The Accidental Vampire(69)
Instead of answering, Victor leaned the mirror against the wall and then peered at her
with an expression of concentration.
Elvi waited, knowing he was trying to read her. She wasn't sure if she'd know if he'd
read her or not, but nothing seemed to happen. They just stood there while an odd
array of expressions flew across his face; concentration, bewilderment, amazement,
then doubt. She'd just become sure he must be reading her mind, when he suddenly
stepped closer and reached out to touch her arms, holding them in a firm grip as he
refocused his concentration.
"I can't," he said at last and Elvi couldn't tell from his expression if it was a good thing
or not. He'd gone suddenly pale, but his expression was hard to read. Turning away, he
leaned against the car as if suddenly weak, and she felt concern claim her.
"Victor?" She moved to his side, then slipped under his arm to stand between him and
the car and peered up into his face. His eyes had been closed, but now opened.
"Are you all right?" Elvi asked uncertainly, reaching up to press a hand to his chest.
Victor covered her hand with his own, pressing it to his heart, then lifted it to his lips
and pressed a kiss to it. The gesture was so caring that she found herself holding her
breath, and then his tongue dipped out and slid over one finger, sliding along it to the
spot where it met her hand.
Elvi felt a shiver run up her back and swallowed thickly as she watched what he was
doing with fascination. Heat was pooling in her belly again. When he then drew that
finger into his mouth and sucked on it, her whole body seemed to tingle with the
caress and she suddenly found herself leaning heavily on the side of the car behind
her.
Drawing her hand away, he let her finger pop from his mouth, and then used the hand
to pull her into his arms as his mouth claimed hers again. Elvi slipped her arms around
his neck, her mouth opening beneath his as she felt the top of her blouse being tugged
downward. The snap of the bra being released barely reached her ears, but she gasped
as the cool air touched them, then Victor caught her by the waist and lifted her onto
the hood of the car.
Moaning into his mouth, Elvi arched as his hands closed over both breasts, the rough
skin of his fingers, unimpeded, now caressed and kneaded as his tongue swept through
her mouth.
Eager to touch him as well, Elvi slid her hands beneath his cotton Tâshirt, urging it up
his body until it caught under his arms. She then delighted in running her hands over
the naked flesh she'd revealed, catching and gently tweaking his nipples as he was
doing to her.
The cloth of her blouse must have been getting in his way, Elvi realized, when he
forced her arms to her sides so that he could tug the cloth down and free of her hands.
She shivered as the light material of the peasant blouse pooled around her waist,
leaving her topless, but Victor slid his arms around her at once, warming her with his
body, the springy hair on his chest brushing her nipples.
Missing his kisses, Elvi slid a hand into his hair and urged his mouth back to hers,
murmuring happily when he thrust his tongue inside. It was a short kiss, however.
Pulling free, he dropped his mouth to explore her breasts, kissing a trail around and
between them, lavishing them with his tongue, and then finally suckling at one then
the other.
Forced backward on the hood to accommodate him, Elvi leaned on one elbow, and ran
her other hand over his back and head, her eyes glued to where his mouth was taking
first one nipple, and then moving to take the other. Distracted as she was, she didn't
miss the feel of his hands gliding up her outer thighs, pushing her skirt before them,
before sliding back down toward her knee. The next time they came forward, they
burned a trail along the inside of her thighs, and Elvi could feel the muscles of her
thighs begin to tremble and her breathing becoming a short, harsh pant the higher
they rose. One stopped on her thigh, resting there lightly, but the other continued up
to brush along her panties lightly. The teasing touch tore a cry from Elvi's lips and her
hips lifted of their own accord, urging him on even as her thighs closed instinctively
around his hand like a flower protectively closing it's petals at nightfall.
In response, Victor caught her thighs with both hands and forced them apart, then let
her nipple slip from his lips and dropped to his haunches beside the car and pressed his
mouth to her panties, nuzzling her through the silk.
Elvi cried out and dropped onto her back on the hood of the car, her hands reaching
fruitlessly for something to grab a hold of as her hips jolted, thrusting her pelvis
forward. Then the cloth was suddenly pulled to the side and his tongue rasped over
the delicate flesh in an unbearably exciting caress.