3 comments/ 16751 views/ 2 favorites Claiming By: Edge23 The figure wrapped in black, as black as the night surrounding it, moved towards the building. Their eyes moved from side to side, ever wary of detection. The figure reached up, pulling back the hood of the cloak. The face that appeared there was that of a most beautiful woman. Her hair was a soft red color, her eyes glowing bright green, as if someone was shining a light through an emerald. She surveyed her surroundings, seeing no one. There shouldn't be anyone around. It was a Saturday night and, this being a college town, everyone should be out at one party or the other. Or out having sex somewhere. She had passed several places where there was soft grunting in the bushes, cars rocking from side to side, or a simple "Yes." She had smiled, thinking about stepping in, having a snack and moving on. This one, however, was different. The one she had in mind was named Sean. He was average height, average weight. Brown hair and shining blue eyes, the kind that you felt like could look directly into your soul completed the package. She had seen him the previous night. He had been hanging out with friends; they were teasing him about the fact that he didn't drink and with all the parties going on, he could get all liquored up and score. He had retorted that that was they ONLY way they could score. Get a woman drunk and she'll do anything. Even them. His friends had laughed and laughed with them. This was obviously an ongoing argument, but one none of them took seriously. She had followed him home, keeping to the shadows. Every now and then, he would turn, looking for someone following him. He kept getting that feeling that was being watched. He never saw her. The woman grinned from where she stood, only eight feet below his window. This one, the one who wouldn't drink, would be sweet for her. She was tiring of finding drunks passed out and feeding off of them. Their blood was...'sour' was the only way she could describe it. Blood that was fresh and not contaminated was something of a rare treat. This one, however, she would not let get away. Tensing her legs, she easily propelled herself up to his windowsill. Looking in on the dark room, she could see his still form lying on the bed, covered in a sheet. He was snoring softly, she could hear that even through the glass. Another sound gained her attention. There WERE other people here. She could here shouts from the other room. Something about "Fire! They're almost on us!" and "I'm out of ammo! Returning to base!" She softly cursed the makers of video game systems. How was she to get people alone if their family or roommates never left home? She hopped back down to the ground, landing quietly, and went to the back of the house, looking for the garage. She found the door, trying the handle, vaguely surprised when it swung open. 'People really should lock their doors these days' she thought to herself, mentally chuckling. She looked around, her eyes adapting quickly to the darkness. She smiled when she found what she was looking for. A toolbox. Opening the toolbox quickly, she found a hammer. She picked it up, testing its heft. It wasn't the best for the job, but it would do. As she rose, she saw, there behind the door where she entered, exactly what she wanted: a ten-pound sledgehammer. She tossed the regular hammer back into the toolbox, kicking it shut. She picked up the big hammer and, holding it easily in one hand, headed for the basement. Easily making her was down, she opened the fuse box. She wasn't electrically inclined, despite being almost two hundred and fifty years old. She stepped back to the middle of the basement and flung the hammer into the fuse box, being rewarded with a shower of sparks and cries from the house above. She picked up the hammer and carried it up the steps to the back yard. She carelessly tossed the hammer into the bushes, not caring if anyone found it. By the time they looked there, she would be gone, her prize in tow. Making her was back to the window she propelled herself up again, looking back in the window. She froze as the people from the house ran outside. They were upset the power had gone out. "Now what do we do?" one boy asked. She smirked, hearing a "grown man" whining like a little schoolgirl. She looked back to the bedroom, seeing her prey moving slightly in his bed. She was beginning to think he might be a sensitive, one who can 'feel' psychic abilities, though possessing none of their own. She smiled. That would make this all the more sweet. Untainted and sensitive to her thought. 