Nibbled by the Vamp(6)

The ice blue of Griffin’s eyes bled to red and she watched the rapid rise and fall of his chest as he fought for breath. Further perusal of his body revealed his cock, thick and standing proud against his abdomen, ready for her. A tiny pearl of pre-cum decorated the tip and she ached to taste him, wondering if his cum would be as delicious as his mouth. Her pussy released a bit more of her cream, aching and begging for a touch, a stroke, anything, as she stared at him.

A growl grabbed her attention and she returned her gaze to his face, noting the changes. His fangs were long and flashing in the light, eyes a shining red and part of her knew that he was a bloodsucker on the edge.

Wren reached for that tantalizing dick, only to have her hand brushed aside.

“No, little bird. I’ll have my taste first.”

Okay…a bit-o-blood and a lotta boinking. She was down with that.

Only…only when Griffin came at her, he didn’t sink those sharp teeth into her neck. No, he eased between her thighs, spreading them wide, exposing her pink bits to his gaze.

Thank God she’d gotten waxed last week.

Wren rose to her elbows, propping up her body so she could watch the fierce vamp. She wasn’t sure if fangs on girly parts were a good thing.

But that’s not what he did.

A single finger stroked the seam of her sex lips, sliding along the aroused skin, tracing the line that hid her heat.

“Look at how pink you are. You’re slick and ready for me, aren’t you?”

Her nipples hardened, clit twitching within her folds with that delicate touch.

“Yes, I think you are.” Griffin stroked deeper, finger slipping along her wetness.

The vamp went further, skimming her hidden nub and yanking a moan from deep within her chest. “Griffin.”

He repeated the caress, increasing his pressure with the next pass. Then again.

She rocked her hips, matching his movements, searching out even more pleasure with his every touch.

“How beautiful you are. How slick and ready for me.”

Beneath her gaze, his position shifted until he lay prone between her thighs, mouth (and seriously sharp teeth) inches from her pussy.

“Griffin…” Wren tensed and flexed the muscles in her legs, fighting against his presence between her thighs. She craved the vamp like her next breath, but she valued her vajayjay even more.

“Only pleasure, little bird.”

Taking him at his word, she relaxed and waited for his next move.

She didn’t have to wait long.

With gentle touches, Griffin separated her lower lips, exposing her soaked flesh to the cool room, and she couldn’t fight the shiver that fluttered through her. Which earned her a wicked smile from the vamp.

“I’ll warm you up.” He gave her a wink, then leaned forward and flicked his tongue against her needy clit.

Wren hissed and twitched. Griffin repeated the teasing caress, tongue lapping at her bundle of nerves. Slivers of arousal grew, increasing with each subsequent touch. Again and again he returned, stoking the fires of her need. But it still wasn’t enough.

As if sensing her desires, he wrapped his lips around the source of her pleasure, sucking and lapping at the tiny bit of flesh.

“Griffin. Yes. Need.” Sentences had abandoned her.

He moaned against her, one of his hands disappearing from sight only to have talented fingers tease her opening. Those lovely digits traced her hole, large circles growing smaller and smaller with every revolution until they tormented the very center of her.

“Fuck.” She rocked against him, begging for his penetration.

But still he teased. Just a hint of his finger, a mere inch, and then it disappeared. Soft, shallow thrusts tormented her. With every dip inside, her pussy clenched and pulsed, clit twitching between his lips.

Unbidden, she reached down and fisted his strands. “Griffin. Damn it.”

A chuckle was his only response, but he was a good little vamp lover and returned to his frustrating actions.

Griffin fluttered his tongue over her aching clit, increasing his suction, and then he slid a single digit into her waiting pussy.

“Fuuuccckkk.” She arched her back, shoving her hips forward.

He withdrew that finger, but replaced it with two, giving her a gentle stretch of her sheath.

“Yes,” she hissed. “More.”

The vamp moaned against her flesh and did as she asked, replacing two with three, and a deeper burn wrapped around her pussy. He took his time, sliding in and out of her cunt, easy thrusts that she matched without hesitation.

Griffin moved with her, taking and giving with every shift of muscle, digits stroking her walls and fanning her arousal.

Wren’s nipples were hardened nubs, begging for a touch and she obliged. Slumping against the mattress, she let her eyes drift closed and brought her free hand to her breast. She kneaded and caressed the plump mound, not fighting the shivers of pleasure that danced through her body.