1933563311-Convince-Me-Ramagos.doc

by Convince Me (lit)

  "I am truly sorry. Do you want me to leave?"

  Did she want him to leave?

  No!

  Kailey let her gaze trail over him. Even clad in a robe that reached his knees, the man was a smorgasbord of muscles. The mere sight of the smooth pale flesh that peeked through the slight V left open between the lapels of the robe had her mouth going dry, then watering again with the need to taste, to explore.

  He was wicked temptation and she was unable to resist. She moved to him, her gaze slinking up to lock with his. She brought her hands up and used the tips of her fingers to slide beneath the edges of the silk at his collar, to pull the lapels to the sides and expose more of that breathtaking chest.

  "Am I to take this as a no, you do not want me to leave?"

  "What I want," she told him as she slid the robe off his shoulders and let it fall across his back, "is for you to keep your promise, Damian." As she spoke, she reached down to untie the belt. With one light tug, the half-knot came loose and the robe fell like a silky curtain to the floor at his feet. He was gloriously naked beneath the robe, just as she hoped he would be, all pale skin, rippling muscles and hard ridges. So many exciting places to touch and explore.

  She let her gaze fall slowly down the front planes of his body until she found that one hard muscle her body wanted most. His cock was huge, thick, fully erect and jutting out between them. She licked her lips, her mouth suddenly dry and craving for a salty sweet taste she knew she could find only in a man's dick.

  "In that case, may I join you in the shower? It is getting a bit cold standing out here."

  She chose to answer with her actions rather than words. Brazenly, she wrapped a hand around his shaft and used a slight squeezing pressure on his dick to pull him into the shower. She saw his eyes grow wide with surprised amusement, but he didn't fight her, didn't voice a word of protest. He watched her though, his gaze searching, anticipatory, eager and hot. Yes, beneath it all, that gaze was pure sex.

  She positioned him until his back was beneath the steamy water and watched his lids flutter closed at the heavenly feel of warmth on cold skin. His dick still in her hand, she stroked a soft moan from his parted lips. Then, she couldn't help herself. She had to taste him.

  She dropped to her knees. One hand continued to stroke his cock while the other slowly caressed his thigh. Hard muscles flexed beneath her hands. She squeezed his cock. Just the smallest amount of pressure, but it was enough for her to catch his quick intake of breath as her hand slid down his shaft. Comforting to know vampires really breathed, she thought and hadn't realized until that moment that his ability to breathe, or lack thereof, had been a question in her mind.

  "Kailey, what are you doing?" His voice was raspy, thick with need and wonderment.

  Again, she allowed her actions to speak for her. She found a comfortable position on her knees on the wet-tiled shower floor and licked just the tip of his dick, came away with a small bead of pre-cum on her tongue. Salty sweet, like she wanted. It fueled her hunger, made her pussy burn and begged to have that dick inside her.

  She denied her body that wish and guided his cock into her mouth instead. She took him slowly, inch by glorious inch, until her lips met the hand still wrapped around his shaft. Then she let go so she could take even more of him. He was long, so long and almost impossibly thick. She had to take it slow, coax her throat to take all of him without her gag reflexes kicking in.

  It became a battle of wills. Her body's will of what it could and could not swallow versus her will of what she desperately wanted, what she knew she would take. She moved her hand on his thigh, brought it between his legs to cup his balls as she finally sucked down the last inch of him, slowly began to pull away, let him slide almost completely out of her mouth.

  "Oh merciful heaven," she heard him say on a deliberate, pleasured sigh. "Kailey, my sweet—"

  She didn't let him finish. Her need to taste him became too great, the feel of his hard dick in her mouth too fabulous to take the time to listen to anything but her own desires. She took him in again, in one quick motion that had him crying out. She would have smiled at that had she been able to. Her lips tight around his cock, she sucked him in, swallowed him, drew him out again in as fast a pace as she dared. She heard him start to pant, his hips joining the pace she set met her lips stroke for stroke. Wow! Not only did vampires breathe, but they could pant too, she thought in fleeting amazement.

