Page 60 of Fighting for Her Heart
“Your body is such a rare combination of beauty and power.” I trace his shins with my palms. “But while your appearance is super hot—objectively—I love so many other things about you.”
His calf muscles tighten, but then release as I knead them. “Youlovethings about me?” he asks, his voice so quiet I can barely hear it.
“A great many things.” I work on the muscles just above one of his knees. “Without you, I couldn’t have survived all that’s happened. I’ve relied on your knowledge, but even more so your patience. And your thoughtfulness and kindness.”
“Kindness?” He shakes his head, and I stretch up to place a finger over his lips.
“It’s my turn to talk. Your job is to listen and to absorb my touch.”
His tongue sweeps out to lick my finger, and then I trace its now-dampened tip over his lush lips. He sighs, and then draws my finger into his mouth, sucking softly and circling my finger with his tongue.
He’s more relaxed now, so I let him enjoy this—thoroughly enjoying it myself—and when I pull out my damp finger I use it to lightly circle one of his nipples, leaving a sheen of his saliva there.
Unable to resist, I bend to trace that damp circle with my tongue, and then plant soft kisses over his entire chest, leaving small wet shapes that evaporate faster than I can replace them. I nibble and lick as if he’s covered in honey or the finest chocolate. I can’t get enough.
He moans, his hips buck, and then his whole body stiffens again.
I’ve gone too far too fast.
Worried that I’m back to square one, I return to using only my hands, slowly stroking his torso, until his muscles unclench once again.
“Your self control,” I say softly. “That’s something else about you I admire.” I stroke the hair on his lower belly. “But everyone deserves to relinquish their self controlsometimes.”
He moans, and his hips lift from the mattress, everything tightening again.
I climb off the bed, and his face turns toward me as I move to quickly retrieve two more long lengths of rope. He can’t see me through the blindfold, but his ability to track me with his other senses is something else I admire about Zuben. I know it’s part of being a vampire, but it’s a part he’s highly skilled at, while I’m still trying to master it at the entry level.
I drape the ropes over his body, one over his pelvis and the other his upper thighs and then loop them under the bed, tying them tightly and holding his hips even more firmly down on the mattress.
Even if he could break these bindings, I’m hoping they’ll be a reminder to stay still and let me be in charge.
He inhales deeply. His cock shifts, but his body, instead of growing more rigid, seems to melt into the mattress below him, surrendering to the restraints.
Slowly I kiss and touch him, traveling up and down his entire body so many times I lose count, but I don’t think I could ever tire of exploring Zuben, learning how every individual bit of him feels, how it smells and tastes, and how it reacts to my touch.
And all the while, his arousal stands stiffly at attention, moving erratically at times, bending back toward his abs periodically, and while I can’t possibly know what it feels like to have such a rigid erection, and for such a long time, I do know how it feels to be so aroused that my body feels like I’ll die without sex.
It’s not hard to imagine that Zuben’s situation is painful.
I straddle one of his legs. Bending, I let my hair drape down to gently stroke over his cock and balls. He moans deeply, his muscles tightening again. But I continue, slowly moving my head from side to side, watching his reaction until his body relaxes again, even if his arousal remains just as intense.
His thigh muscles finally seem to relax and so I let my fingers join my hair in gently touching his scrotum. His balls are like rocks, but they’re throbbing. Carefully, I reach for his erection, but it’s so hard now, it won’t pull back from his abs.
Turning, I reposition myself to straddle his chest, facing down toward his feet and keeping my sex as far from his face as I can, but he groans.
“You smell like candy, like a spice market, like heaven.” His voice is as thick as melted chocolate.
“I love how you smell too.” I bend to kiss the tip of his cock and it moves against my lips, with a life of its own.
Slowly, deliberately, I lick his soft head, fighting to control myself when the first taste of his seed hits my tongue, and then I carefully savor the taste of him, running my tongue slowly around his head and through the crack at its top, taking my time to the point where hours may have passed since I first tied him down. Perhaps they have.
Again, I walk the tightrope between giving him pleasure, and keeping the rest of his body relaxed—as relaxed as it can be. Licking and fondling him gently, then leaving his genitals alone for even longer periods until he relaxes.
And then, finally, I take him fully into my mouth.
Instantly, his entire body tenses, and so I back off. Oral is clearly not the best way to start this.
Turning, I position myself over him. Holding his hardness with one hand, I slowly rub him through my soaking wet folds. It takes every ounce of self-control that I have not to push him inside me, to start riding him, but my real priority is getting him to surrender to pleasure without pain before he takes my vein.
