by Mlyn Hurn
Iain turned his head and pressed his lips into her hand. Nodding his head, he pulled her hand down, holding it tightly with his hand. “Would you like something to drink while we talk like tea or something stronger? Are you hungry?”
AnnaBelle shook her head negatively. Freeing her hand from Iain’s tight grip, she turned away from him and started walking up the staircase, which led to his large bedroom upstairs. At the head of the stairs, she stopped and looked into the only other room on the second floor of the house. It was small, and looked as if it was a storage room for boxes. She paused before closing the door until she heard Iain’s footsteps behind her.
“I wondered what was in here.” She pulled the door shut, and then walked into the master bedroom. She looked around, checking out the large bathroom, the walk in closet, and finally the recessed flat screen television. When she finished the brief exploration, she came over to stand in front of Iain. Lifting her hands, she unknotted his tie, pulling it off. Her fingers next made quick work of the buttons on his conservative, Oxford style shirt. Iain grabbed her hands when she unbuckled his belt.
“I thought you wanted to talk.”
AnnaBelle leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his chin. “I do want to talk,” she paused to unbutton and drag his zipper down in almost one uninterrupted move. “But I was thinking more along the lines of ‘talk later’ and make up for lost time now.”
* * * * *
Iain watched while AnnaBelle undressed him so slowly it was almost driving him crazy. In the past month, he had come to realize that the only reason he had transformed AnnaBelle completely was because he hated the thought of another hundred years spent alone. He loved her more than any woman he had ever met over his centuries on earth. In his head, he had begun planning a life with AnnaBelle. While it might not be the conventional lifestyle, he had little doubt that they could find somewhere quiet to live. He’d get another university position—
AnnaBelle’s hands shoved his trousers and underwear to his ankles. Her hands were caressing his chest, moving downward to his hips, and then sliding back to cup his ass cheeks and squeeze. His body was having the expected reaction, and pretty much immediately. Iain lifted one hand and lightly ran it over her soft, shiny hair.
“AnnaBelle, I missed you.”
Iain stopped abruptly. The words had come from a heart he had considered dead for too long to ever feel such deep emotions again. He waited, watching as AnnaBelle lifted her face to his. What he wanted, or expected, he wasn’t completely sure. But when her hands came back around, caressing his hips before closing around his hard cock, Iain gasped in surprise. She didn’t stop what she was doing, though. Instead, AnnaBelle slowly lowered to her knees while her hands began pulling firmly, stroking his hard cock, tugging his skin with each slide of her hands.
Iain was going to stop her, until she bent her head and took his hardness into the wet heat of her mouth. Feeling the swirl of her tongue, followed by the slippery pull of her lips around his cock was making Iain lose the little control he’d been holding onto tenuously. He moved his hands to either side of AnnaBelle’s head, threading his fingers through strands of her soft hair. Iain had every intention of pulling AnnaBelle back up and moving this to the bed. AnnaBelle surprised him by slipping one hand lower to cup his sac. Her hand squeezed him lightly and then gently drew the skin downwards with her fingers.
All thoughts of stopping AnnaBelle ended then. Iain groaned loudly, clasping silken strands of her hair between his fingers.
“AnnaBelle! I give you warning—“
* * * * *
AnnaBelle didn’t stop and a few seconds later, Iain spurted his seed forth. It caught her off guard and therefore, some hit one cheek, her hair and she lost track of where all else it splattered. She looked up and saw that Iain had his eyes still closed. Her hands had fallen down to rest at her sides, not completely sure what came next. She had done her best to think ahead, planning.
“Don’t move,” she spoke softly, mimicking this duck’s voice she’d once heard in a recorded Internet joke. “I’ll get you a towel.”
Iain opened his eyes. AnnaBelle was seated at his feet, with his cum dotting her face and hair. He wasn’t so “out of things” that he had not heard that stupid joke as well. “I think I am supposed to say that.”