  Kailey, my sweet, if you do not stop soon I am going to cum in your mouth. Is that what you want?

  Several heartbeats passed before she realized he stopped speaking aloud and was in her head again, but when she did she was instantly pissed. She pulled back, let his dick fall from her mouth and stood up. "I told you to get out of my head, Damian. I meant it. Get out."

  "I am sorry. Truly, I am. I forgot myself. You are so amazing!" He touched her cheek with the backs of his knuckles, brushed his thumb over her lips. "Your mouth is so warm, soft, wet. I am not accustomed to being the submissive. You must forgive me."

  She knew she shouldn't give in so easily. She should stand her ground, stay pissed at least long enough to be sure he knew she meant business. Yet, she found her temper cooling, nevertheless. It both surprised and worried her. "Are you doing that?"

  "Doing what?"

  "Calming me down, making my temper fade."

  "I assure you that I am not."

  "Could you? I mean can you control someone's feelings that way?"

  "Yes. I do have that ability."

  "But you aren't controlling me now?"

  "No. And I promise to stop speaking to you in your mind. But you must understand that when you do something like that, like what you just did to me—" He shook his head and a faintly mischievous grin returned to his lips. "Even I lose control sometimes, Kailey." As if to add weight to those words, his gaze dropped to her breasts

  and his eyes clouded with desire. He reached out, caught her waist in one hand and spun her, pulling her back hard against him.

  His hands started below her hips and began a slow climb that tantalized even as it satisfied. Her arms floated upward as his hands grazed her sides until she had no choice but to put her arms behind her, latch them around his neck. Her head lolled to one side and rested on his shoulder. She felt his warm breath on her neck as he bent his head and her own breath caught in her throat.

  He must have sensed it, felt her body grow stiff in his arms because his lips moved to her ear and he whispered, "I won't bite, my sweet. Never, unless you say I can."

  Should she trust him? Could she? She didn't know. She wanted to, needed, especially at this moment, to trust him. Yet, he'd deceived her, lied to her if only by omission from the moment they met. Of course, what had she done when he finally told her the truth? She left him because she'd simply been unable to believe.

  She dated this man for weeks and never guessed that he was anything more than a normal guy. She caught on to his occasional odd way of speaking but discounted that as upbringing, maybe even a foreign ancestry. He was more of a gentleman than most, but even that hadn't been so overplayed as to raise suspicions. She laughed with him and held him. Hell, she even kissed him! Never once did she question his sanity and certainly not his mortality. Not until the night he told her he was a vampire.

  She arrived tonight knowing what he claimed to be, believed him to be off his rocker, and yet standing here with him, being with him again, she felt comfortable, at ease as though she were exactly where she belonged. He told her that tonight she would believe and she did. How could she not? And this time, she didn't run. Instead, she all but fell into his arms, begged him to have sex with her.

  Could she trust him?

  Kailey found herself thinking back to the night they met. The way he had warded off the jackass who attempted to start a barroom brawl simply because she denied him a dance. The way he had then taken her hand and led her to the dance floor with more gentlemanly grace than she'd ever seen in a man. He'd protected her that
night, made her feel safe, and despite his deception by omission, she knew because of that first night, she could trust him.

  And with that decision, she nodded and gave herself to him. Her fingers played in the satiny dark strands at the nape of his neck as his tongue licked at her ear.

  "Does that mean you have decided to trust me?" He nibbled so lightly on her ear lobe she almost didn't realize what he did until she felt the slight graze of fangs.

  He was testing her, she realized. In the subtlest of ways, he tested her to see how she would react to being in his arms now that she knew the truth, how she would react knowing that sharp fangs were only a few teeth away. How had he hidden those from her for so many weeks?

  "Yes, Damian. I trust you." Her voice didn't waver and it seemed to please him. His hands moved to cup her breasts and she shivered, both from the excitement of the touch and the chill of being wet and out from under the shower spray.

