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Making Up For Lost Time
« on: May 08, 2019, 07:50:09 AM »
Rachel spent the car ride back from the Academy with her hand reached over to the driver's side, pinky-finger tracing small circles high on Damien’s thigh while looking out her window.  The ride was mostly silent, broken by his occasional sharp intake of air when her finger wandered farther, followed by her nonchalant “What?” even though she knew exactly what she was doing.

What did I do?  Oh, whoops, sorry. 

The closer they came to arriving home the more daring her hand became, in spite of the warning on her breathily-spoken name and his slightest increase of pressure on the accelerator.  Occasionally she would glance at his face, finding a mixture of smoldering want and attempts to keep composure in his expression.  When he caught her staring they made intense eye contact before she smiled innocently and turned back to the passenger-side window.

She wasn’t thinking about the Academy at all, even while they were there, save for adoring how cute he was about the whole thing.  She didn’t really give too much of a shit about it at the moment beyond that, feeling much too playful for her own good and mind too distracted by fantasies of sneaking off to some dark corner.  They definitely came close and were nearly caught.  She couldn’t seem to keep her eyes, hands, lips off of him. 

Hardly appropriate for a classroom setting.

They were still in that “honeymoon” phase--intensified by his inhuman stamina and the apparent need to make up for lost time.  That was her own guess anyway.  As for her, well, she was insatiable in her happiness.  With bad thoughts and memories far, far away, she was left thirsting for mischief and affection.  To explore, to play, to draw that playfulness out of him.  Altogether eager and needy, maybe, and she found herself constantly wanting him.  Constantly looking for ways to pique his interest and rile him up. 

Make him hunger for her.

When they came to a red light, her hand that had been so attentively tracing the lines and wrinkles in the crotch of his pants moved to a more polite spot closer to his knee. 

“What are you thinking about?”  Rachel looked at him expectantly, her eyes and lips holding a devious challenge.

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Re: Making Up for Lost Time
« Reply #1 on: May 09, 2019, 11:10:00 AM »
His mouth was watering. The scent of her blood beneath her skin, perfumed with the arousal they had begun in the Academy, was threatening his attention away from the road. It filled him, lingered in his head in a most distracting way. He enjoyed it immensely and wanted more than just that scent. Her hand had made him react immediately, light fingers creeping up his slacks towards his groin; he grew to meet her touch, pressing against the zipper.

At the beginning of their relationship he didn't quite know how to handle all of the sexual tension between them. Worried, as always, that they were moving too fast for each other, or craving each other only for skin and fulfillment, he would be filled with want and hesitation, that he wouldn't be able to perform after so long. It took only a couple of weeks to get back into the rhythm of having a lover again, despite all his long years of celibacy. Many of the acts were the same as they had been between couples for thousands of years. As they became more familiar with each other's bodies, he became braver, venturing into different tastes, different pleasures. And as much as he knew he had to be professional and in control in front of others - the image of cordiality, calm, and evenness - he wanted very much to tear into her at every opportunity he got, regardless of who was around.

And she knew that.

He groaned through pressed lips as he kept his eyes on the road. Damien closed his eyes, air feeling electric and sharp in his lungs. A well of pleasure building from his core, seeping down his thighs  to meet Rachel's fingers as they wandered. The idea of her unbuttoning him there in the car and removing him from his pants danced on his mind, despite his best attempts at ignoring them. Warm fingers handling the most sensitive parts of him, wrapped around him, stroking him. He groaned again, ignoring the fantasy.

What are you thinking about?

How was it that she always caught him thinking about things he couldn't say out loud to her? Damien exhaled a grunt of a laugh, lips curling into an unfiltered smile of pleasure. "You," he gave the standard response, knowing it would have to be modified in order to satiate her question fully. His jaw quaked with want and he clamped his mouth shut to stave the hunger off. He threw a look at her from the driver's side, a dangerous, scalding look that he used while hunting and seducing prey. It was rusty, this look, full of hesitance and crumbling composure of the monk he once was. "Your hand on my leg," he clarified more and returned his gaze to the road. Fixation was coming; he could feel it growing in his mind behind his eyes. Quietly, as if afraid to be so bold, Damien added, "The way you smell right now."

He lifted a hand off the wheel and pressed his palm down onto the back of that wandering hand, her fingers wriggling beneath him. Fingers entwined together, and he reluctantly removed that hand from his thigh forcing their palms together on the center console of the Lexus. Damien sighed quietly and adjusted himself in his seat, the position becoming mildly uncomfortable now as his excitement grew.
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Re: Making Up For Lost Time
« Reply #2 on: May 14, 2019, 08:55:49 AM »
She smiled, faced flushed but feeling bold, not shy.  Her thumb moved against the skin of his hand and she pulled it into her lap, holding it there.  How far could she push him here while they were in the car?  The idea of getting him so worked up that he had to pull over somewhere to take her crossed through her mind deliciously.  Or finding an empty parking lot, pulling in somewhere away from street lights, putting his seat back all the way and climbing into his lap.  That thought made her flush deeper and she looked away, nipping at her bottom lip.  Gentle warmth spread from her face to her core.  Her imagination was always too vivid.

