Blood Of A Vampire (Negre Clan Book 1)

by Cheri Winters

  Thus far, she has been careful to never let her hands wander below my belt. Now, there is no way she cannot notice just how aroused I am. She smiles a little bit mischievously as she wiggles in my lap, giving me some nice sensations as well.

  I still have one arm under her knees. I wrap my other around her back and stand up, carrying her to the bed. I set her down gently. Carefully, so I can read her response, I part her knees. She lowers her legs a bit so I can’t see up her skirt, but allows me to open her legs. I unbuckle my belt and undo my trousers. She backs a little bit away from me, settling herself more fully onto the bed, and lowers her thighs some more, but still does not close them. As I kick off my shoes, she looks me right in the eye, smiles, and nods her head. I slip off my trousers and underwear, and stand naked before her. Her eyes take me all in, running down my chest, past my stomach, lingering just a bit at my groin, then to my thighs. Her trip back up is slower, with much more attention paid to how solid and turned on I am right now.

  I step forward and reach down, a couple of fingers behind each of her knees. She lets me lift up her legs, pointing her toes to shape her calf muscles nicely. I can see that her panties are a perfect match for the bra that now lies on the floor by the sofa. Ivy reaches her feet toward my thighs, tracing her toes up and down them. I move closer to the bed and climb up onto it, settling myself on all fours above her.

  Her back arches deeply, rolling her head back and exposing her neck to me, shaping her breasts even more perfectly than before. Her breath quickens and deepens. Her skin is now hot to the touch, and quivers everywhere I put my fingertips.

  I reach around her back and find the zipper for her skirt. I unzip it and am about to remove it when she says, "Lights. Please."

  I get off of the bed and find the light switch. Once the room is completely dark, I close my eyes. Ivy does not know that I see much better in darkness than I do in light, so I allow her keep this small amount of modesty she asks of me. I hear her slip out of her skirt as I blindly feel my way back toward the bed. I crawl over her again, straddling her body. She is kissing me more desperately now, the loss of light creating a very different intimacy when two bodies have only sound and touch to navigate by.

  I lower my body to almost rest upon hers, and she rolls her hips to lift up to me. The first time she does this, I can feel that she did not take her panties off with her skirt. It is getting to the point where I can wait no longer. Having her so close to me, so nearly naked underneath my bare body, so flooded with a desire to have me inside of her, inflames my own passions. I am aching harder than ever before in my life. Every second that passes with my lips against hers is an eternity of longing. I want to join my flesh with hers so badly that when I move my mouth down to nip at her neck, the thought of feeding on her never once crosses my mind. That part of me that existed before I was turned has woken up after a century of slumber. Right now, I am no longer a vampire, but a man who wants nothing more in all the world but to make love to his woman.

  I slip my fingers into the waistband of the last garment she is wearing. She instinctively lifts her hips and pulls her legs slightly together to help me get rid of that final barrier between us. Once she is completely undressed, she wriggles herself from laying sideways across the bed to rest her head on the pillows. I settle in beside her, hearing a little catch in her breath that sounds like disappointment that I don't climb right up on top of her. I so want to take my time with her, though, especially after I pushed her to do this tonight.

  I run my hand up the outside of her bare thigh, over the curve of her hip, reaching around to relish the feel of her exquisitely round bottom. I am anticipating her so much that I'm afraid I’ll last mere seconds once I get inside of her, so I decide to make sure she is well pleased first. I slip my hand between her legs and start stroking upwards. Immediately, she parts them, welcoming me, her breath quickening as I get closer and closer to that precious place between them. She moans quietly when I first touch her there, just dragging my hand across her incredibly soft hair. Even without wandering deeper, I can feel how eager she is to have me. I let my fingers play a little bit around her, carefully listening to her breathing and feeling the motions of her body. I finally slip a couple of fingers inside of her, which briefly sates her, and then lights her up even brighter. I let myself explore this hidden place, and once I find the way she most wants to be touched, and the rhythm she likes, it takes just a minute until I feel the tension in her climb up to a precarious peak, and she clamps her legs tight, trapping my hand, and wraps her arms around me, burying her face into my shoulder as she climaxes.