AnnaBelle shrugged her shoulders and pulled her T-shirt up and over her head. Coming back onto her knees, she used her shirt to gently wipe the liquid from her face and then began wiping him dry as well. Tossing her shirt aside, she looked up to find Iain was gazing at her breasts, neatly confined in a plain, no nonsense white bra. AnnaBelle held one hand up as she spoke.
“Help me up, please. Thank you, and before you comment—I was dressing for comfort not seduction.” She turned away, a little embarrassed after her aggressive behavior, and no return from him yet. Moving towards the bathroom, she told him over her shoulder. “I’m going to make use of your shower. I feel grimy from my flight.”
In the bathroom, AnnaBelle paused in front of the large mirror over the double sinks. She looked just the same, she thought, and pulled her hair back to see that the marks on her neck were completely healed with only two small scars showing. AnnaBelle decided that it was now up to Iain to make the next move, given the fact that she had practically accosted him with her greeting on his front porch. AnnaBelle stripped her clothes off and walked into the semi-open shower.
It took a few seconds to adjust the shower, but soon she was being pelted with nice hot water from several different showerheads. The heat seeped into her body, warming her quickly. Sticking her head under the tallest showerhead, she let it thoroughly saturate her hair. With the water beating down, she didn’t hear Iain come into the bathroom or the shower. Opening her eyes, she turned back around and yelped in surprise.
“Sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
AnnaBelle ran her hands up over her forehead to the top of her head, sleeking her hair back. “It’s all right. Living with a vampire, one should get used to surprises, or so I would imagine.”
Iain poured some shampoo into the palm of his hand and applied that to AnnaBelle’s hair. “Turn around, AnnaBelle, and I’ll wash your hair for you.”
AnnaBelle turned and when Iain’s hands began a gentle massage of her scalp as well as washing her hair, she almost melted back against him. “I love having my head touched, and my hair messed with.” She stopped, aware that she was almost ready to purr out loud in response.
“Hmm.”
AnnaBelle felt Iain’s hands move lower as they spread the shampoo through to the ends of her hair. It seemed perfectly natural as he reached the ends for his soapy hands to slip around her waist. A second later, his hands were cupping her full breasts, and massaging the sensitive flesh. Once her nipples budded in response, Iain caught each nipple between his fingers. Looking down, AnnaBelle could see her nipples poking between his fingers while his hands worked to contain her womanly flesh.
AnnaBelle pressed back and wiggled her bottom against him. Iain shook his head and told her softly, “No, not yet.” He didn’t leave her confused for long and slid one hand down and cupped her mound. With one hand massaging her breast, and his other so obviously claiming her pussy, she felt truly possessed.
Iain slipped his soapy fingers between her lips, under the protective hood of flesh and started to seduce her with clever flicks of his slick finger. A few seconds later he had to desert her breast for her waist. Her legs weakened as his teasing finger found the perfect rhythm to delight her. Her hips jerked wildly and Iain sped up the flicks and presses of his fingers until AnnaBelle orgasmed in his arms.
She was consumed by the fiery reactions of her body. Her legs were weak and she knew she’d slide to the shower floor if Iain released his hold around her waist. Feeling Iain shifting their bodies, AnnaBelle concentrated on making her legs straighten and keep her upright. The warm water pelting down across her head and shoulders washed away the suds that remained in her hair,
and lingered in a slow slide down her body. A moment later she felt Iain’s hands, one with a bar of soap in it, begin moving over her body.
Opening her eyes, she watched as Iain came around in front of her, and lifted one arm. He proceeded to run the soap all over her arm, before he released it to pick up the other and repeat the process. AnnaBelle waited for him to treat her breasts to such a thorough cleansing, but Iain instead moved to her feet, and worked his way up her legs. He paused at the top of her inner thigh just long enough to make her wiggle her hips in anticipation, followed by frustration as he moved away. His next stop was her back, which he then washed slowly, after moving her hair out of the way.
AnnaBelle couldn’t stop the soft little purr of satisfaction as his hands worked their way down her back. As he reached her lower back, Iain began a gentle massage. His thumbs placed inward, his fingers lightly stroked and pressed down until he cupped her cheeks with both hands. His breath rushed over her right ear as he leaned over her shoulder.