'Perfect' she thought to herself. However, there was still the slight problem of getting in. Invitations are hard to come by if no one's home. 'That's fine,' she thought to herself. 'Piece of cake.' She closed her eyes, focusing on the man in the bed on the other side of the pane of glass. She heard him moan almost immediately. She focused her mind, reaching his with ease. 'Invite me in,' she sent to him. 'You want me to come in. You must invite me in.' She opened her eyes to see him sitting up in his bed, his eyes closed, but his eyeballs twitching behind the lids. 'That's it,' she sent. 'Come over her and open the window. Invite me in.' He pulled the sheet off of himself, standing up, wearing only red flannel boxer shorts. Even with his eyes still closed, he walked to the window, opening it. He stood there for a moment, trying to get his mouth to work. "C-come in," he said, stuttering. Talking while asleep wasn't easy, especially if there was mind control involved. She leaned into the room, letting herself unfold like a panther leaving a tree. She reached out and touched his face, running her hands over his smooth skin. She shrugged her shoulders, letting her black cloak fall to the floor. She wore all black. The color was best suited for her pale skin. She had on a black button up dress shirt, one that hugged her curves wonderfully. No one would mistake her for a man, not even a blind monk at a hundred yards. Tight black jeans hugged her behind, showing it off. She liked her behind and she knew that men liked it too. And maybe some women. She wore no shoes, preferring the feel of the ground on her feet. She smiled and released her control of Sean's mind. His eyes snapped open, panic filling them. "Who are you? How did you get in here? Where is everyone?" He looked like he was going to run like a scared rabbit. The woman reached out, putting a finger to his lips. "Shhh..." was all she said. Sean stopped talking, but still had a look of terror in his eyes. She sighed to herself. Terror was always a bad thing. It put too much of the wrong chemicals into the system. She had to calm him down. She removed her finger and looked up at him. It wasn't much of a stretch; he was only about four inches taller than her. She smiled at him, trying to calm him down. He only squinted at her, not trusting her. "I am Lady Alexis. I am a vampire. I have been alive for almost two hundred and fifty years. As to how I got in here, you invited me in and opened the window, thanks to my suggestions, of course." She gave him a slight bow, relishing in his discomfort. "Does that answer your questions?" Sean blinked and swallowed hard. "Yeah. I guess so. Hey! Wait a minute. A vampire? Oh, God. You're going to kill me, aren't you?" He started to back away from her, backing into the bed, falling backwards, sprawling. "Kill you? Never, my pretty." She laughed. It was a musical sound, sending shivers up and down his body. She slowly stalked toward him, showing off the small fangs at the corners of her mouth. She stood at the foot of his bed, keeping her knees between his legs. "If you're not going to kill me, what do you want?" Reason was starting to surface in his mind. 'Vampire?' he thought. 'Doubtful. For all I know, this is just a hooker my friends hired for me.' "Vampires live on blood. That has to be what you want." He stood up, pushing her back slightly. Standing, he felt better. He was in a more dominant position. He was taller than her and, judging by how she looked, heavier and stronger than her. He tightened the muscles in his arms and shoulders, trying to seem vaguely intimidating. He wasn't sure if it worked. She chuckled again, once. "What I want, Sean," she started, his eyes widening at her mentioning his name. "Is you. You are now mine, body and soul. I hereby claim you as mine to use as I see fit. Do you understand?" She looked him in the eyes the entire time she said this, pushing with just the smallest amount of mental force. His eyes glazed over momentarily, the cleared. He shook his head. Sean smirked and crossed his arms across his chest. "Ok, 'Lady Alexis' I don't know who put you up to this, but look; you look like a nice lady and all, but I have class tomorrow and it's almost three thirty in the morning. Tell you what, whatever they paid you, I'll give you the same to go away. No offense or anything, but..." His remark was cut off and she grabbed him by the throat and lifted him off the floor. "You will not speak again until I tell you to, do you understand?" Sean made choking noises, his head bobbing up and down rapidly. She dropped him back on the bed, him holding his throat. "You are mine, Sean. Classes, school, girls, friends...none of these things mean