  "Please," she says. "Please, now..."

  I wiggle my hand out from between her still tense and shaking thighs, keeping one finger in contact with her skin as I bring it up between her legs, past her navel and up her belly, between her breasts, to rest it on the side of her neck. Feeling her blood flowing, fast and heavy, below the skin there consumes me with a powerful need for her. I roll up on top of her, using my knees to open her legs for me. She settles herself beneath me, reaching down between my legs to take hold of that part of me she is most interested in now. She strokes me a few times, and I have to distract myself lest I finish before I get a chance to get started.

  "Now?" I ask.

  "Please," she says again.

  I lower myself to her body, until we are belly to belly. With her legs open, hips lifted slightly to receive me, neither of us needs to use a hand to guide me to her. The attention I've just given her has her body wet and relaxed for me. I slip inside of her effortlessly, slowly bringing my hips up against hers, to bring myself fully inside of her. As I do so, her breath escapes in a long, trembling sigh.

  "Thank you," she whispers into my ear.

  I wait just a few seconds, until the intensity of the pleasure of being inside my sweetest lover subsides a bit, and then I pull back, bringing myself almost completely out of her. I press forward again, running my tongue against the front of her throat. There are no large blood vessels there, so I am not distracted by thoughts of feeding on her. Her skin there is so delightfully sensitive to my touch. I kiss and occasionally nip her throat and the notch where her collarbones meet while I slowly slip in and out of her. I bend my thoughts purely to reading her pleasure and ignoring my own, to give her time to build up to a second, much deeper and more intense climax. This one has her wrapping her legs around my waist and grinding her hips hard against mine, trying to force me in even deeper, while her hands grasp my back, nails digging into me. Without the ability to bury her face into my shoulder, she holds her breath while her body shakes and writhes under me, then gives voice to a full-throated song of pleasure as she crests the peak and her body starts to relax. There are no words I can make out, just a long, vocal exhalation that tells of tremendous happiness and contentment. This is what sends me finally over the edge myself. I can no longer hold back the building intensity within me, and it crashes over me like a massive wave. It starts down between my legs and shoots up into my chest, taking my breath away, making my arms and legs weak and I collapse onto her.

  I bring my head up so I can kiss Ivy. Her mouth is slightly insistent, a little bit greedy, and her hips continue to rock beneath me, giving me just enough to prolong that period when I'm still hard enough to stay inside of her.

  Never in all of my years have I ever felt so complete. It is almost an afterthought that I realize that I have now claimed her, and that as long as I live, no other vampire will be able to touch her.

  Chapter 10

  Ivy Stars

  I want Ben, and I want this. I really do, but I'm so nervous. I've never gone farther with a guy than just making out. Nobody has ever touched me intimately or seen me in anything less than a swimsuit. I've never had my hands on any part of a man's body but his shoulders or back. So much of what I’m about to do is such a mystery to me. I don't know exactly what I'm supposed to do. Probably the best thing is to just let Ben take charge. The first time we kissed, he was very
respectful, seemed to be constantly watching my reactions to things and not pushing any farther than I was comfortable. I know I can trust him to treat me well, but I also don't want to just lay there and react. I want to make sure he understands that I'm not just letting him have me. That this is something I want to share, as an equal partner, with him.

  I make him tell me about the most beautiful night sky he's ever seen while he drives.

  "Two years back," he says. "I went out camping over on the other side of the Rockies, southern Oregon. The park was completely off-grid. Miles from a paved road, food in bear bags up in trees, all of that. I was out with a couple of friends, and we didn't know when we left that a major meteor shower was supposed to happen while we were out there. One night it was warm enough that we didn't need a fire, we just laid ourselves out on our backs as the sun set and the stars came out as the sky darkened."

