by Lane Hart
Chapter Twenty-One
"I'm sorry Tom. I'll leave. You need to sleep-" Joselin’s words cut off as I shut and locked the bedroom door.
When I turned back around she was sitting up in bed, the sheets around her waist while she watched me. Her warm brown eyes went straight to the obvious bulge in my pants that I no longer cared about hiding, and then back up again. Her lips, that I was so desperate to put my mouth on, parted when she sucked in a gasp of air.
When I climbed back in bed Joselin met me in the middle, smiling before I leaned down to kiss her. Once my lips touched hers a frenzy ignited between us. The kiss turned urgent and aggressive. While our mouths devoured each other’s, I reached out to grab the back of her neck to pull her to me, while my other hand reached for her hip and jerked her shorts and panties out of the way. When I was busy mounting Joselin, forcing her flat on her back, her hands were undoing the front of my pants.
My fingers eagerly went exploring between her legs. After a nineteen year draught I knew I couldn’t wait much longer, especially after feeling her wet and ready for me.
"Joselin, please tell me you want this, because I need you right now.”
“Yes,” she breathed. “I want you.”
“Thank God.”
We didn't even bother removing the rest of our clothes. She spread her legs and raised her hips up as I plunged into her all the way to the hilt with one long, quick thrust.
"Oh!" she screamed out as her back arched off the bed. Her hands grabbed onto my ass, urging me, pulling me to her.
I ground myself unmercifully into her, harder and faster with each thrust. I felt bad that it was going to be over so quickly, but it'd been so long for me, and she just felt too fucking good.
Luckily my ego was saved since it didn't take Joselin long to find her own release. Once she exploded and clenched around me I let go, my orgasm slamming through me, accompanied by a soundtrack of various curses and moans.
With the last bit of energy I had I flung myself back onto the bed and pulled Joselin on top of me, my arm still wrapped around her.
"I'm sorry," I told her, between gasping breaths. "I know there's such a thing as foreplay, but it's just been too damn long."
"Oh Tom, when it's that intense there's no need for foreplay," she said as she wrapped herself around me and laid her head on my chest. “That was … wow.”
I laughed as I recovered, rubbing my hand up and down her back that was still covered by her t-shirt. Oh, that had to go. I reached for the hem and drug it up over her head. Then I worked one-handed on the back clasp of her bra to undo it before throwing it out of the way.
"There. I should have at least taken the time to do that first."
She laughed and started sliding my pants and boxers further down my legs, pulling them all the way off. Finally we were both naked. My hands rubbed and explored all over her amazing body, already wanting to take her again, and just waiting for the lower part of my body to catch up.
"You're a gorgeous woman, Joselin. Your ex-husband was an idiot not to appreciate what he had."
"Thanks, Tom," she said as she pressed a soft kiss to my chest. "I wish I knew why I wasn't good enough for him. Were the other women prettier, sexier, have bigger breasts? I mean what the hell was wrong with me that I couldn't be all that he wanted?"
"I’m looking at every inch, and there is not a single thing wrong with you. I think for some jackasses affairs are just an addiction, like drugs or alcohol. He would have done the same thing to any woman he married."
"Maybe," she said with a shrug.
"So, if you don't mind me asking, how long has it been for you?" I ran my hand over her beautiful long brown hair that smelled like grapefruit. I knew I’d never be able to smell that fruit again without thinking of this moment with Joselin.
"It’s really embarrassing. Seven years, maybe eight. I stopped sleeping with him way before we separated, and there hasn’t been anyone since. How about you?"
"Nineteen years."
Joselin shot up off of me. "Tom, I'm sorry. Why didn’t you say something? Are you okay with this?"
I pulled her back down on me. "I'm fine, really. I'll always love Elizabeth, but I think I'm ready to move on with my life. I want to stop feeling so guilty, and depressed, even angry. I know she'd want me to be happy instead of the way I've lived for all these years."