anything to you anymore. You belong to me. Well, actually, you don't yet, but you will soon." She walked seductively toward him, unbuttoning the top two buttons on her shirt. Sean was still breathing quickly through his nose, trying to remain calm and failing miserably. "So, Sean. Do you find me attractive?" He nodded slowly, needed no mental prodding from her on this. "Then you will find these attractive as well." She unbuttoned more of her shirt, showing him the tops of her firm breasts. One of the benefits of being Undead was that her body never aged; therefore her breasts would never sag. She never had a bra when she was alive and she didn't need one now. She moved up to him, straddling his waist, feeling his crotch warming, blood flowing that direction. She reached out and grabbed his head with both hands, pulling him to her breasts. She sighed loudly as his warm tongue darted out to lick her breasts, his body taking over for his mind. She pulled his head hard, growling softly. He started nibbling on her precious globes, moving his hands around front to open her shirt the rest of the way. Once opened, he leaned back to look at her body. He shook his head, still not entirely believing what was happening. He looked up at her, looking into her eyes. They glowed green in the darkness, entrapping him. He gaped at her eyes until she pushed him down, holding his wrists above his head. She leaned her head down, nuzzling his neck right over the carotid artery. "Mmmm." she purred, smelling his blood, but also still smelling his fear. "Not yet. There is still some to be done." He looked at her, not understanding. Then he gasped as she licked his neck right over that spot, nipping at his skin. He had always like his neck licked and sucked. His pulse started racing, blood trying to be everywhere at once. His penis won, turning into a throbbing erection, twitching against her. She looked down at the junction of their bodies and smiled. She reached into her back pocket and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. She quickly slapped them onto one wrist, through the bed frame and onto his other wrist. Sean looked at his wrists and then down at her. Her eyes were glowing again, this time with anticipation. He smiled. If she wasn't a vampire, he was going to enjoy this. He might even if she was. She slid down his body, dragging her skin against the bulge in his boxers. Sean groaned and shifted in response, trying to push himself through his shorts and against her skin. She used one hand to drag her nails down his stomach, digging them against the muscles of his abdomen. With her other hand, she reached into the flap of his boxers. Suddenly he cried out and arched his back, the cold of her hand incredibly erotic against his hot, blood filled member. She stroked him a couple of times and then licked the small droplets of pre-cum from the tip. He groaned again, trying to push his cock into her mouth. She chuckled softly. She put him back into his shorts, causing him to moan pitifully from the lack of her touch. Lady Alexis pulled down his boxers, exposing his twitching cock to the cool night air. She looked him in the eye and licked her lips. He arched his back, trying to raise his hips to her mouth, wanting nothing more than to feel her touch again. She grasped his shaft with her hand, causing him to shudder, pushing his hips into her hand, trying to please himself with her hand. She increased her pressure to an uncomfortable level. "You will not please yourself. I will please you. I was please you as no mortal woman ever has and then I will take what I want." Sean could only nod, trying to restrain himself from thrusting into her hand. "Very good, slave." Alexis said. She lowered her mouth to his purple head, sucking on it lightly. Sean started to push against her mouth, and then pulled himself back down, not wanting the feeling to end. Sean struggled against the handcuffs, wanting to touch her, run his fingers through her hair, but to no avail. They were stronger than he was, especially with how close Lady Alexis was to his nether region. His eyes glazed over and closed as she played with his balls, the coolness of her hand causing them to tighten up. Lady Alexis bobbed her head slightly, feeling all the fear drain from his body. Now it was replaced by lust, a lust for her. She dragged her fangs up and down the side of his shaft, occasionally touching the sensitive head, causing Sean to jerk in response. She moved her head a little faster, pumping her fist in the opposite direction, meeting her mouth the middle. She started twisting her fist, adding another level to his pleasure. "Oh, yes!" he