return the favor.
His thrusts became faster, full of power and need. This time, I dipped my fangs into his neck and drank. The floral aroma of his blood, mixed with the scent of our sex, brought me back to the brink of pleasure and made me hungry for more.
I matched the force of his thrusts with my own frenzied movements. I couldn’t get enough of Diego, I felt wild with need. This time, when the orgasm took over my body, Diego threw his head back and made a low guttural sound, thick with pleasure as he exploded inside of me.
Mine.
Mine.
Mine.
I wasn’t sure whose thought was whose. The carnal, mutual ownership was so satisfying and fulfilling. Diego and I were one in every sense of the word, and when we came down from the high of being together, I looked him in the eye and saw his soul.
“I guess that was okay,” I breathed out while keeping my expression neutral. Even though the declarations our bodies and minds made were beautiful, I wasn’t ready to say the words out loud.
“Wh-what? Okay?” Diego sputtered. “Just okay?”
“I mean. I think you need some practice, Diego.” I couldn’t stop the smile that formed on my face.
He caught on to my teasing and flashed his fangs. “Well, beautiful. There’s something you should know about vampires that you won’t find in the pamphlet.”
“What’s that?” I asked with a grin.
“We heal fast. We recover fast. If you want practice, my dear, then I suppose we could go all night.”
My eyes widened. A man that didn’t need rest was impressive.
“Let’s see if you can beat my record for consecutive orgasms in one night, Diego,” I replied with a wink.
Diego started thrusting again. I was so fucking sensitive. He hadn’t even pulled out and he was already going for round two? Sucking bliss. “And what would that record be?”
I grinned while gripping his back. “When I was a product tester for the Demon Hunter 3000, I came thirteen times in one night,” I replied proudly, though my voice was choppy from his hard thrusts.
Diego licked his fangs and paused his movements to reply. “Challenge accepted.”
Drew
“So, you really want to run this sex toy company with me, Betty?” I asked. When I approached Betty about starting my own business, I thought she would laugh it off. Instead, she started spouting off ideas, one after the other, faster than I could keep up. And they were sucking good ideas. I impulsively asked her if she wanted to be my partner, and she accepted right away. Which made me suspicious since Betty and I had a love-hate relationship at best.
“Hell yes, I do. You may not be my first choice in a business partner, but I like the concept, and I love the idea of empowering women through sexuality. So you’ll have to do.” Ah. There’s the Bitchy Betty I’ve come to know and love. Love might be a strong word, but I kind of like her sometimes. “Hopefully, since we will be spending so much time together, my fashion sense will rub off on you, and you will start making better choices. Especially if I’m going to have to look at you every day.”
Suck it, Betty.
“Well, we can’t all be as glamorous as you,” I said dryly. We were sitting on my well-loved pink couch, formulating a business plan, going over unique product ideas and coming up with ways to market them.
“The elderly community is a seriously overlooked group when it comes to marketing sexual pleasure. Which is a damn shame since everyone in assisted living fucks like bunnies every chance they get. I want to start there. We can design a line of toys, enhancers, and lubes specifically for the over seventy community.”
“That’s a really good idea,” I said while writing a note on my iPad. “What sort of products do you think are needed in that market?”
“Gallon sized lube,” she replied dryly. “Once you go through menopause, it’s like the Sahara Desert down there.”
“Okay, we could definitely focus on that,” I replied while somehow managing to maintain a straight face.
“What else do you suggest?”
“Minimum effort sex swings. My knees aren’t what they used to be. I want something that can be easily installed in my bedroom that doesn’t look like it belongs at a sex club. Something ergonomic that takes some of the weight off our replaced hips. We have arthritis, you know. But we still want to be able to do fun positions.”
I swallowed. “Okay. I think we