She leaned down to kiss my lips again and we both just laid there wrapped around each other, content to be with someone else for a change. I had just dozed off to sleep when I heard voices in the hallway. Kate must have finally woken up. Thank God.
"I wouldn't do that Kate." I heard Sam’s muffled voice say through the door.
"What? I've been worried about him for weeks, I want to see him," Kate said, and then the door knob rattled. "Why is the door locked?"
Joselin and I both jumped out of bed and started looking for our clothes, like our parents had just come home and caught us in the act.
"Kate, I’m telling you, leave the man alone. I'm sure he's just ... sleeping."
"Why are you smiling like that? Sam, what’s going on?”
"Fine, if you really want to know, Joselin is here."
"Oh. Well good. But where is she?" There was a loud gasp and then, "No. There's no way. Seriously?"
"Seriously. I swear Kate, they looked like two goofy-ass teenagers when they met."
Joselin and I were both finally dressed, and still smiling like said teenagers when we went to the door and I pulled it open.
"Daddy!" Kate screamed as she hugged me. "I was so worried about you."
"Oh sweetie, I'm fine, just worried about you."
Kate finally pulled away and then looked over my shoulder at Joselin who was standing just behind me. Her cheeks reddened because of the awkwardness.
"Hi, you must be Joselin. It's nice to meet you. Thank you so much for your help with everything," Kate said as she stepped forward to hug her.
"It's nice to finally meet you, Kate. You're good for Sam. I've never seen him so happy," Joselin said as she looked over at him. His arms were crossed as he leaned against the hall wall, and he was grinning as he watched the show.
"So, you two are sharing a room?" Kate asked. She looked into the room and the unmade bed, then quickly away. "That's … good. I'm glad you like each other enough to um, share a room."
"So, how are you feeling? We were worried about you. You passed out for hours," I asked as I looked her over. Other than being a little paler than normal she looked like she was doing alright.
"I'm okay, just a little shook up. It all happened so fast I guess my mind just couldn't process everything. I'm really glad you were there today," she said and her eyes started to water.
"Oh, sweetie, I'm sorry it happened that way. Do you think the baby's okay?" I asked.
Her eyes widened before she turned around to look back at Sam. He shrugged in apology, then came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"Yeah, I-I guess so," she answered as her hands went to her lower stomach. "I'm still trying to get used to the whole idea. God, you must think I’m such a slut," she said, covering her face.
"No, of course not! I could never think that, and don’t worry. Everything is going to be fine now. You're going to be a great mother, and I know Sam will take care of you both," I told her.
"Yeah, he will," she said, uncovering her face with a smile as she looked up and kissed Sam. Then she asked, "So how do you feel about being a grandfather?"
"Shit, that makes me feel old."
"Sam, tell us how old you were when Tom was born," Joselin said with a grin.
"Oh, probably in my mid-thirties," he answered and we all laughed.
"So, do either of you need anything to eat, or anything else? Sam's making me have something for dinner," Kate said.
"No, I'm good sweetie. All I need is a few days of sleep," I told her.
"Me too. I mean I'm fine, thanks," Joselin answered.
"Okay, so
we’ll go eat, and they can get back to their sleep," Sam said with a smile as he nudged Kate down the hall toward the kitchen.
I'm sure my face had also turned a little red, but my temporary embarrassment didn’t do much to curb my libido. I grabbed Joselin's hand and led her back into the bedroom, closing and locking the door before I pressed her against it and covered her mouth with mine.
"Could I convince you to take your clothes off again?" I asked as I placed kisses down the column of her neck.
"Yes. Maybe we should do that first this time," she said as her hands went to my shirt and pulled it off, then started on my pants.
"I'll try to wait that long, but I can't promise anything."
I pulled her shirt over her head, took her bra off, and then pushed her shorts and panties to the floor. An instant later we'd made it to naked, but I couldn't wait any longer.
