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When Dimitri and I got home, it was almost as if all the sexual tension we had been feeling ever since we became 'friends', I was now feeling all at once. I didn't understand how it was even possible for me to want someone so bad. And all he had to do to open the flood gates was sit there and hold my freaking hand.
I know, I wanted to take things between us slow but he was an oasis in the desert - a tall glass of water, that's what he was. My body felt like it would combust if Dimitri didn't satisfy me. All I could think about was the almost painful throb between my legs, an ache only Dimitri could soothe... Creepy and cheesy and cliché as hell, I know. But it is what it is.
I squirmed as I took the steps to the main entrance one by one and Dimitri gave me a knowing look just as a gush of wind blew past, undoubtedly carrying the smell of my arousal to him. Blushing in embarrassment, I hurried and took the steps two by two. I got to the door and realised that I rushed for nothing since I would have to wait for Dimitri to unlock the door. Could this get any worse? Yes. Yes, could.
My sexual arousal only got worse once we got inside. I felt so desperate that I took a shower in his room. With the doors open! I was practically inviting him to join me but he left the room as soon as I entered. He was in no mood for intimacy, it seemed. I even got into his bed wearing only a shirt and no underwear. I sighed in frustration and considered going down to get him but decided against it and tried to get some sleep.
I was drifting into sleep when the bed dipped but I was too sleepy to realise Dimitri had come to bed finally.
"Fuck, Jay!" He cursed as he pulled me close to hug me from behind. "What happened to clothes?" My sleep induced mind struggled to understand what he was talking about so I guess I just let out a series of inaudible words thinking they made perfect sense as an explanation.
"Jamaica. Wake up." He patted my cheek.
"No. You didn't give me so you won't get..." I muttered and snuggled closer to him.
"The fuck are you going on about?" He sat up and moved from me. The loss of his warmth and the overall abruptness of his movement made me wake up a little more. I then sat up too.
"Hmmm?" I rubbed my eyes.
"What do you think you're doing naked like this?"
I sighed once more - in total embarrassment this time - and cupped my face. Oh god... How on earth was I supposed to tell him to his face that I had been trying (and failing) to seduce him?
"Its dumb. Its nothing." I mumbled as I shook my head in my palms. A stretch of silence followed before Dimitri erupted in silent laughter suddenly.
"What?" I searched his eyes in the dim lighting.
"Nothing... It just seems like you're trying to seduce me or some shit."
"Would it be a bad thing if I was?" I sighed.
"I don't know, Jay." He nervously scratched the back of his neck the way he always did when he was nervous or unsure.
"I understand..." I began to get out of bed as I spoke. For some reason his reluctance to be with me intimately once more stung worse than I thought it would and I had to leave. To go and lick my wounds in private, of course.
"Hey, hey." He grabbed my arm. "I mean I have a lot going on is all..."
"Its okay... I understand."
"It don't sound like you do." He pulled me to sit next to him, urging me to unburden my chest.
"I just... I think I'm going crazy..." He laughed at this.
"You're going crazy out of want?" He said, laughter rich in his deep voice. Not helping my state of arousal.
"You don't want me anymore?"
"I never stop wanting you, Jay." He stated in a serious manner.
"Ughh." I grunted in frustration. "Then why are you laughing at me about it?"
"Because I'm shocked." I rolled my eyes at his statement. Sure it was a bit surprising even to me but not shocking. I wasn't a total prude. I had hormones and stuff too.
Dimitri suddenly grabbed my face in one hand, squishing my cheeks against my teeth and making my lips pucker open to reveal my teeth.
"Something about a beautiful, dark skinned girl rolling her eyes at me..." He whispered against my puckered lips. "I could take you right here if you're not careful, baby." He then released me and kissed my cheeks extra tenderly, as if to soothe were he had roughly handled me. The action drove me insane, I felt that familiar tug in my belly, the tingles in my core.
"I want you." I whispered against his ear, it was almost as if I was on autopilot. He let out an animalistic growl and began to unbutton his pyjama shirt.
