Again, that was metaphorically speaking. Eventually, the band packed up for the night and the dancers and diners left. We were the last to go, the waiters already putting chairs up on tables to drop a subtle hint that maybe it was time for us to make tracks.
A light rain was slicking the London streets as we left, making the pavement look like glass and reflecting the moon. I cuddled into Connery’s side as we walked. He put a protective arm around me and I felt as if we were a couple from a 1940s film.
“This has been the best date I’ve ever been on,” I said, dreamily.
“I’m glad.” He kissed my forehead. “Although, since your previous dating history seems to have almost exclusively involved bars and condom machines, I don’t feel like the bar was set that high.”
“True.”
“For what it’s worth, this has been the best date I’ve ever been on, as well. And I think it’ll remain the best I’ve ever been on.”
“Yeah but since you’re dying later tomorrow the bar is pretty low there, as well.” It didn’t seem as funny as it had earlier.
“Maybe I won’t die,” said Connery, quietly.
“I’d appreciate that,” I whispered back. “I would miss you.”
“Technically, I’ve died once already. I’m a vampire, after all. That time didn’t stop me so; who knows?”
“On a night like this, anything seems possible.” That sounded like a quote from our 1940s film, but I was prepared to stand by it.
“Our second date is going to be amazing.”
“Better than this?”
“Why not?”
“I’m looking forward to it.” And I was. Connery had done what Connery always did – he’d taken the dark side of my troubled nature and shone a light into it, bright enough to raise my spirits. He was a beacon in my life, and I wasn’t prepared to let him go. “I’m going with the VTs into the catacombs.”
Connery was silent a moment. “I had a feeling you would. And I have a feeling that nothing I say is going to change your mind.” He shot me a half-smile. “I wish you wouldn’t, but if you didn’t then maybe you wouldn’t be the Ursula I love.”
We kissed.
Nothing more on that subject passed between us. Not tonight; not on our first date.
“Will you walk me back to my room?” I asked, as we arrived back at the resistance HQ.
“What sort of gentleman would I be, if I didn’t?” The fact that it was also his room didn’t factor.
Outside the door, we kissed.
“Would you like to come in for a nightcap?” I asked.
“I don’t know. I’ve heard about girls like you.”
“Good, that’ll save me some time.”
We went into our little room and the kissing soon moved in the direction of the bed.
“I want you to know,” I murmured between kisses, “I don’t usually do this on a first date.”
“All those guys you met in bars were perfect gentlemen, were they?”
We fell to the bed. “What I did with them wasn’t close to what I’m about to do with you.”
Chapter 17
I pinned Connery down under me, unbuttoning his shirt as he kissed me. Leaving his mouth behind, I began to follow my fingers, kissing my way down his chest as I bared it, hungry for the taste of his skin.
Unpopping the final button, I dragged Connery up from the bed to haul his shirt off and hurl it aside before starting on his pants. Behind me, I heard his shoes hit the floor as he kicked them across the room, making it easy for me to drag his pants and shorts down his legs. I wasn’t hanging around tonight, I knew what I wanted and I didn’t want to wait. Even so, I took a second to admire my man sprawled on the bed before me, naked and gorgeous. He propped himself up on his arms to look at me.
“Something wrong?”
I shook my head. “What could possibly be wrong?”
That was a question with no end of answers, but at that moment, it genuinely seemed to me that nothing could be wrong in the world.
“Has anyone ever told you that you are perfect?”
Connery considered the question. “I don’t think so. Stunning; yes. Gorgeous, on occasion. ‘Like a Greek god’ has been tossed around. But I don’t think perfect.”
“Well, you are.” It wasn’t just that his body was a guide on how the well-trained athlete should look, or that he was unbearably handsome, or even that his stiffly erect cock had the strength and stamina of ten. Connery had an aura about him that went well beyond his good looks and a physique that was impressive in every direction.
I returned to the bed, kneeling down between his legs and tilting my head to take him into my mouth.