hissed. She smiled around his shaft, the bulbous head filling her mouth. Sean moved his head from side to side, trying to hold back his orgasm. He wanted her to do this forever. The feeling of her cold mouth and tongue on his cock was like nothing he had ever experienced. This was like the time he and a girlfriend experimented with ice, but only more so. This cold was agonizingly wonderful. She kept scraping her nails along his skin, moving from his stomach to the insides of his thighs. It tickled and dragged groans from his throat at the same time. Lady Alexis decided to give him another level of pleasure. She started twisting her head from side to side in the opposite direction of her hand. Sean felt his eyeballs roll back in his head, sparkly patterns erupting like fireworks. His ab muscles started tensing, his orgasm approaching quickly. 'Do you have to tell a vampire you're about to cum?' a voice in his head asked. 'Only right.' another part said. He agreed. This was not a time to be impolite. "Lady Alexis, I'm about to cum!" He almost screamed as he said it, the pleasure overloading his brain. Lady Alexis knew, but was impressed he would actually say something. 'Pure AND a gentleman. I'm going to love corrupting him.' she chuckled to herself. She moved her mouth, pushing the head of his cock into her cheek. She used one of her fangs to open the artery that ran along the top of the shaft, moving her mouth back in time to suck the blood into her mouth as the first shot of his ejaculation landed on her tongue. She bobbed her head quickly, wanting everything he had. He was only too willing to give it to her. He gasped as he felt the piercing of his shaft, feeling his blood and semen mix in her mouth. Lady Alexis moaned as the fluids combined in her mouth, the taste one of her favorites. She continued pumping him into her mouth, the trickle from his shaft and the load from his orgasm slowing. She took all she could in her mouth and swallowed. The sweet, tangy taste of the blood joined with the salty taste of his cum. She felt the rush of energy from the blood, the semen only intensifying her lust. Sean finally opened his eyes, still a little dazed. He grinned at her. "Thank you, Lady Alexis. That was incredible." His joy was suddenly turned to fear as she grabbed his throat again, holding him in place with one hand. "I did NOT give you permission to speak, slave. From here on, you will call me Mistress. Do you understand?" She continued as he nodded. "I have pleasured you. Now, slave, you shall pleasure me. If I am not pleased with your efforts, you shall not see the morning. Do you under stand THAT?" His eyes widened as he nodded. "Good." She got off the bed, standing to the side of him, his gaze lingering on her breasts. She turned her back to him, eliciting a soft sigh. She unbuttoned her pants and hooked her thumbs in the waist. Looking back over her shoulder, she watched him watch her. She pulled down on her pants slowly, wiggling her hips back and forth. Sean wanted nothing more than to touch her skin, feel her touching him again. To give her as much pleasure as he could, as much as she wanted. He wanted to be hers and hers only. She smiled back at him, 'hearing' his thoughts in her head. "Sean, you already ARE mine. I have tasted your blood. We are forever linked. You shall be my slave for the rest of eternity." She pulled her pants over her hips, over her behind, still wiggling, but now it was for show, not for removal of clothes. She stepped out of her pants and turned back to face him. He almost pulled the handcuffs free as she stood there, completely naked, beautiful beyond words. He pulled harder; trying to get to her shaved mound, almost close enough to touch. She stepped onto the bed, standing over his chest. She stuck a finger into her mouth, getting it wet and trailed it down between her breasts, down her stomach and onto her sensitive bud, moaning slightly. "Is this what you want, slave?" He nodded in response, his eyes never leaving her finger. "TELL me, slave. Tell me what you want." He looked up and her and said "You, Mistress. I want you. I need to have you. I want to give you pleasure. I want to lick your wetness. I want to feel your juices on my face. I want to taste you, every part of you." He strained against his bonds, fighting hard. "Mistress, please. Let Your slave please You. Please, Mistress. Remove the handcuffs and let Your slave please You." She smiled down at him and stepped off the bed. She picked her shirt up from off the floor and reached into the chest pocket, producing a key. She stepped back onto the bed, kneeling over his chest. He leaned forward