"You sure?" He asked after I had straddled him and helped him remove his shirt.
"Yes."
"Yes, as in all the way? With actual fucking?"
"Yes, Dimitri."
"By fucking, you do know that I mean my penis inside your vagina?"
"Is 'yes' a hard word to understand?"
"I've always wanted a pity fuck..." He joked. I laughed as I tried to brush off the hint of sadness in his voice and began to remove the one clothing item I had. Dimitri must have been running low on patience because he was so quick to pull the thing apart and send buttons flying everywhere when he saw my shaky hands struggling.
"You're scared?" Dimitri asked as pulled me to him, mashing my boobs against his chest.
"A little..." I mumbled. Dimitri then reached over and switched on the lamp so we could see each other clearly.
"Look at me." So I did. He peered up at me through the most perfect lashes, eyes of electric blue revealing the most sincerity I had ever seen. Like he was surrendering himself to me. "This scares the fuck out of me too..." He lay his forehead in the crook of my neck and fondled my breast. "I might just fuck you too hard." He chuckled causing me to laugh.
"That's dumb." I argued lightheartedly.
"Its a true story though. Maybe you'll like fucking me so much that you become addicted. I watched a movie like that... Then you'd fuck me to death." He continued, still laughing. I was laughing too... Until he cupped my pussy with his hand and began flicking my clit. I moaned softly and threw my head back.
"You want this?" He grunted as he watched my face intently. "You like when I fuck your perfect fucking cunt with my fingers... Mmmh? You want more, baby?" He asked again when I didn't reply.
"Yes, please." I whispered shakily in between moans I couldn't see myself trying to hold in. Dimitri didn't need to be told twice; he lay me down, pulled my knees apart to accommodate him and went for the kill. I could barely process what exactly he was doing, only how it felt. He trailed kisses from my neck, over each round breast, over my naval and finally latched on to my bundle of nerves, all while he fucked me silly with his fingers. I could feel that familiar build up in the pit of my stomach, Dimitri was literally and metaphorically rocking my world. I came so fast and so hard I couldn't believe my senses; they were befuddled anyways. I felt it everywhere. My orgasm, I mean.
"Still scared...?" Dimitri asked as he rose from between my legs, nose, cheeks and lips glistening in my arousal. I blushed at the sight and tried to remedy the predicament.
"Your face..." I giggled. I know... Giggled. It was odd; I chuckle, laugh, snort occasionally but I do not giggle. "Come here..." I said and grabbed what was left of the shirt I had been wearing with the intention of cleaning him up a little.
"No." He laughed as he avoided the cloth by rolling off me. "You gotta kiss me first." And I did, it was kind of messy but I enjoyed it. Dimitri seemed like he wasn't going break the kiss so I pulled away causing him to groan. I then gently began to wipe at his face, over his prickly beard and his prominent nose.
"You have nice eyes..." I told him then realising that I had never said it out loud before.
"You have nice tits." He shamelessly replied as he reached out to fondle one.
"Oh my god... You're unbelievable."
"No. You are." He teased as he stroked the tip of my nose with his index finger.
"Ew. Never say that again. Freaking cliché..." I laughed and he joined but our laughter died out soon. "I still want you, Dimitri." I whispered, being serious. "And I mean for real."
"You're sure? There's no rush..."
"I know. I'm sure." I ran my fingers down and across his broad, muscular, tattoo free chest till I got to the crotch of his pyjama pants. It was hypnotic, feeling him quiver under my fingertips. Even more hypnotic was the sight of the tent in his pants. I contemplated slipping my hand under the elastic band of his trousers but felt unsure.
"All yours, baby..." He chuckled, most probably enjoying the sight of my bold, courageous façade crumbling. Dimitri knew I needed a boost of bravery so he took my hand just like he had done the first time and led me to his straining member. Our fingers released him from the constraints of his trousers and began to stroke. I loved doing it like that. Stroking him together, I mean.
Dimitri was blessed down there. And I mean he was a glorious sight; gleaming, bulbous head, impressive size, a daring metal piercing...