Connery sighed as I sucked at him. “You spoil me.”
But this was just a brief preliminary to make sure that he was nice and slick. Releasing him from my mouth, I knelt astride him, so eager for him now that I could not even be bothered to undress. Grasping him with one hand and tugging my underwear to one side with the other, I guided him to me and whimpered as I fed him into the hot, wet notch between my legs.
Connery’s fingers slid up my thighs, pushing my loose dress out of the way as I slid down his impaling length. He filled me up like no other man ever had, stretching me beautifully, setting my nerves on fire by his presence alone. As my mound met the tangle of hair at the base of his cock, and my ass cheeks rested against his taut thighs, I took a moment just to appreciate his presence inside of me. I could feel his powerful organ, throbbing, seeming to pulse in time with my heart. His hands glided up my legs to curve around my butt cheeks and pull me forward, making sure I had all of him, to the root. No matter how many times we had sex – and we had been pretty active lately – how he made me feel never stopped being incredible.
I placed my hands on his abs, feeling each hard, delineated muscle, pressing down with my palms for support as I began to rise and fall.
“Oh yes…” sighed Connery.
I had begun slowly, but I did not stay that way for long. Tonight did not feel like a night for slow, sultry love making, tonight, for whatever reason, felt joyous.
Connery gasped in pleasure as I hit my stride, bouncing up and down on him, my ass smacking rhythmically into his legs. My eyes rolled heavenwards and I bit my lip to stop myself from crying out as I drove myself down onto him over and over, using his hard body to give me pleasure.
Switching up suddenly, I stopped bouncing and twisted myself into him in tight hot circles, then leaned back in my seat, rocking my hips forward and back to work the hard shaft of his cock against my aching clit. With a whimper, I threw my body forward again, resuming my excited bouncing. Joy and pleasure were zipping about inside my body, bouncing off my insides, lighting me up from within.
“Fuck me, Connery. Please, fuck me,” I gasped.
He instantly got the message. His hands had been resting on my hips but now he took a firmer hold, driving his heels into the mattress and rutting his powerful organ up into me from beneath, making me moan.
Now my hands were free, I hastily unzipped my dress and pulled it over my head. I saw Connery’s eyes widen as my breasts came into view, bouncing in my bra with the force of his generous thrusts. I reached behind my back, unclipped my bra, and let my tits bounce free before his appreciative eyes.
As Connery continued to drive into me from beneath, I threw myself down upon him, rubbing my freshly naked body against his, feeling my nipples harden against the strength of his torso, scratching at him as we fucked. Connery grabbed my head and pulled me into a lovely kiss, changing the rhythm of his hips as he did so, making me whimper ecstatically into his mouth as he pumped, light and quick, against my ass cheeks.
“Just in case there was any doubt,” Connery breathed as he broke the kiss, “you’re perfect, too.”
I hurled myself back upright again. With one hand on his thigh and the other on his abs, I drove myself down to meet his upward thrusts. Connery sat up, too, drawing my chest to his mouth to lap and bite at my
nipples as he continued to fuck me. I threw my legs about him, locking my ankles behind his ass and using them as a pivot to drive myself up and down, while Connery grabbed my churning ass to help. The rawness of the passion between us translated into an almost explosive heat. We fucked like animals, or teenagers, gasping, laughing…It was good – it was always good – but it was also such fun.
My orgasm was fast-approaching and Connery tried to turn me over onto my back to drill me to the mattress. But I wasn’t done being on top and in charge. A delicious tussle ensued as we struggled for supremacy while continuing to fuck each other. Our limbs tangled, our positions slipped and we laughed at the mess we had gotten into, even as the heat increased.
“Oh!” I went over the edge as Connery’s swollen cock slammed into me, throwing my body into a paroxysm of pleasure, which also sent me over the edge of the bed, dragging Connery with me.
We tumbled to the floor, gasping with exhaustion and laughter.
