who came as long as she did. She writhed in ecstasy beneath him for a full two minutes – two minutes where he was so lost in her, so mesmerized by her that he forgot his own need for release. As the ripples that pulsed from her and around his cock finally began to subside, she looked up at him. She was breathless, but managed to say, “Harder, faster. Come for me and keep mine going. Hurry.”
He was floored, “Keep yours going? Really?” How was that fucking possible?
“Now, damnit. Fuck me harder, now!” she growled.
Suddenly he remembered his own need and started pumping into her with fury. So hard and fast that the bed was moving away from the wall. “Fuck, yes,” she groaned. Incredibly, he felt the ripples in her growing stronger again – she was still coming, and it was getting stronger. He felt his cock increase in size as his own impending orgasm approached. The increase brought her over another crescendo. Her muscles squeezed him tighter than any hand every had. “Oh fuck, Tess, I’m going to come,” he said and a second later it hit. He threw his head back and cried out at the ceiling as he hid his black eyes and fangs from her, pumping furiously as she milked every last drop out of him. He slowed his rhythm as the pulsing in her channel began to slow as well. He wanted to lean down and kiss her, but he had to calm himself enough to get his fangs to retract and his eyes to change. A few seconds later, he was able to lean down and kiss her – and he almost gasped at the look of peace and complete satisfaction that was on her face. He felt an overwhelming desire to make sure that she wore that look for the rest of her days. “Tess,” he whispered as his lips met hers.
He didn’t want to crush her, so he leaned up and started to pull out of her.
“Don’t,” she said, making him stop. He lifted a questioning eyebrow. She smiled and lifted one of her legs, allowing him to pivot around to spoon behind her – all while keeping his still semi-hard cock inside her.
He felt her melt into his chest as she relaxed. “Thank you,” she whispered.
He leaned down and kissed her shoulder as he whispered, “No, thank you.”
Even though her back was to him, he could feel her smile as she drifted off to sleep – and he wasn’t far behind her.
He woke the next morning from the sun reaching dangerously close to his toes – shit! He had forgotten to close the window and the shades. He rolled away and grabbed the remote from the nightstand. As the specially-made shades to keep out the sun’s rays but not the light lowered, it was then that he realized that he was alone in the bed. She had gotten out of bed and it didn’t wake him up? How the hell did that happen? He sniffed and listened – and located her in the bathroom, in the shower. She was standing in the shower on that ankle? The medic in him started to get a little angry. He walked, naked, to the door and pushed it open without knocking. She was bracing herself up on the wall, being careful to not put any weight on the injured foot, as all of the jets cascaded around her. The sight of her, wet, in his shower had his cock wide awake, even if the rest of him still wasn’t.
Without turning around she said, “Are you just going to stand there gawking or are you going to come help me stand up so I can wash my hair?”
He stepped in and gathered her in his arms, “So, I’m just a crutch now?”
“In more ways that I care to admit,” she mumbled as she tilted her head back under the spray. The vein in her neck just above the clavicle throbbed at him – it called to him to taste her, to taste her while he was fucking her. God, why was he so hungry again when he had just fed last night? It wasn’t that he was hungry, he realized with a shock, it was that he was hungry for her.
******************************************God, the sight of him naked in the shower was almost enough to bring on another orgasm. Ever since he had touched her last night, she was like a walking orgasm. Her throbbing clit