to taste her, but she pushed his head back down. He whined wordlessly. "You will NOT please me until I say so and you will do it HOW I tell you. Understand?" He nodded his head, not trusting himself to speak. She ran her hand through his hair. "You learn quickly, slave." Lady Alexis reached up and undid the handcuffs. Sean rubbed his wrists, trying to get circulation back to his arms. "Slave, I order you to put your arms to your sides." He did as he was told, although the 'pins and needles' feeling was excruciating. She moved toward his head, straddling his face, her wet, puffy lips mere inches from his face. He almost raised his head until he remembered what she had said. Her way. He forced himself to lay still. She smiled down at him. "VERY good, slave. You learn quickly. Now. Please me using only your tongue. If you use your hands or any other part of your body, this ends now. Do you understand?" Sean nodded quickly, raising his head, plunging his tongue into her. She groaned and settled onto his face, watching him with those flashing green eyes. He was vaguely surprised when her folds were warmer than the rest of her. 'Must be the blood' he thought. He pushed his tongue into her as far as it would go, moving it back and forth, trying to taste each and every piece of her womanhood. He bumped her protruding clit with his nose, causing her to groan again, pushing herself onto her face harder. He wanted to use her hands on her, wrap his arms around her. He needed her now. He knew that. He would be forever hers. Claiming "Now, slave," she said. "Use your hands and fingers on me." He quickly did as he was told. He wrapped his arms around her thighs, holding her tight. With one hand, he scratched her inner thigh and with the other, he reached over and placed his thumb on her clit. She cried out softly, pushing onto his thumb, dragging her lips across his tongue. Lady Alexis was pushing against him hard now. Maybe it was because she was linked to him or maybe he was just really good at this, but her release approached faster than it ever had before. She leaned forward, her hands resting on either side of his head. She rode his tongue, wanting her explosion. "Slave, use your fingers on my pussy. Make your Mistress cum." Sean stopped scraping her thigh and moved his hand underneath her. He found her wetness and pushed a finger into her, pumping against her slit. She reached down and grabbed his hair, jerking his head away from her box. "Didn't you hear me slave? I said fingers. More than one. Don't make me unhappy again." With that, she released her hold, his head falling back onto the pillow. Sean raised his head again, sliding another finger into her. He curved his fingers, dragging them, looking for her trigger. 'Do vampires even HAVE a g-spot?' he thought to himself. The way her body shook, she must have, so he stopped asking himself questions. "Yes, Sean. There. Now, harder!" Lady Alexis ground herself against his fingers. He used his tongue to lash her clit, sending her further into frenzy. She yelled in languages he didn't understand, calling out her passion. He caught every drop with his tongue, wishing for more. Lady Alexis shuddered hard, her body almost convulsing, as wave after wave of pleasure swept her away. She leaned her head against the wall, small noises coming from her throat. She held herself completely still, not trusting herself to move. The pleasure he had given her was more than she had known in all her years. "Mistress?" Sean asked. "Are you okay? Did I please you?" His voice was tinged with a small fear. She smiled down at him and pushed away from the wall. "Yes, slave. You did very well." She climbed off his face and curled herself next to him on the bed, her skin feeling warmer than it had before. He smiled back at her, basking in the knowledge that he had pleased her. Nothing meant more to him that than. Lady Alexis dragged a fingernail up and down his chest. Nothing about it was sexual, more...sensual, he guessed. She was playing with a favored toy. His eyes widened and he bit his lip not to cry out as she dug in the edge of her fingernail and opened a small cut on his chest. She leaned up and fastened her lips on it, sucking the welling red fluid. Sean arched his back, giving her more of himself. He groaned, feeling a sensation something akin to ecstasy, the mere touch of her lips almost sending him over the edge. She licked at the wound, lapping up the last of the pooling substance. She had never understood how a cut would clot up so fast from the touch of her lips. Probably to keep the victim from dying, she assumed. Something in the saliva, she had heard. "Slave. You