  Ben squeezes my hand, and goes on. "Then one of us saw a shooting star, then another, and another. We were unable to move, almost unable to blink because we didn't want to miss a single one. None of us slept until something like three or four in the morning."

  "Thank you," I say. "A lot of the time, especially this last year with college coming up, I find myself itching to get away from here, off to someplace bigger and with more people. I always seem to forget that I’m closer to the world out here, closer to the sky."

  "I think that no matter where you go, you will always have a home here to come back to. Any time you need a sky full of stars, you just need to take some time to come back," Ben says.

  "True," I say. "I just worry that I’ll forget to do it."

  "You won't. This place is too much a part of you. I've always been able to see that."

  Just a few minutes more of driving, and we pull up to the inn. We get the eye from the clerk about checking in, but we're both grown up. For a moment, I'm rattled at having to deal with this annoying detail, but then I realize that I'm mere moments from enjoying my life infinitely more than the sour faced clerk that looks like he hasn't smiled in weeks. That proof that I am alive and beautiful and precious to someone builds up inside of me. By the time Ben unlocks the door to our room, I am ready to have him right there at the threshold. I drop my overnight bag on the floor and am kissing him before he even gets the door shut.

  I hold him tight while he embraces me and returns the kiss as hungrily as I give it. There's a part of me that is almost audibly screaming for any touch right now. I clamp one of his thighs between mine and start rubbing against him. Anything to scratch that itch I've got right now. Awkwardly, since my legs trying to hold onto one of his, I try to walk backwards and drag him toward the bed that I know must be somewhere behind me. Instead of following, he plants his feet and breaks away from the kiss.

  Ben puts one hand on each of my cheeks and looks at me with those intensely blue eyes of his. I'm suddenly a little bit embarrassed at how physically assertive I suddenly became. He knows I've never been with anybody before, but I don't want to think that just a couple of days of playing kissy-face together and a hotel room are all it takes to make me into that kind of girl.

  The look on his face, though, reassures me that everything is good. There is such adoration as he studies me up close in the dim light. He kisses me once on the lips, lightly, on the forehead, on the top of my head. I realize he's slowing me down so we can do this properly, explore the many ways we can pleasure each other instead of just tearing off clothing and skipping right to the end.

  Instead of taking me to the bed, Ben leads me to the sofa and sits down beside me. We start to kiss again, wandering between gentle and insistent. His hands start to wander over my chest and before long, I'm back to wanting to tear my clothes off for him again. I decide to let him lead, though, let him enjoy the slow reveal of my body to him. It's hard, though. So hard to be patient and move at his pace.

  He starts unbuttoning my blouse, far enough to open it up and see what I've got on underneath. I try to apologize for not having something really sexy for him yet, but he seems rather happy with the lacy, dark green set that I've always thought looks great on me. I am now well into territory I've never been in before, and the excitement fills me with a renewed need for him. I fumble with his necktie. I have no idea how to start loosening it, but Ben is kind enough to handle it for me, and undo his top button. He goes for a second, but I'm having none of that. He gets to unwrap me, I get to unwrap him. It takes all the self-control I can muster to not just grab his shirt and tear it open, sending buttons flying everywhere.

  Once I get his shirt off, I run my hands all over his chest. I have never thought of him as bulky, but I've also noticed over time that he is strong. Now that I'm touching his bare skin, I can feel that he is solid underneath. Compact. Like there is not a single muscle that is wasted for show, all of it is in this majestic landscape of lean, toned power. I'm so wrapped up in exploring it that I don't realize he's taken my blouse off until I feel my bra suddenly loosen, freeing my breasts. I lean forward a bit and let the bra fall off. He leans back to get a good look at me, then comes in to kiss again, his lips and tongue freely wandering over my lips, my cheeks, behind my ears, down my neck. Oh, those kisses to my neck are glorious! I have never seen the thrill in neck kissing until Ben – he brings such a fascination and careful attention to the task that it takes my breath away every time. The only thing I'm feeling more intense than that is the alternation between us crushing our bare chests together, as if we're trying to touch directly heart-to-heart, and the electric tingle every time he touches one of my nipples.