“Are you alright?” Connery asked. He had slipped out of me when we had landed, and as he got back to his knees, his long, stiff member, bounding with energy, came level with my mouth. I gulped at him, sucking hard and drawing gasps of ecstasy from my virile lover. “I guess you are alright. Oh, that’s amazing.”
His hands wandered along my back as I sucked at him, over my ass cheeks to delve between my legs. I wriggled my hips as his fingers found their goal and started my motor running again.
Pulling back from Connery, I lay back on the floor and held out my hands to him. Connery lay down on top of me, guiding his eager length between my legs. He took his time, letting me feel every inch, as he sheathed himself within me once more.
I sighed in delight. Every time. Every time it took me by surprise; the size, the strength, the length, the love. Looking into Connery’s eyes, I felt more purely happy than I could remember ever being.
He kissed me as his hips began their wonderful dance, turning my brain into a light show and my loins into a seething cauldron of hot pleasure. I looped my arms about his shoulders, not wanting to lose the close friction of our bodies, and encircled his hips with my legs, squeezing with each thrust. He went fast but light, not pummeling me with his hips but drawing up just before impact to dart his long organ in and out of me, setting me tingling with happy sparks of sensation. He had such perfect muscular control over his body, which enabled him to have similar control over mine. He played me like an instrument, making me squeal, making me howl, making me sigh.
I felt his strong hands slip beneath my ass cheeks and, a moment later, I squealed in surprise as he picked me up off the floor, his hips still flexing even as he rose, never ceasing to deliver pleasure. I clung on tight with arms and legs as he stood up, but then throwing caution to the wind, let go my arms and fell backwards. Connery caught me as I went, laughing. My hair trailed the floor, my body bent like a bow before him. He used his legs, as well, to keep on thrusting into me, bending his knees with each stroke, his muscles straining to keep from losing balance.
For my part, I was happy to hang there in careless abandon, enjoying the feeling of just being fucked. There was nothing else in the world at that moment and I found myself laughing for the sheer joy of it. My body began to convulse and flush as orgasm took me again, and Connery heaved me back up so I landed heavily on his impaling cock just as I climaxed. I gripped onto him tightly, jogging my body up and down in tight little knots, working myself off against him to get the most from this latest climax.
As I tried to get my breath back, Connery – still hard as a rock inside me – sat me on the edge of the desk by the wall. I loosened my grip on him, resting my arms and legs and kissing him gently as my chest heaved and my heart thumped in my ears. Connery, too, was resting – his exertion had been far greater than mine – but one part of him never seemed to take a break, or need one. I sighed into his mouth as we kissed, at the feel of his cock slowly slicking in and out of me, then moaned as he twisted his hips to stir my pussy, keeping himself aroused and bringing me up to a boil again.
I slipped my hand between our bodies, feeling the hot, slick base of his cock between my fingers as he pushed that tireless organ back and forth.
“Are you going to fuck me again?” I whispered.
“I was seriously considering it.”
“Are you going to make me come again?”
“I think I’ve got a few more in me.”
I let go of his cock and grabbed his ass, pulling him tight into me as I sat on the desk. Connery growled, keeping control of himself as he went fully into me again. I kept him like that a little while, wanting to feel the strong pulse of his cock as it beat within me. Then I pushed him away with my foot, his organ pulling free of me and slapping up hard against his belly. I hopped off the desk and turned around, putting my hands flat on the desk and pushing my rear out towards him. Connery stroked my sweat-sheened butt cheeks, then pushed his cock between my legs, letting the hard shaft rub up and down, teasing my entrance. I reached back to take him in hand and guide him where I wanted him – where I needed him.