  "Cold?" He didn't wait for her answer, but pulled her a half a step back until the water streamed over his shoulder and down her body. He released her breasts, turned his hands palms up to catch the water. He spread it over her breasts, massaged it into her skin.

  His hands were like velvet on her flesh, equally cool and warm at the same time. She felt no calluses, no roughness, only smooth surfaces as they passed over her nipples, moved under her breasts to cup them, weigh them, before the thumbs moved to the nipples again. His thumbs traced circles around her nipples until they became taut and throbbed with need.

  He continued to tease one breast as he released the other, trailed a hand down her stomach. He was much taller than her and she felt him bend behind her, lower himself enough that he could easily reach between her legs. He pushed her legs open enough to slide his hand inside and cup her mound. At her breasts, he caught her throbbing nipple between this thumb and forefinger and rolled it, squeezing ever so slightly. The sensation was just this side of pain. Still cupping her dark curly mound, he pushed his middle finger between her folds and delved inside her pussy.

  She gasped at the invasion and rolled her head against his shoulder. The finger wiggled inside her, circled, felt the walls on her vagina. It slid out and a second finger joined it on the inward thrust. Together, side by side, they stretched her and found that spot deep inside her that coaxed her hips to pump to the rhythm he set, that made her climb the orgasmic mountain. It was so much more than what he did to her metaphysically, felt so much more than that icy finger that left her writhing on the chaise in the main room. With a few simple thrusts and a few wiggles, he brought her right back where he left her when Jennifer arrived. Only this time he was there in the flesh with her. This time he held her. This time she wouldn't let him stop until she got what she wanted from him.

  What she wanted from him. The thought echoed in her mind. Oh, what he did now felt fabulous. Her knees grew weak and in another few seconds she would fill his hand with her own sticky juices. But to be fingered into orgasm wasn't what she wanted from him. She wanted more, so much more.

  He shifted behind her and she felt his hard dick rub against her bare ass. Yes. That was what she wanted. She opened her mouth to tell him so, but he flicked his fingers inside her in a fast motion that sent her over the edge without warning. She came, panting and convulsing, writhing and bucking into his hand, drawing his fingers as deeply inside her as possible.

  "Damian!" she cried out his name, panting and moaning her pleasure. Her legs went weak and, if not for his body behind her to lean against, his arms around her to hold her up, she would have crumbled to the floor for the second time that night. "You were supposed to go with me," she said, her breath still ragged even after several long moments.

  "Oh, I will, my sweet," he said and his tone held as much promise as his words. "I'm not through with you yet." And as if to prove it, he wriggled his fingers still buried deep inside her.

  She found herself almost instantly there again. No man's touch had ever brought her so close to orgasm so quickly. How the hell did he do that? With the powers he promised not to use on her perhaps? She speculated and decided she really didn't care. Not at this point. Having a man who could bring her to orgasm with a mere touch could prove to be very beneficial.

  "Damian." She said his name again, made it a warning as he continued to wiggle and stroke her insides.

  "Yes, Kailey?"

  "Fuck me." She all but growled the words.

  "Is that what you want?" His voice felt like whipped cream and melted chocolate sliding over her skin. Never had a voice teased her as much as a touch and he knew it too.

  "Yes. Yes. Please."

  "Please what? Exactly what is it you want? Tell me, Kailey. Say it for me. Tell me what it is that you want from me, what you want me to do to you." His finger stilled inside her and her pussy burned for more. He brushed the pad of his thumb lightly over her clit, flicked one finger inside her on that spot that drove her mad just once and then stopped. "Tell me, Kailey. Tell me specifically what you want."

  She writhed against him and thought she even heard herself whimper. "I—I want your dick inside me," she managed to say. She felt that dick rub against her ass as if it had a mind of its own and knew she spoke about it. It fueled her nerve. "I want your dick pounding inside me. I want your hands on me, on my breasts. I want you to fuck me until I scream from the pleasure of it, and then fuck me some more."

