Him Part Seventeen

My bra disappeared from sight, exposing my aching flesh to the vampire that hovered over me. And then his cool mouth claimed mine with so much ferocity, it took my breath away.

I gasped and then moaned as his fingers found my nipples and teased them in perfect harmony with his tongue. His strong hands massaged them and I arched my back toward him, practically levitating off the bed just feel more of his skin against mine.

He groaned, low and throaty in satisfaction at my involuntary motion as my mind escaped me from the onslaught of sensations around me.

Everything was heightened in his presence, and the feel of him on top of me, with nothing more than his mouth and hands on my skin made me mindless with need.

I whimpered in frustration and then realized I was clawing at his back, silently begging him for more, because my mouth was otherwise occupied.

With Michael, I didn’t need to breathe. I didn’t need anything but to feel his body, skin to skin. And the mere thought of having him inside me did nothing but push me higher off the bed.

I dropped to the soft duvet beneath me and gasped, “Please, Michael,” but I couldn’t tell if it was a plea or a demand.

Even though I didn’t tell him what I wanted — what I needed, it was as if he read my mind. Those stormy blue eyes flashed and a sly grin spread on his lips.

Just seeing him smile like that was almost enough to make me come, but I forced myself to breathe.

He moved to his knees, letting his cool fingertips slide down my stomach in a caress that left my whole body covered in goose bumps.

I shivered as his fingers reached the button on my pants and just to torture me, he took his time opening the button.

Then the sound of the zipper slowly moving down combined with the slight pressure of his hands, inches from the spot that ached for his touch the most, forced me to lift my hips toward him.

He moved so fast, I was surprised my eyes caught the sight of him pulling the last of my clothes away. I bit my lip and waited as he stood there, taking me in.

“You are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen,” he breathed.

Without thinking, I sat up, letting my head fall back slightly, elongating my neck as I moved. Then I looked up at him and returned that sly smile.

I was barely aware of what I was doing, and that tiny part of me that was still thinking clearly basked in my boldness. The shyness was gone, and what remained was a confident woman that knew exactly what she wanted.

Him.

Then I reached for the button of his jeans and watched his eyes darken with desire as my fingers moved to release him.

Despite every cell in my body screaming at me to look away from his eyes and down at what waited for me, I wouldn’t do it. It was too empowering in that moment.

I pushed the last of the material to the floor and leaned back, but he caught me before my head reached the bed.

A cry escaped from me as his fingers found my most sensitive spot, but he devoured it with another one of those insatiable kisses.

His fingers continued to move in time with the beating of my heart, and I writhed beneath him, silently begging for more.

At some point, his mouth began making its way from my mouth down my jaw, traveling toward the curve of my neck.

By the time I felt his teeth graze me, I was already lost to the sensation. My breathing increased tenfold as I cried out.

“That’s it,” he breathed, and I felt his cool breath against my ear as his fingers danced faster and faster.

I screamed, arching my back so forcefully that Michael was forced to give me room, but then I felt his teeth again and I lost all sense of myself as I came again, harder than I ever thought possible.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew he was only just beginning.

© Sarah Doughty

This is part 17 of Him. Read part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13, part 14, part 15, and part 16.
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