Page 24 of Iris
His skin is void of pigmentation, just pure white, and it makes me want to lick, suck, and bite it, to see if I can somehow get a little color into it. So, I do. As I lean forward, running my nose up his neck, I can feel him shudder beneath me.
“I want to taste your blood.” Dorian sighs. “One drawback to this mate thing, mmm?” His tone is teasing but I want him to have my blood. It seems like that would be so intimate.
Biting down on the side of his neck, sucking roughly so a hickey will occur, my hips roll along his cock again. Dorian growls so low, his chest vibrates. My lips move along different parts of his neck, making sure to bite and suck to leave marks.
“Please, Iris. I can’t take the teasing any more.” He trails his fingers along my back, his nails dragging along the skin.
I come as his fingers glide over my back. I don’t see stars or fireworks. I see blackness as I come so hard, I lose sense for several long moments. When I come back, I'm laying on my back looking up into Dorian's concerned face.
“Holy shitballs.” It takes a second to focus. “Um. That. Wow.”
Dorian clears his throat. “Um, sorry about that. I, well, apparently, I can still draw blood and give you an orgasm with a touch. I just had to think about it? All of my fingers were touching you, so you got ten orgasms all at once.”
Giggling, I feel like I'm drunk. “Does this mean you’re not hungry at this moment?”
Dorian cups my cheek. “My hunger is quite satisfied. But I think that’s enough sex for you tonight. You’re a little loopy.” His thumb runs along my lower lip.
I really love when he does that. I want to suck on it every time. My eyes focus more as I look down his chest and notice he is still hard.
“Dorian, you haven’t gotten to happy land yet. Let me help.” My hands push at his chest to let me push him on his back, but he doesn’t budge.
He groans with a chuckle. That’s new. I had no idea you could do that.
“Hunny, you just essentially had a marathon of orgasms all at once. You need to rest. I can take care of this myself.” He presses his lips to my forehead.
“That’s not fair to you.” My whine becomes a little higher pitched. Later on, I will think about this situation and feel embarrassed for acting like a brat, but damn, it really isn’t fair that I’d basically passed out with pleasure and he hasn’t gotten even one orgasm.
He just shakes his head at me as he grabs the blanket to pull it over us. Without thinking, I wrap my hand around his cock, squeezing tightly. He makes a sharp noise in the back of his throat.
“Um, Iris, hun, can you, uh, not try to murder me by breaking my cock in half?”
Huffing, I gentle my grip, licking my other hand, and soon have his cock between both of my hands, squeezing (gently because he is acting like a baby) and pumping them around, up, and down him. I speed my hands up with his breathing and breathy moans. When it sounds like he is almost there, I release his cock, chuckling low.
“Okay, that’s a cruel and unusual punishment!” If vampires could pout, Dorian would be their poster boy.
“Shhh. I’m not done.” Wiggling down the bed takes mere moments before his curved cock is in front of my face. I lick the tip, tasting the salty liquid that has formed during my previous administration. It isn’t terrible; better than some I’ve tasted before.
When it looks like he is about to speak again, my body leans forward and I wrap my lips around his cock, slowly engulfing it within my mouth as I suck and use my tongue to twirl around and under it.
“Oh, fuck me three ways!” Dorian clutches my hair just tight enough to pull. I like that.
Deciding to give him a break, I go to work on his cock. I manage to get his cock to hit the back of my throat a few times before I have to come up for air. My hands go back to stroking him faster as I run my tongue along the underside of his cock. His hands tighten in my hair, so he has to be close.
Just as his tip is taken in between my lips again, he groans low. He is about to come. His hips jerk up just as I pull back, stroking him as I look up into his eyes. They are all black, even the outer edges. When he comes, and boy does he come, it hits me on the chest as his hips move in jerks for several seconds.
“Huh, you were really backed up there, big guy,” I offer teasingly, standing back from the bed so I can glance down at myself. “I think this calls for a shower and new sheets.” My legs feel like a floppy rubber chicken.
Dorian has laid back on his back as his eyes go back to normal. “I’ll join you, mm?”
“You sure you can even get up?” I throw a pillow at his chest that he easily catches.
“Is that a challenge?”
He grins wickedly. “Just remember that you’re the one who started this.”
I haven’t had so much fun taking a shower in a very long time. Dorian joins me shortly after he changes out the sheets for us. There’s something to be said about being comfortable enough to share a shower with someone. it's relaxing to help each other wash up, but once that’s done, Dorian gets his revenge via tickling. I have to shout out my surrender several times before he stops, just as we tumble back onto the bed.
Gasping for air, I run my hands down Dorian’s sides while he lays on top of me trying to catch his breath.