"On your back." He ordered. I followed instructions. "Ever done this before?" Dimitri inquired as he positioned himself between my open legs. I shook my head no.
"Dear lord..." He mumbled. "We don't have to do this..." He paused as he gave me a sincere look. Sincere and unsure and wildly lustful. But I could barely process his words, his length was nudging my clit - how could I?
"Please... Please, please..." I whimpered, kind of thrusting my pelvis upwards so that the tip of his shaft would rub against me. He hissed and his face contorted in pleasure.
"You will be the death of me..." He nibbled at my earlobe. "I fucking love when you beg me. What do you want this dick to do you, baby girl?" He whispered while growling at the same time somehow. Now I don't know how that was even physically possible but he had just taken husky voiced dirty talk (and my desire for him) to a whole new world. "What do you want, Jamaica?"
"I want you to fuck me, Dimitri... Please..." I wasn't even sure it was me who was being so upfront about sex anymore. Maybe I was high on the fact that I was now a free woman?
"No, baby. I don't just want to fuck you. I want to do so much more..." He nibbled at my neck. "Fucking ravish you, worship every damn fucking curve, every crevice... I want to ruin any other man for you, Jamaica... Mark you as my queen, my woman, my fucking entire world. There's only me. Forever. I'm going to make love to you - show you how bad you got me. You'd like that, yes? My cock filling you up over and over again until you cum, yes?" He whispered while rubbing his pierced head against my bud.
"Yes, please." I moaned, squirming under him. He didn't need much more coaxing because he began pushing himself into me, slowly but surely. Painfully even. And I cried out as I clawed at his back until he froze, panic written all over his face. It felt like he was splitting me in half.
"Shit. I had a feeling it would hurt you... Should I stop?"
"No, no. Just... Gotta... Adjust..." I gasped.
"You're gripping me so fucking tight... Can't keep still..." He groaned after a few seconds and then began to slowly pull out only to slowly push himself back within me even deeper than before and then repeated the action until he found himself balls deep inside of me. I had never felt so full, so connected to someone. I also found out what the piercing was for. Let's just say it made sure to reach all the places Dimitri couldn't. I had, by this stage, forgotten about most of the pain and began to feel some pleasure. Dimitri had even aided me by rubbing my clit and kissing me deeply to distract me from the pain at first. We soon found a rhythm that had us enjoying a new kind of sexual pleasure. It was amazing.
Once Dimitri had realised that I was now comfortable with the slow pace, he decided to push it a little and thrust a little faster. He even maintained eye contact with me the whole time, often times lovingly caressing my face as he picked up the pace once more and added more pressure on my clit. Always asking if I'm okay in between kisses and moments in which I could feel him watching me, memorising me with this look of admiration in his eyes, Dimitri had made me feel like the most beautiful woman that night.
He began to move even faster and his movements became less delicate, more sloppy. His breathing came in shallow pants as his body began to spasm, I could tell he was about to climax - I was excited for it. I was the reason for it. Therefore, it was my orgasm. I had just made him mine. He growled loudly as he came inside me, spurts of his seed oozing out of me with every other sloppy thrust until he relaxed somewhat.
"Christ... That was mind blowing." Dimitri sighed, rolling off me and then holding onto my side. I smiled. I just had sex... With the future vampire king... It felt odd to think he had been the stuff of nightmares a little over a year ago... Now he was my comfort, my protector, my lover.
"You didn't come with me." He mused as he stroked his glistening length in one hand and my thigh in the other. He was still so hard. I wondered how he was even able to fit inside me. "I have never failed to bring a woman to climax. I'm not starting today." He said with resolution before flipping me to the side so we were spooning. "Let's go again." He licked my neck.
"I'm tired though..." I half complained. Half because I was curious to see what he had planned for me.
"You'll rest better after after what I have in store for you, love." He used his palm to trace the outline of my figure and then placed it on my pussy. "Open." And I did, allowing him freer access. I don't know how he made one word sound so convincing.
"Do you trust me?" Dimitri asked seriously. Did I?
"Yes."
