets, I suddenly remember. I don’t want her to see them. I know wet dreams are normal, but I’m already hurting her by not remembering her. Fucking a different girl in my dreams would be adding insult to injury, and that’s the last thing I want to do to her.
“I could go and make us some tea, if you’d like,” she suggests.
“I’m not a fan of tea,” I admit.
“I know,” she says, not turning to face me. I can only see the outline of her small, even nose and her slightly protruding chin. Her lips are thin, but sometimes, when she smiles, they look fuller than they actually are. “But tea is good for you. I know just the right blend of herbs to help you get back to sleep.”
“I think I’ll just stay here for a while, then I’ll head back inside,” I reply.
“As you wish.”
I can’t tell if I offended her somehow, by refusing her tea. I feel guilty.