Maybe next time she wore a dress out with him somewhere, she'd wear nothing underneath.

After a few polite moments of hand holding, Rachel moved her hand out from under his and pressed her palm on top.  Firmly she guided his hand up her leg, dragging the dress higher in the motion.  Of course, if he wanted to pull away he wouldn't find any resistance but she knew he would need a little nudge of encouragement if he did want to play.  Gaze fixed firmly out the window, she wet her lips as she traced slow circles around the knuckles of his hand.  Encouraging.  Would he take initiative or pull away?  Maybe messing around in the car was too public for him, even in the dark with only the occasional passing car.  Not wanting to sneak off at the Academy made sense but she hoped that didn't mean that he wanted to keep everything strictly in the bedroom behind closed doors.

Her want for adventure was too...wild to be contained like that.

It was as if she had begun to awaken.  Feverishly.  Eagerly.  She felt safe to.  And in spite of the implications, there was something sexy about that safe feeling.  There was so much she wanted to do, to try.  Like she wanted to show him everything she could do, to give him all the pleasure.  To infect him with her sense of adventure.  To have him relax, to enjoy without obligations and responsibility holding him back.

She ached to be irresponsible with him.

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Re: Making Up For Lost Time
« Reply #3 on: May 14, 2019, 10:08:40 AM »
He had just started to regain composure when his hand was moved onto her thigh, sliding up the fabric, fingers whispering over traces of plump skin. He held his breath and couldn't move beyond what she made him. The thought of brushing his fingers against her lower lips, feeling that heat through the fabric of her panties, her warm dampness. He was feeling almost drunk with want now, debating whether to pull the car to the side of the road or to race on home to fuck her.

She wanted him to touch her, to tease her. She wanted him to coax her pleasure, to feel invited to enjoy her.

Nonetheless, he hesitated.

Damien didn't move his hand away, but neither did he take up her invitation to explore her, but remained still on her inner thigh, fingers wrapped and gripping the muscles beneath. Desperation only through fingertips. The circles on his knuckles, on the back of his hands were drawn with an attention that pulled him away from the road ahead. He could smell her excitement, thick like blood in the back of his mouth. There was a direct line from that smell to his erection and he smiled.

He let go.

Instead he smoothed the dress down and let his fingers follow the lines of her thigh until he could feel that warmth from her lips pressing against his fingers. His left hand gripped the steering wheel tighter, his arousal steeping, his erection pressing.
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Re: Making Up For Lost Time
« Reply #4 on: May 14, 2019, 11:25:36 AM »
Surprised.  Delighted.  A gasp escaped her as fingers moved across bare skin.  Rachel moved her hand up his arm, coaxing it with the slightest bit of pressure to reach further as she shifted her hips to give better access.  Little shocks jolted through her as the tips of his fingers moved back and fourth across her lips.  Yes, this is what she had wanted.  Other thoughts filled her mind, like unbuckling, leaning over his lap and...

Being reckless.

The car was mostly silent save the occasional whispered Fuck, and heavy desperate exhaled moans as they got closer to home.  When they turned down their street, she unbuckled the seat belt and leaned toward him, placing a hand on his thigh and feathering her lips against his cheek and jawline.

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Re: Making Up For Lost Time
« Reply #5 on: May 17, 2019, 09:29:51 AM »
Four miles to home. Her lips found his neck and all the tension he was holding down rushed into his skin and a groan erupted from between his teeth with a hint of a hiss. Damien craned his neck to offer her more neck to kiss and suckle. He could feel her smile against his skin beneath his jaw at his reaction, thumbing him through denim.

Three miles. He was no longer paying attention to how hard he was pressing on the accelerator, but knew he was going faster than he should. She had switched to fanning her hand over his member, grabbing him through his pants as he hardened noticeably, leaning to the left. Her grip coaxed another groan from him.

Two. Her lips became more aggressive on his throat and another hiss broke from him, that hand moving towards the buttons on his jeans. His knuckles were white on the steering wheel, his hips tipped in her direction to convince her to go farther - not that she needed it.