“Did I ever tell you what a lovely little tush you have?”
AnnaBelle smiled at Iain’s words. “I don’t think so, but a lot of men have admired my dimples.”
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Iain tightened his fingers, curling into her rounded, heart shaped ass. He heard the teasing tone of her voice, but he couldn’t stop the surge of jealousy that rushed through him. Slowly he moved his hands, shifting them until each thumb covered a dimple.
“So, is it a milling throng that has admired these pretty dimples?”
AnnaBelle turned in his arms, and he watched as she grinned up at him. She lifted one hand, pointed to the small dimple on the side of her mouth. “Countless men! Since I was a baby, from what I’ve been told.”
“Tease!”
AnnaBelle nodded and slid her hands forward, encircling Iain’s body. She leaned her head down against his chest, snuggling up close as his arms pulled her even closer.
“Is it my turn to wash you?” she asked softly.
Iain lifted his hands to AnnaBelle’s shoulders, gently moving her away. When she glanced up, he shook his head. “You can owe me that. If we continue this—“ He stopped as AnnaBelle kissed his chin. “Here, you take this bar of soap, and I’ll shampoo my hair real quick.”
* * * * *
Iain was aware that AnnaBelle’s eyes followed him about the kitchen as he fixed them both something to eat. They decided to delay their talk in favor of eating. She sipped from the glass of wine Iain had poured for her.
“Has Simon left?”
Iain chuckled softly, turning from the stove for a moment. “He was one very unhappy vampire once he realized that you had not only left that night with the film, but vamoosed off the face of the earth.” He turned the fire down to simmer under the sauté pan. Picking up his wine, he sipped and then asked AnnaBelle a question he’d been curious about since her return.
“Did you bring the film back with you? I have no doubt Fauster was glad to get it back.”
AnnaBelle shook her head. “No, I didn’t bring the film back. And needless to say Uncle Fauster isn’t very happy with what I did with it.”
“Are you going to tell me?”
AnnaBelle held her empty glass out for a refill, but requested water instead of more wine. Sipping it once, she set it back down on the table. “I’ll save that story for another time. I told Fauster to start working on something new. He ranted about fortunes, but it wasn’t long before he was rattling on about something else. And I really don’t think he cares at all about making money or not.”
Iain chuckled. He could just imagine Fauster’s reaction to that news. It would teach him a lesson about trying to control people’s lives. Of course, Iain had long ago acknowledged that if Fauster had not been pulling strings, he might never have met AnnaBelle. Whatever trouble and stress he’d experienced over the episode he had written off because he’d met AnnaBelle. He turned back to the stove.
“I have a long weekend in two weeks. I would like to meet your parents.” Iain had spoken his words softly, not sure what AnnaBelle’s reaction would be. He was still in the dark as to her feelings, or what plans she had in mind for her future. It surprised him that he had no trouble reading other people’s thoughts but with AnnaBelle there was nothing. Certainly he didn’t want to actively press her to open her mind to him. Hopefully she would see the advantages to their being together. Her words surprised him though.
“All right. I’ll call them and see if they have some free time that weekend.”
Iain turned in surprise. When AnnaBelle laughed, he knew it was in response to the stunned look on his face. “Sorry, honey, but I was expecting you to say no, or at least not yet.”
AnnaBelle stood and walked over to him. “That proves that no matter how old a man might be, he still has lots to learn about women.”
Iain laughed and pulled her into his arms, kissing her gently and then just hugging her close. “I’m willing to devote a lifetime of study to the subject.”
AnnaBelle nodded her head and returned to the table. “We’ll discuss that later. For now, my stomach is growling so feed me the old-fashioned way!”
Chapter 18
Over dinner, Iain explained to her the theories regarding psychic draining, and that there were specific methods she could learn in order to do it safely. Once she learned safe ways to manage her hunger with careful psychic draining or transfers, she would probably be a lot more comfortable.
