Him Part Eighteen

At some point while I was still hovering in the oblivion of the most intense orgasm I ever felt, Michael entered me and the sensation was unlike anything I ever imagined.

I gasped, which was quite a feat since I was still mindless and my body was writhing around by its own volition. For the first time in my life, I was finally with a man.

But he was so much more than that. He was a vampire, and the sexiest person I ever met. Everything from his scent to the way he felt inside me was perfect. There was nothing that made me feel any less attracted to him.

It just solidified my resolve that I made the right decision to wait for him. To seek out my deepest fantasies and meet a vampire. A flesh and blood vampire.

Rejecting all those men throughout the years felt right, and I was happy that Michael was my first. My first everything.

My thoughts fell away as my orgasm subsided and that feeling of Michael moving in and out with impeccable timing left me losing myself again.

I didn’t know what to expect for my first time, but it was so much better. It was beyond my wildest dreams.

His cool flesh was warming from the contact with mine, and with every sound he made, it drove me higher. Whether or not he wanted me as much as I wanted him, it didn’t detract from the experience. It felt like he was enjoying himself just as much as I was.

Hiring a male escort for a wild night no longer mattered to me. Every choice I made up until that moment was right, because it led me to him.

If I never saw him again after that night, I would grieve his loss and a part of me would love him forever, remember everything we shared. But I would never regret it. With every passing moment it was only branding his name deeper within my soul.

My fantasy was a reality, and I couldn’t have dreamed up a better man if I tried. And the longer I spent in his presence, the more I didn’t want my time with him to end.

At some point, I started to wonder if I loved him before I met him.

But then my thoughts stopped in their tracks as his speed increased. His perfect hips ground against me with each thrust, and before I realized I was close, I crashed around him, screaming his name.

He nibbled on my ear and said, low, “Oh, I’m not done with you yet, Tessa.”

© Sarah Doughty

This is part 18 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, part 16, and part 17.
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