Elizabeth Finn - Immortal Protector

Truman turned their bodies and asked her to lie down. As she settled back onto the mattress, he took his place at her feet. His cool touch met her ankle, and he caressed up her legs, parting them and pushing her knees out wide as he went. When he reached her thighs, it was with the lightest touch that he teased the sensitive skin on the inside of her thighs, and as her panting and gasping breath increased, he trailed his fingers further up to her exposed sex. He again parted her lips and studied every inch of her contour. She was glistening in her wetness, and he wanted to taste her so very much, but at the moment his fingers were taking their turn. He stroked his index finger from her clit to her entry, and then slowly, as he savored the sight, he pushed gently within her virgin sheath. Ember groaned at the invasion, and Truman’s arousal forced his fangs to drop marginally farther into his mouth.

He could feel the wetness of her arousal coating his finger as he withdrew it from her tightness, and once he’d pulled from her completely, he pushed one more slow stroke into her body. He pushed and pulled and worked her sheath with gentle strokes that readied her body further and further. When her orgasm tore through her, it left her nearly sobbing as Truman pulled his body up alongside hers and stroked her cheek as her body relaxed to his touch.

“Touch me. I want to feel your fingers wrapped around my cock.” Truman knew his blunt words would stimulate and arouse her want, and as if on cue, the slight scent of her arousal, imperceptible to any human, surged to his senses. He loved the reaction her body gave him, and he rolled to his back to give her whatever access she wanted.

Ember moved up to her elbow and looked over his body. He was still fully clothed, and as she worked on the buttons of his dress shirt, her fingers were trembling. Her nervousness didn’t stop her from wanting, and it was this overcoming of her own emotional turmoil that told him just how much she wanted him, and it was intoxicating to his ego.

When she reached the last button, she pulled the shirt apart to expose his chest and stomach to her roving eyes. His nipples were as hard as his cock in desire, and as her fingers touched the small, hard nubs, his cock twitched and fought against the fabric of his pants. She leaned to his mouth and kissed him gently, and he held her cheek strongly as he plunged his tongue into her mouth.

When her tongue dipped into his mouth, he stopped their kisses and held her face from his. Her eyes searched his for understanding, and her embarrassment set her cheeks on fire. “You didn’t do anything wrong. My fangs protract in arousal, and they’re venomous. You have me well beyond the point of safely venturing past my lips.” A quick smirk and an innocent kiss to Ember’s lips gave her no reason to hang on to her embarrassment, and with his encouragement, she returned to his body. With every touch, he wanted to invade her body more, and when she finally reached the button of his trousers, his eyes fluttered, his cock danced, and he waited for more.

As Ember lowered his zipper, she could see the bulge instantly, and it was impressive. She had no real idea what made for an impressive bulge, but this was impressive. The incredible want that pushed her through her fear had driven her movements to this point, and as she pulled his trousers down his thighs and he lifted his bottom, it made his bulge all the more intimidating. When he dropped his hips back to the bed, she reached for the waist of his dark gray boxer briefs. When her fingers passed beneath the band, a quiet, humming moan passed his lips, and his eyes watched her. His eyes hadn’t left her once, and they studied her with an intense, smoldering heat.

She needed this. The last many weeks had been nothing but sadness, pain, loneliness, and more dread and fear than she could stand. He was giving her something she’d only had the nerve to dream of, but never do. He was giving himself to her, perfect and stunning as he was, and she needed it. She needed to escape her life, and for the first time in longer than she could recall, she was able to set aside everything that was wrong with her life. She was focusing only on him.

He pulled the waistband of his underwear away from his body, and his penis thrust up to his abdomen. She stilled the moment she laid her eyes on him. Impressive didn’t even come close to describing it. He was rigid, large, and so very beautiful. He looked like any other man, just far more … impressive. It terrified her to think of allowing him into her body, but as terrified as Ember may have been, it never occurred to her to turn back. She had to have him; he knew it, and from the moment he’d said he was going to make love to her, her desire had built further and further, and there was nothing that would erase that want from her mind now.

“Touch me. Now. Before I lose my mind and fuck you to keep from going crazy.” His words sent a tremble through her, and she reached to his body once more. She watched her shaky hands in slow motion as they moved first to the bulbous head of his cock. She touched with a gentle and slow stroke, moving down to the shaft once she’d traced the shape of his cockhead with her finger. When she reached the length of his shaft, she traced the rigid veins with her fingertips, moving down to the tight but large testicles. She caressed his testicles with the palm of her hand, and when she finally returned her gaze to his, he was watching her with a dark glint in his eyes. His mouth was open, and the tips of his fangs were visible. The tip of his tongue, the very same one that caressed her most sensitive bundle of nerves, moved to the sharp tip of one of his fangs and touched the point.

She wanted to taste him, and as she watched, a pearl of shimmering precum dribbled from his opening. She touched it with her finger as another deep, purring moan passed his lips. When she leaned to him and let her lips pass over the tip of his head, his moan became guttural and powerful, and his words became primal and uncontrolled. “Fuck! Oh, God, Ember. Suck me. Taste me.”

Ember sunk her lips and took him as deep into her mouth as she could bear before sucking her way back up. The taste of his precum was heady and amazing. He had a slight saltiness to him, much like sweat, and the tinge of iron. It was him, and it tasted so perfect. When the head of his cock popped past her lips, she licked around the head and traced the peak with her tongue before sucking the head between her lips and pulling him into her mouth again. She grasped his shaft and stroked with her hand while her mouth continued to suck, pulling and releasing him in and out of her mouth. His purring, warm moans had wetness flooding to her core, and her own arousal was mounting with the sound of his pleasure.

He wound his fingers through her long, straight, brown locks, tangling in the hair as he held her mouth to his body. She sucked and pulled endlessly as his moaning continued, and when he finally came inside her mouth, he held her head still as he pulsed cum. She swallowed him as he uttered her name in ecstasy. When she crawled up his body, she collapsed beside him with her head propped on her hand. His fangs were fully protracted and glistening in the lamplight, but as she watched, they withdrew into his jaw, and his teeth returned to his brilliant white normal. He gave her a seductive smile, and when she kissed him and delved into his mouth to taste him, he didn’t stop her.

His mouth was soothingly cool against the heated warmth of her own. Just like his skin, it carried the temperature of the room around them—cool, but not cold or uncomfortable in the least.

Truman shifted her body beneath his as she looked up to his glinting and mysterious eyes. When he kissed his way down across her chest to her stomach, a flood of warmth settled between her legs. At the very moment the warmth spread, he moaned a quiet and sensual sound.