have pleased me tonight. If you want something, tell me and it is yours." His eyes widened questioningly. She smiled and nodded. "Anything you want." "Mistress, Your slave would like a chance to please you more. I would like to...to...be in you." He lowered his eyes shyly, not wanting to offend her. He raised his eyes, feeling her stare upon him. He looked deep into her shimmering green eyes, wanting to be lost in them forever. She smiled widely, her fangs showing again. She nodded and positioned herself above his cock, which had become hard again without him knowing. She rubbed the head of his staff against her folds, causing him to squirm. "Please, Mistress. Do not tease Your slave. Please, let Your slave enter you." He was almost yelling. Good thing there was no one else home or they might have come running. Lady Alexis plunged herself onto his cock, burying it completely. Sean arched his back, trying to burrow further into her tunnel. She held completely still, adjusting to him. She leaned down and breathed in his ear, nipping at the ear lobe. Sean turned his head, inadvertently offering his neck. She licked the throbbing artery, wanting to bite through the soft skin, to take more of his essence. She resisted, knowing that the red juice below the skin would be sweeter soon. Lady Alexis started a slow motion, up and down, grinding into him with each pass. She stared into his eyes the whole time, not needing to push him mentally to enjoy it. Sean reached up and grabbed her firm breasts with both hands, rolling her nipples in his fingers. She groaned deep in her throat, never taking her eyes off of him. He was meeting her thrusts now, matching her, trying to please her as much as possible while holding himself back. She was really warm now, her passage now completely soaked, allowing him to thrust easily. Sean leaned up on his arms, their bodies creating a 'V.' Lady Alexis leaned back, putting her hands on his thighs. He could feel the ridge of his head dragging the front wall of her pussy. He looked up at her and still she was boring into him with those eyes, as he was boring into her. He had somehow tacitly taken control, adjusting the pressure and the speed of their lovemaking. He was using hard strokes to prolong her pleasure. He kept everything slow, wanting to make himself wait until she was fulfilled. Lady Alexis shifted her weight, bringing a hand to her hood, reaching below it with her thumb and forefinger, pinching her bundle of nerves, drawing her top lip back in agonizing ecstasy. "Faster, slave" she said through clenched teeth. Sean immediately sped up, shortening his strokes. His behind was bouncing off the bed, creating telltale squeaking noises. Neither one of them cared about sounds, only each other. For the first time since mounting him, Lady Alexis closed her eyes. She continued to pinch and play with her clit, grinding down against him as he pushed into her. She could feel the electricity from his skin, mingling with her own, creating goose bumps on her skin. For a few minutes more, or an eternity, he couldn't tell, she rode him, her eyes closed, fingers on her bud. Suddenly, her eyes opened, flashing brilliantly. She clenched her teeth, her fangs sticking down over her bottom lip. "Give it to me, slave. Give me your seed!" He needed no more encouragement. He pumped three more times and then flooded her opening. If anything, his second eruption contained more than the first. His eyes rolled back in his head again, his head lolling backwards. He was neither surprised nor frightened when he felt her shift her weight as her muscles clenched him, drenching him with her orgasmic juices. Lady Alexis buried her fangs into the sweet spot of his neck, piercing the skin. She swallowed his blood just as quickly as she lost her own fluids. 'Not too much' she told herself. 'Don't want to lose this one.' She drank of his life, life that he gave up willingly. Sean felt her release pass, only to find greater pleasure at his neck. He pulled up one hand and wrapped it around his Mistress' head, wanting her to take every drop in his body. His head swam as she drank, his eyes glazing over. She released her fangs, having taken as much as she was willing to, causing him to fall backwards, landing with a muffled thump on the pillow. She licked the holes at his neck, barely bigger than pinholes. Once he had a few minutes to rest, Lady Alexis rose from the bed. "Get dressed, slave. We are leaving." She got off the bed, gathering her own clothing and starting to dress. "Dress lightly. We must leave quickly. The sun will be rising soon." He nodded, going to the closet, grabbing a black