He was very surprised to discover that apparently AnnaBelle didn’t have any sanguineous hunger. It had taken him a long time to conquer and convert his hunger drive, and for many blood lust vampires it took even longer and was more difficult. Gradually, more and more true vampires decided that it was worth the effort. AnnaBelle had listened to his explanations, shaking her head. There was no driving or insatiable hunger inside her. And not the slightest light sensitivity. Also, with a huge smile lighting her face, she had confided that garlic didn’t bother her either.
“I don’t know why, Iain. I had expected there to be something. I admit I have wanted to eat some pretty strange foods lately.”
“Rare meat?” Iain had questioned in between bites.
“Nope, and I’m not going to tell you because it might gross you out.” AnnaBelle finished eating quickly. “Let’s go online and book our flights.”
* * * * *
Returning to the kitchen to tackle cleaning up, AnnaBelle wouldn’t stop doing little things to irritate Iain. While rinsing the dishes in the sink, she had sprayed him once with the faucet. Giggling at the shocked expression on his face, she had gone one further. She had turned the spray on herself, flattening her cotton T-shirt across her unbound breasts.
Iain had returned to loading the dishwasher, and then wiping off the table. Finally all the dishes were loaded into the automatic washer, and Iain had just turned it on. He had turned and seen AnnaBelle leaning back against the sink counter. Almost immediately his eyes moved down and she shook her shoulders, making her breasts jiggle and bounce. His erection was close to instantaneous after that, but AnnaBelle still spoke to him seductively.
“I never really understood the appeal of the wet T-shirt contests one always hears about in America. Maybe I could enter one sometime—“
AnnaBelle took the sponge from the sink and walked across to the table, wiping it off. The fact that she was wearing one of his T-shirts and nothing else allowed him an enticing view of her bottom. Not one to ignore such a lovely presentation, Iain had pressed up close to her ass. His hands cupped her hips, and since he was only wearing a pair of cotton boxer shorts, there was no way AnnaBelle could miss his rock hard arousal nudging between her ass cheeks.
AnnaBelle sighed loudly before she spoke. “Oh my goodness, sir! Are you an officer of the law? Is that your gun?”
He groaned when she wiggled her bottom, returning his pressure by leaning back against him. “Don’t move, AnnaBelle,” Iain told her. “Just lean forward and rest your head on your forearms.�
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Once she was positioned, Iain had her spread her feet further apart as he released his cock. He pushed the shirt up her back, stroking his hands over her rounded bottom. His shorts slid to the floor and his hands came around her body and cupped her dangling breasts. The soft flesh overflowed his large hands, and his squeezes began plumping her breasts. As her nipples tightened, he paused to tug, pull and lightly flick his fingertips across them.
AnnaBelle’s groan and the wiggle of her bottom spoke loudly of her readiness. One of Iain’s hands moved down to her clit. Teasing presses and massages of the super-sensitive flesh had her hips jerking in response. Iain moved his hands to her hips and thrust into her wet heat.
“AnnaBelle!”
Iain cried out her name as he felt her hot, wet flesh enfold his cock. She took him deeply and freely, adjusting quickly to his rhythmic thrusts. Iain moved his hands back to her breasts, squeezing and massaging her now shaking tits. Inside her body, he could feel the most glorious squeezing around his cock. When she rocked against him, he could feel his rod pressing against a different kind of tissue. Without pause, Iain began the clit teasing and massage once again. He wanted to take her over to the truly passionate side of her nature while buried inside her body.
AnnaBelle was groaning and gasping, pressing back against his thrusting pelvis. Suddenly, Iain felt her grind and wiggle back against him, which further shoved his cock inside her. A moment later, she cried out.
“Oh, God! Iain! Yes!”
Iain felt the contractions, like shivers at first, coursing through her muscles around his cock. Her back arched, tilting her for even greater pressure. Iain thrust forward over and over, bouncing against her round ass. With each move against her, there followed the sound of his balls slapping against her flesh. Sliding his hands down, one started to stimulate her clit and the other clasped her hip.