  Now the fire between my legs is blazing out of control, and I can no longer control my hips. My body is desperately aching to have him inside of me. I am about to go for his belt when he lifts me up and drops me onto his lap. Oh, how solid he is! I smile up at Ben and wiggle my hips to let him know I notice.

  He wraps an arm around my back and stands up, carrying me to the side of the bed and gently laying me down. My legs are still together from the trip over, so he puts one hand on either of my knees and puts just enough pressure on to make it a polite invitation to open my legs for him. I notice him looking down at my body, and suddenly become inexplicably shy about him seeing my most intimate parts yet. I don't know exactly why – I still desperately want to feel him inside of me there, but also want to preserve some mystery about my body for a little while longer. When I separate my knees for him, I also lower my thighs so he cannot see up my skirt.

  He allows me that bit of modesty, but fortunately it does not stop him from going further. While Ben undoes his belt, I settle a little more comfortably on the bed. He kicks off his shoes and opens his pants, taking a bit of time in lowering them to the floor and stepping out of them. And now he is standing before me, at the edge of the bed, one of my calves on either side of him, showing me all of his glory. I take the time to admire everything, from the legs – just as fine and cleanly muscled as his torso – up to that most personal part of him. It is stiff, and I can see it bounce a tiny bit with every beat of his heart. I am simply amazed at how beautiful it is, how vital it looks. I always thought it would look like some separate and alien creature attached to the man, but on Ben, it is wholly a part of him.

  He places his fingertips behind my knees, and again pulls just enough to invite me to lift and open them for him. This time, I do not mind that my skirt rides up my thighs, exposing my panties to him. I reach out with my feet, running them up and down his thighs, then I pull him toward me.

  Ben climbs up onto the bed, straddling me, running those gently shocking fingers of his up and down my legs, along my sides, over my breasts. I can tell by his breathing now that he will not be able to wait much longer. He reaches a hand behind me, and unzips my skirt.

  "Lights, please," I ask, still needing the cover of darkness to truly and fully relax so I can take him. I enjoy every second of the trip his naked body takes to the light switch before the room goes black. Once the lights are out, I slip out of my skirt and drop it
on the floor. Ben finds his way back to me, and straddles me again. Sometimes, he almost lowers himself onto me, at others, he hovers a few inches above me. I need to raise my hips then, because even with one last item of clothing on, I cannot bear to not have my most secret part too far from him.

  I'm just about to demand that he take me already when his hands go to my waist and he removes that final piece cloth between us. I take the opportunity to crawl up the bed and rest my head on the pillows. However, Ben does not follow and climb right up on top of me. Instead, he lays down beside me and starts kissing me again, one hand cupping my bottom and the side of my hip. I try to hide a little sigh of disappointment, but at the same time, I realize by the way he is breathing now, that he's afraid he'll have no endurance if he enters me now. When his hand comes around to the inside of my thigh, and starts making its way upwards, I can tell he wants to give me a little bit of pleasure first. I open myself up fully for him and settle in a bit to enjoy the focused attention. He explores the outside of me first, stroking the soft fur between my legs, the surprisingly sensitive skin right where my inner thighs meet my body, walking up from there to the points of my hips and then back down.

  Ben then starts to play at the entrance to my body, finding that little spot right at the top that makes my back arch and my breath catch in my throat. He lets his fingers dance, studying my every reaction, narrowing in on the touch that gives me the most torturously sweet amount of pleasure. He carefully teases me, then I feel his fingers slip inside. He renews his wordless conversation with my body, this time not teasing at all, but following every single twitch and wiggle and moan of pleasure I make, building up the excitement within me higher and higher until I simply stop thinking about what he is doing, and just let my body respond to him. I have no idea if I am making any sound or saying anything when he brings me to the point of no return and his nimble, strong fingers shove me clear over the edge. All I know is that I have my legs locked tight around his hand and I can't breathe because I am smothering myself in his shoulder.