  "Such bluntness. Yes. That is what I like. I get the impression, my sweet, that you prefer roughness rather than tenderness from your man."

  "Tonight, I do" She felt her cheeks blush a little at the admission. She did like rough sex. She didn’t usually like to admit it. Therefore, she never got that rough sex her body craved.

  His hand moved to the back of her head, under her hair. He balled her wet strands in his fingers and pulled just enough to make her gasp, just enough pain for it to arouse more than hurt. "You forgot to say please." His voice took on a deeper, more controlled timbre and yet it still poured over her like fine champagne.

  She looked up at him, gazed deeply into those eyes as blue as the sea, and felt herself go under. "Please," she said in a seductive whisper. "Harder. Now. Please Damian."

  His free hand moved to curve around her waist. One of his knees pushed between her legs, coaxing them to spread. He bent her forward and she obliged, impatiently waiting and wanting what he would do next. Somehow, without any guidance of hand and with no further warning, he plunged inside her.

  She cried out, the feeling too good for words. Though she was wet and ready for him, he was too large, too thick and she too tight. That one quick thrust as he entered her stretched her almost to the point of pain. He filled her more completely than she thought possible. Nearly blinded by the pleasure of his thrusts into her, she reached out, braced her palms on the glass shower wall. The new position made her ass stick out more toward him, giving him the ability to pound his dick even deeper inside her until he reached the end of her. He bumped her cervix on each inward thrust.

  It should hurt, she knew. Actually, it did hurt, but it was a pleasurable pain, mind-numbing and wonderful. She only had one other man in her life who could fill her this completely, reach the end of her as Damian did now and it had been far too long ago.

  Damian's hands gripped her hips as he continued to pound into her. God, the sensations that tingled through her! Her skin grew sticky with a fine sheen of sweat that had nothing to do with the warm shower and everything to do with the heat he caused inside her. Their bodies made a slapping sound of flesh on flesh as his hips met her ass. Then, she exploded. Her body went wild and lax at the same time as the orgasm took control. If not for the wall in front of her and his hands on her hips behind her, she surely would fall flat on her face.

  "You are truly amazing, my sweet," Damian said in a voice barely above a whisper. His hand rubbed her back, slid down over her ass and back up again. He caressed her, petted her, and still held her up with one hand around her waist.

  Seconds, hell, ma
ybe even minutes, passed before Kailey pushed herself off the wall and straightened against him. She angled her head and looked up at him over her shoulder. "Ditto," she said and couldn't stop the goofy grin that spread her lips.

  "Shall I wash you?"

  "You mean, give me a bath?" A new concept, she thought and liked the idea. No man ever offered to bathe her before. Too often the men in her life were more concerned with their own pleasure than hers. Little things like a bit of romance, a tender washing after sex, that kind of stuff never occurred to them.

  Damian took her silence as a yes. He lathered lavender body wash on a puff, held her hair to one side and gently but thoroughly scrubbed her back from nape of neck to heel of foot. When he finished her backside, he moved his hands to the front, lathered her from collarbone all the way down in the lavender suds. Now able to stand on her own, she reveled in the feel of his soapy hands on her flesh. His body slid down hers as he kneeled behind her to reach the lower front of her body. His lips brushed over first one ass cheek and then the other and she thought she felt the slightest scrape of fang in the kisses before he straightened to full height behind her.

  She felt it then, the fully erect penis that brushed her lower back. No way. No way could he be so hard again so quickly. She turned in his arms to face him and allowed him to see every bit of the surprise she felt through her eyes. "You didn't cum." She made it more a statement of fact than a question because the evidence of truth stretched long and hard between them.

  "No, my sweet. Not yet."

  "Damn," she breathed in wonderment. She trailed a fingernail lightly from the start of his shaft against his body all the way to the tip of his cock. "And you say I'm amazing. Where did you learn such self control?"

  "Centuries of practice. Learning to please a woman beyond her imagination made for a good past-time."

  "Centuries?" she whispered and stopped herself from asking how many centuries. She always liked older men, but holy cow!