My hands grabbed onto Joselin's incredible ass as I lifted her and leaned her back against the door. Her long tan legs locked around my waist, while her arms went around my neck. When I penetrated her again she threw her head back and cried out, breaking our kiss. I held still inside of her, worried I had been in too big of a rush.
“Too rough too soon?” I asked.
Joselin ground against me, lifting herself up and down as much as she could in the confined position against the door.
“No, God no,” she finally answered. She pulled my mouth to hers, stroking her tongue sensually over mine before she pulled back again. “I need you to fuck me Tom. Fast, slow, hard, I don’t care, as long as you don’t stop.”
I sure as hell could do that. Hopefully several times over.
“It’s going to be hard and fast again,” I told her, pulling back before thrusting into her. It was hard enough to make the door bang in its frame, but I didn't care. I was a man with years of pent up sexual need, and at the moment, finding ways to release all that tension with this woman was all that mattered. “But I’m not stopping until you come.”
“Oh! Yes! Oh! Fuck!” Joselin cried out with every shove as I blissfully and unmercifully pounded into her.
I lasted longer this time, but not by much. My sex drive had temporarily overcome my exhaustion, but as soon as Joselin came I lost it, drilling one last time into her before shuddering from my own explosive release.
Still struggling to catch my breath, I lowered Joselin’s legs down until her feet touched the ground, but couldn't yet move my sweaty worn out body. The door was all that was currently holding me up as I leaned against it, my forearm above her head. She reached up and grabbed my face in her hands before she smiled and pressed light kisses over and over against my lips.
"You are by far the best lover I've had in two-hundred and sixty years. And the sexiest," she told me while trailing her hands over my chest and stomach, back up to my shoulders. If I thought the exhaustion was bad, her statement damn near had me falling over laughing. I picked her up and actually made it to the bed before I collapsed with her on top of me.
"Then darling, you've had some really terrible lovers," I told her as I continued to chuckle. "I'm old and worn out. I know, I know, you've been around more years, but you look like you're in your thirties, so I'm at least fifteen years older than you were when you were changed."
Joselin sat up, her knees straddling my hips as her fingertips made another circuit over my chest and stomach.
"You are not old. You take care of yourself and are in really, really great shape."
"How old were you when you were changed?" I asked.
"Thirty-six."
"So that makes me eleven years older than you. Now I feel much better," I said rolling my eyes.
"You don't look forty-seven. Even with the light hair you were all Anderson Cooper handsome. But with the dark hair and blue eyes, well I think you look my age, and like a sexy Clark Kent," Joselin said as she leaned forward, combing her hands through my dyed hair. “And I’ve been with men in their twenties who didn’t even come close to giving me an orgasm.”
Her position placed her mouthwatering breasts right above me, and I couldn't resist cupping them. She gasped before she arched her back to press them towards me. My hands went up to grab her shoulders, pulling her forward until I could take her nipple into my mouth. She made small sounds above me while I took my time licking, teasing and nipping each one.
I slid a hand between her legs that were still straddling my waist, and pressed into her sex, making her breath hitch. She ground and worked her clit against my fingers while my mouth stayed latched on her breast. This time when Joselin came I saw her fangs when she moaned above me.
"I won't bite you. I promise," she gasped out, probably worried I was going to freak out.
"I wouldn't mind," I told her, and surprise flitted over her face as she rode out her orgasm.
"Not this time," she finally said, as she fell forward onto my chest to recover.
"Why not?" I asked, while I rubbed her back, loving the sight and feeling of her body on top of mine.
She raised her head up and ran a hand through her dark hair to get it out of her face. "It's better for me and you if it's during sex," she said with a smile, her fangs already gone.
"Oh."
"Sorry about that. I can usually hold off the fangs as long as I drink regularly, but I guess three orgasms in an hour was just too much for my control. But don't worry, just because they come down doesn't mean I'm hungry or I'm going to snap and bite you."