"You trust that I would never hurt you, yes?"
"Mmh hmmm." I agreed.
"Good." He said before he began to enter my tender hole from behind. I winced in pain as he stretched me all over again.
"Oww." I complained.
"It'll feel a lot better soon, baby... You gotta endure just a little longer." He cooed and held me tight in his arms as comfort, still thrusting. He did so for a little longer before I suddenly felt this intense, sharp pain in my neck causing me to panic and scream out but then begin to moan as the pain turned into an insane pleasure. And it was more than just the fact that Dimitri pumping in and out of me now felt like I was constantly on the edge of climax (that being the only way I could describe the feeling), it was more than just sexual bliss, it was like the total package, y'know... Physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually... Dimitri had marked me. And not in the carnal, gruesome werewolf way, no. Dimitri had initiated me in an age old practice... The exchange of blood as the holiest, most intimate practice by creatures of the night. His bite would take a toll on me and he would have to remedy it by giving me his blood.
Surrender. Dimitri, by doing whatever witchcraft he was doing so perfectly to me, was surrendering himself to me, getting acquainted with the taste of my blood in this way meant that he was allowing me a place in his heart, one he would never forget. I had become permanently engraved within him. Irreplaceable. For once.
My heart fluttered as it pumped my sustenance to Dimitri, nourishing him as I began to spasm and tighten around him. It was by far nothing compared to the other two this time. My orgasm, I mean. This was eye rolling, toe curling, mind bogglingly intense, so much so that I found myself trying to escape Dimitri. He held on to me, of course.
"Shhh..." He cooed. "Relax, take it..." He said as he begun to thrust harder and deeper. Then I felt him twitching and spasming as well as he went even faster before stilling completely as he unloaded himself inside me.
"God... I love you..." He panted as he licked my wound sending tingles throughout my body. My eyes widened and I froze - I didn't know how to reply to him. The colour had drained from my face as I began to question myself. Did I love him back?
"You don't have to say it back... I know its not the easiest thing..." He mumbled, still inside me.
"Which part? Loving you or saying I love you back?" I inquired as I relaxed somewhat.
"I don't know..." He sighed. "It wouldn't be easy to love me back, I guess. I mean, I haven't been the nicest person to you in the year we've known each other..." He mumbled as he buried his head in the crook of my neck, careful not to simulate the bite.
"Well, its a good thing that its up to me to decide then. Isn't it?"
"I guess..." He replied nervously. "I needed this... Thank you for tonight."
"You're making this weird for me..." I complained
"I'm just saying what I'm thinking is all."
"I need a shower..." I mumbled and began to get up but then felt incredibly weak probably from blood loss and exhaustion. "Dimitri..." I mumbled, feeling sore in some places and numb in others. He was quick to act as he bit into his wrist and brought it to my lips.
"This'll make it better." He said regardless of the consequences for him... I had heard rumours about this; vampires exchanging blood with humans. He'd feel the connection but I wouldn't, not as much anyways.
"I'll live..." I said, politely declining. "What do you think you're doing?"
"I'm already yours... Might as well go all the way." He smiled. "Please... You have little to lose. This would make me happy. I'd belong with you, no more void..."
I couldn't believe I was actually about to drink vampire blood and basically tie Dimitri's life to mine. He was right. I did have little to lose and everything to gain. Besides, perhaps he would need to feel connected to someone after everything he's been through; with the death of his father and what not... So I brought his hand up to my mouth and licked once. What I didn't realise was that it would have the same euphoric effect on him as his bite had on me when he tempered with it.
"Oh fuck..." He moaned. Just the sound of him enjoying what I was doing made me forget about the yucky, metallic taste and keep going for a little more before getting sick of the taste and the smell and letting go. Wide eyes gazed back at me, pupils dilated and eyes glowing the purest blue.
"I hope I don't regret this." I sighed, feeling my strength coming back already.
"You won't, I swear to you."
"Help me shower?" I inquired, eager to change the subject due to the unrealised consequences.
"Of course." He said, before picking me up bridal style and taking me to the bathroom.

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