pocket t-shirt and baggy blue jeans. He'd have to find something in black later. Socks and shoes quickly followed. He grabbed his wallet and car keys. "Mistress, Your slave is ready." She turned to look at him, her eyes dulled. She could feel the sun starting to make it's way into the sky, which was a dull, dark purple. Sean took one look around his room, knowing he could never return. He had nothing of sentimental value. He grabbed a backpack and threw more clothes in. He never knew when he would need something clean. "Slave, we must go now." He nodded and slung the bag over his shoulder. He went to the window where she stood. He picked her up and cradled him in his arms. "Allow me, Mistress." He stepped onto the windowsill; his balance better than it ever had been before. He quickly dropped to the ground, cushioning his Mistress in his arms. He set her down and she started moving back the way she had originally come. "Mistress," he said. She turned and looked at him, her eyes growing duller by the second. "This way. Your slave can drive you to Your resting place." She smiled at him tiredly. "Very good, slave. You have pleased me again." His smile had never been bigger. He led her to his car. She slid into the passenger seat, curling up, drowsy. He ran to the driver's side and slid in quickly. She gave him directions to the hotel where she was staying. "Hotel, Mistress? Isn't that dangerous?" He panicked as he thought of some cleaning crew person opening the door to find her sleeping and determining she was dead. She smiled back at him. "I have stayed here before. They are paid well to be...discreet." With that she closed her eyes. He felt his pulse return to normal. "Mistress?" He said quietly. She hmm'd in response. "Thank You for picking me to be Your slave." She smiled back at him, feeling his joy in her mind as well as her heart. Sean shifted into reverse and backed out of the driveway. He pulled into the street and took one last look at his former home. His former life. He smiled and threw the car into first gear and sped off. Claiming Here we are. You and me, alone. After years of flirting, innuendo, furtive looks, we're finally getting down to it. I'm finally getting down to it. Dammit. You smile. You take in the sight of my long dark hair, my full hips, my generous breasts, my tanned skin, my glistening pussy. Your eyes travel up and down, scouting the regions your lips and your hands and your tongue want to traverse. I watch the growing hunger in your eyes. And I'm aching for you. We've waited so long. I've waited so long. I can see the bulge in your pants, the lump in your throat, the ragged breath. I imagine you're dying to tear your pants off and thrust deep into me. And I imagine you're wondering how good it feels, warm and wet inside me. I wonder too. I wonder how it feels. You push me to your bed, and you make me sit on the edge. "I don't know where I want to start," you say, kneeling in front of me. I smile. "I'll leave that decision to you." I don't know where to start either. You kiss me, pulling me close to you. Your hands travel all over my arms, my back, my breasts, my neck, my thighs. Your breath is hot in my mouth; your tongue invasive, inviting. You grind your hips against mine, and my juices smear the crotch of your pants. I don't know how long you can wait before you push inside me. I don't know how long I can wait. I have to tell you soon. Your hand travels between my thighs, and I realize that this is it. If I'm going to tell you, I have to tell you now. Oh God, it's hard to think. How does one decide how it happens for the first time? But before I can figure out how to say it, your fingers push into my wetness, and I gasp. You stop kissing me and you look into my eyes. Waiting, watching. My mouth hangs open, and your fingers start massaging me. "Oh God," I whisper. I close my eyes and shiver. "You're so wet, Tessa." I nod. My throat is dry. Oh God, I have to tell you, before—you move your fingers again, and shivers run through me. Shit, how am I supposed to think when your fingers feel so damn good inside me? "So... good," I manage to say between gasps. "I didn't... know... that could feel so good." You pause. "Tessa, you've never...?" I open my eyes and look at you. "Never." You pause. "Back in college, all your boyfriends...?" "Never," I say again. "They tried though." "You weren't interested?" "I didn't want to start off with a fumbling, drunk frat boy," I grinned. I looked down. "Should I stop?" you ask. Your fingers are still inside me. You don't look like you want to stop. "No." I move my hips, so that your fingers slide inside me. I close my eyes and