"So I don't have to worry about you messing with my memories?" I joked. "Because I sure as hell don't want to forget being with you."
"No, you're safe. It’s really nice that you already know what I am, so there's nothing I need to worry about erasing or hiding from you. Well, unless you decide to go back to work for the D.R.A."
"That will never fucking happen. I didn't get to see much of the news, but did they ever say that Kate was a witch?"
She thought about it then shook her head. “No, I don't believe I ever heard them mention that, and I watched those clips so many times. You think they were too embarrassed to admit it?"
"Oh yeah. I bet they already have a new family blood testing policy in place. I hated working for them, but I was too damn paranoid to leave. I didn't want them to find out about Kate, and I guess it worked since they never suspected her of being anything but normal."
"You're a good father," she said with a quick kiss. "And you saved Kate's life again today. By saving her life you saved Sam's, so thank you."
“Sam calls you his ‘vampire mom’?”
She laughed. “Yeah, that’s a pretty good description I guess.”
"Did you ever have any children?"
"No," she said and she blinked a few times when her eyes started to water. "Always wanted them, but husband number one left me and husband two died fighting in a war. Then I was changed. Sam's as close as I've ever had to a son, but as you've seen, he's a grown man. He’s always been independent, and never needed me."
"He probably needs you more than you know," I told her.
"At first, maybe. He'd lost all of his family before I found him and changed him."
"When was that?"
"The Fourth of July, in 1954. I was headed home from the celebration downtown when my headlights flashed over him lying on the side of the road. It was obvious that several, if not all, of his limbs were broken, spine too I think. There was blood everywhere, but he was still alive. Barely," she shook her head and her eyes almost overflowed with tears.
"I asked him if he wanted to live a long life drinking blood. Even if he'd said no I probably would have done it, because I couldn't stand to see him in so much pain. I gave him my blood then loaded him up in my car and brought him home with me. By the next day he was healed and happy. I was worried he'd be upset once he was better, but he just thanked me and started asking questions, wanting to know more." She smiled at the memory.
"It was nice having someone that knew what I was and shared that part of my life with me. He moved
in and lived with me for about thirty years. He was always so laid back and fun, but I knew he was lonely. He thought sleeping with lots of random women was the answer. I lost count of how many came through our house during those years. I erased quite a few memories for him too."
"Thanks a helluva lot for telling me that Joselin," I joked.
"Oh crap, sorry! He's not like that anymore, hasn't been for years. He was only looking for what was missing from his life, and trying to deal with keeping the secret of his new lifestyle. He just went about it all the wrong way. He loves Kate, and I know she's it for him. I wouldn't be surprised if they were married before the end of the year."
"I'm guessing sooner," I told her.
"Really?" she asked with a smile.
"Yeah, he told me earlier he was going to ask her."
"Aw. Good for them. He's never been married. Never even been in love that I know of."
"I feel a little bad about what I said when I met him. I was pissed and asked if he'd brainwashed Kate to stay with him so he could drain her."
"You're her father, so of course you were just worried about her. But as far as I know, Sam's never been able to erase memories or mesmerize anyone, and he’d never hurt her."
"Well, that's good to know I guess. So Joselin…this may be too personal, and you don't have to answer…but how did you become a vampire?"
"I asked for it," she said simply.
"Really?"
"Yeah. In 1790 I had been divorced and was a widow at age thirty-six, so of course no one else was going to marry me. No one wanted me, and I’d lost all of my family. Then I met him. Nathanial Miller. He was a vampire and I thought I was in love. I thought I wanted to spend an eternity with him, and Nate said he wanted the same with me. Then, after he couldn't drink from me anymore, he had to drink from other women. Like I told you, giving in to one lust leads to the other. He couldn't give up screwing the women he drank from, and I wasn't ever going to be okay with him doing that." She wiped at the tears before they could fall down her cheeks.