We both sighed as Connery went into me again, and this time there was no slow build. Connery was as aroused as he could be and I wanted him so bad I could taste it. He plowed into me hard and fast, his powerful hips smacking sharply against my ass. With my hands on the desk, I pushed back to meet him, wanting everything he could give as he pounded into me. It was something that I loved about sex with Connery, he could be gentle and tender, seeming to almost coax me to orgasm, or he could pound me to completion like a sailor on leave. Both were wonderful, and somehow he always knew what my body wanted.
Right now, what my body wanted was for every muscle of his to be turned on me and to use me as a sexual punchbag. Though I tried to bite it back and make it last, I went off quickly this time, unable to resist the onslaught of pleasure Connery unleashed in me, and I was soon screaming with ecstasy before collapsing on the desk.
Connery pulled out of me, hands on his hips as he got his breath back. I turned around and took him in hand, his highly sensitized member leaping just at my touch. This thing had given me so much and, incredibly, still had more to give. It was hot, sticky, and shaking with the effort, but it still throbbed with unslaked need.
“Sit,” I breathed as I released his exhausted soldier.
Connery did not question me, but sat down in the armchair by the wall. I walked slowly to him, then turned my back. I could feel his eyes roasting my ass as I lowered myself, gripping his cock and placing the firm head at the heat of my core. Connery groaned as I sat down on him, my back to him. I twisted my head around to kiss him as, planting my feet on the floor, I began to twist my hips, working my pussy around the raw pole of his cock. His hands slid all over my body, delicate and teasing one moment, rough and demanding the next. His left hand finally came to rest on my clit, working it as I ground myself into him, so the pair of us seemed to be testing the limits of the other’s endurance.
As the heat between us built once more, I sat forward, gripping the arms of the chair in my hands, and began to pound my ass up and down in Connery’s lap.
“Fuuuuuck…” he groaned as my ass smacked into him over and over, relentlessly, without mercy.
The noises this treatment drew from him made me chuckle.
“Are you laughing at me?” Connery gasped.
“Would I?”
“You’re a wicked woman,” he tweaked my clit with a dexterous finger, “and I love you more than I can say.”
Whether it was his words or his body, I came again at the instant, then again before the first had run its course, leaving my body so limp and exhausted that I could barely stand. Connery lay in the chair, staring up at me, dazed but loving, his cock still hard as it lay against his toned abs.
“What is that thing made of?”
“I’ve never really looked into it.”
“You must have Viagra in your blood. Have you drunk any porn actors recently?”
He laughed an
d then stood. We kissed and somehow made our way to the bed to slip beneath the covers. For all the aches and exhaustion of a hard night’s fucking, I still felt elated and excited as Connery pushed into me again. We lay on our sides, face to face, Connery’s hips still working like an industrial machine.
“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he whispered.
“I think you’re the only good thing that’s ever happened to me.”
“Whatever happens…”
“Don’t.”
“Whatever happens,” his green eyes stared into mine, “I am so glad I met you.”
We kissed, and then I felt his lips on my throat, feeling the pulse in my neck.
“Yes. Please.”
As Connery’s teeth pierced my neck and my blood rushed hotly into his mouth, I felt his cock lurch inside me, finally reaching that ultimate moment, filling my body even as he drank from it. The feel of him biting me sent me over the top one more time, too, and I clung to my vampire lover, idly wishing that I could bite him back. I only felt that way at times like this, but perhaps one day…
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.
As we lay together in the sweet post-coital afterglow, it would have been easy to slip into melancholy – this might be our last time together. But neither of us felt that way. I felt bright and ecstatic. In my mind’s eye, I saw a happy future extended before me that I knew in my heart we would yet claim. Maybe that was stupidly optimistic, but…
I kissed Connery.
“What was that for?”
“So many things. But mostly just for existing.”
If the world could give me a man like Connery, then anything was possible.
Chapter 18
After a night like that, how could I wake up anything but optimistic?
We were attacking at midday, at a time when one direction, at least, was cut off for the King of Nightmares if he tried to flee. The Imperial Guard, under the command of the Boy King, would be stationed at every exit to the catacomb cave network that we knew of.
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