swallow my saliva. My throat is so dry. I open my eyes again. "I want this." I bite my lips. "Don't you?" You smile. "I don't think anyone could say no to you." You start moving your fingers again. I moan. Your fingers rub harder inside me. "I've never let anyone touch me like that before," I whisper. You move closer, and you put your other hand on the small of my back. "I'm flattered you let me. I can't believe you're still a virgin," you whisper into my ear. You start kissing my neck again, softly. Your fingers move faster, and I'm getting wetter. "I didn't want to lose it to someone who didn't know what they were doing," I confess. I arch my back and offer up my neck to your kisses. "And you think I know what I'm doing?" Your fingers are moving faster and faster. My hips are moving to a rhythm I've never known but always imagined. "You always seemed to know what you wanted to do with me," I whisper. "I didn't think you'd ever let me do anything with you," you whisper back. Your fingers slide in and out of me, slick with my juices. Your lips move down to my breasts, licking and sucking my nipples. "Well, here's your chance. You have a twenty-two-year-old virgin to deflower." I don't know how I can still manage to keep up my end of my conversation. Waves are crashing over me, threatening to drown me in sensation. "A beautiful, intelligent, accomplished, witty, sexy, dripping wet twenty-two year-old virgin," you moan, as your lips and your tongue explore the breasts you've been fantasizing about for years. "I didn't know people like you still existed," you say hungrily. You sound like you're getting lost in it too. "I guess horny virgins are a rarity after college," I manage to retort. I thrust my hips to meet your fingers as they slide into me again. You look up, into my eyes, fingers steadily stroking me. "I always wanted you Tessa.... I don't know if I can stop at just finger-fucking you." You want me. I always knew you wanted me, but to hear you say it out loud, while your lips are on my skin, your fingers inside me, your cock hard for me, it sends me over the edge. I start shivering and twitching, and your fingers move deeper and harder inside me. Oh God, oh God... Convulsions rock my body, and I give a little cry. "Shh," you whisper. I crumple against you, panting, sweating despite the air-conditioning. You run a hand up and down my back as I rest my head on your shoulder. "Oh God," I whisper. "Are you okay?" you say as you kiss my hair. I look up at you. "You know, I didn't come here so you could stop at finger-fucking me." You take my hand and you bring it to the bulge in your pants. It's rock hard, and it's hard for me. "That's good to know," you say. I look into your eyes, "So would you like to finally fuck me, after all these years?" "Tessa, I want to take you, and fill you up, and own you. I want to feel you around my cock. I want you, Tessa." I look into your eyes. You're waiting for me to deny you, to refuse, to change my mind. Instead I take off your shirt and undo your pants. "So take me." I part my legs, and feel my juices dripping onto your bed. You take off your pants and your boxers. I finally see it. You're so hard for me, and I'm aching. "This might hurt a bit," you warn me. "And after that, it's going to feel so good." You smile. You kneel between my legs. You pull me close, and you hold your cock against me. That first contact sends tremors through me, and I know I can't stop now. "Do it. Take me. I want to fuck, and I want to fuck a lot. Show me what it's like." You push into me, slowly. It hurts, like a wound getting bigger and bigger. It feels like my skin is ripping, and then you push further in. "Fuck, Tessa, you're so tight," you groan. My mouth is agape, and I'm barely breathing. I realize my whole body is tense. You push all the way inside, and I gasp. "Oh Tessa, you're so tight around me." You hold me close, crushing my breasts against your chest. "Is this okay? Are you okay?" I nod. "I'm going to move now, okay?" I look at you and nod. You pull out a little, and thrust again. This time I feel it. Oh, it's glorious. I gasp. "Oh fuck, yes." Slowly, so slowly, you move your hips, and your cock pushes in and out of me, and I have no more space in my mind for words or decisions. I can't even think. All I know is your cock, filing me up. Why did I wait so long? I run my nails down your back, and you groan. "You like this, Tessa?" "God, yes." I'm so glad I waited for you. "I want to fuck you harder," you say, your voice tight. "I want to own you, Tessa. I want to be so deep inside you, and I want you to be mine, all mine." "Just fuck me, lover, and don't ever stop."