One. "I'm going to miss the driveway," he pleaded breathily, a slight shyness creeping into his tone. She fiddled with his button now, cracking it open and pushing the zipper down enough to slip a few fingers into the waistband of his drawers. Fingertips in his hairs, just inches from his sex. Flat human teeth nipping at him in the echo of that sharp pleasure he missed from Lucretia.

As Damien pulled into the long, private driveway, the tension in the car was skyhigh. She pulled her lips away from his neck for better placement at his ear, but those fingers that had paid homage to his contained prick remained lingering on the deep places of his hips. He didn't dare look at her, knowing that those beautiful brown eyes would reflect nothing but the same lust back at him. That need to seduce and kill threatened to overtake his good sense. A bit too fast, Damien caught her hand and flattened it against his hip, preventing her from advancing or escaping. Just pausing there, enjoying the blood that flooded her flesh so close.

He inhaled deeply, enjoying the last taste of her musky perfume before he removed her hands from him in a swift motion that wasn't unkind. When he lifted his silver eyes, his look that could burn a hole into a Bible. His gaze fell on her. "Let's get inside." He looked at her hard one last moment, jaw quaking and cock hard, before stepping out of the car. Habit brought him to her side of the car and he opened her door, trying his best to not lay that burning look on Rachel again. He couldn't help but think a private thought about how close her head was to his throbbing member. That plump little smirk, lips wet.
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Re: Making Up For Lost Time
« Reply #6 on: May 17, 2019, 10:27:16 AM »
That dominating look sent a chill and a shiver through her and Rachel met his eye with as much intensity as she could manage.  Hard reactions--that was what she had been reaching for.  The hissing didn't deter her anymore, she was familiar enough with the reaction to know what it meant by now.  The hesitation that used to linger between them had been steadily evaporating the more familiar they became with each other's bodies.  Each other's wants. 

Chest heaving and dress askew, she struggled to regain her composure as he exited the car.  She watched him as he rounded the front of it to open the door, keeping her eyes locked on his face and willing him to make eye contact with her again.  When he opened the door she turned her body as if to exit, but reached out for his hand and pulled him to where she still sat.  Almost eye-level with what she wanted to wrap her lips around.  His pants were still undone, hanging low on his hips.

Barely.

Moving his body between her legs, she placed eager kisses on his abdomen and reaching her hands around to hold him there.  She wanted to feel his hands in her hair, guiding her movements, but that was maybe too forward.  Maybe.  She ventured lower with her mouth on his hips, bending a bit awkwardly but pulling back before getting too close.  Instead, she pushed him gently away so she had barely enough room to stand, rubbing against him with her chest and looking into his face.

"Let's go."  She said with a face of faux-innocence betrayed only by the fire in her eyes, reaching for a hand to entwine their fingers together as they walked toward the house.

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Re: Making Up For Lost Time
« Reply #7 on: May 26, 2019, 07:51:57 AM »
Something like fire flared in his chest when those warm lips planted themselves on his pelvis and Damien groaned. The thought of grabbing her hair, moving it so he could watch her on him whizzed through his head before being tucked away somewhere unknown for self-admonishing later. And then just as quickly as she started, Rachel was pushing him away and standing against him with eyes that dared him, thrilled him. Damien smiled at her tease, but hesitated. This time, his hesitation was not due to the question of being polite, but rather the idea of where he wanted Rachel. The fleeting thought of pressing her against the car and taking her in the driveway roused him. He toyed with it as she weaved her fingers into his.

Instead he held her hand and tore his eyes away from her for a better view of the house. He plotted, thinking of surfaces in the house of certain heights and hardnesses, enjoying the imagined mischief with a caution that he tried his best to shake. Damien raised their linked hands and kissed the back of Rachel's in a slow, human motion. Excitement built as he lead them into the house, unlocking the door, turning off the alarm, and placing his keys on the table near the door.

Without warning, he scooped her off her feet, sweeping one arm behind her back and the other under her knees, lifting her as if she weighed nothing. She yelped in joyful surprise and threw her arms around his neck. The warm skin of the backs of her thighs, naked now that the fabric of the dress had escaped his clutches, was soft and arousing to him as it pressed against his forearm. Damien kissed his human deeply, needing the comfort of her lips on him again. Rachel obliged eagerly and the vampire couldn't help but pour every want he had ever had into that kiss.

His feet found their way into the family room, where he put her on the couch. His jeans had become loose now and his hips were mostly out of them, revealing a well defined bone structure and the a puff of dark hair peeking out over the elastic of his underwear. The urge to seduce her with his mind rose like a wave in him, threatening to take over his sense of control. This time, he didn't fight it in the same way, but allowed a small taste of him to slip like a finger into the soft body of her thoughts, coaxing her to enjoy him and establishing a touch of mental connection. Like the lifting of a chin. Damien smiled down at her before placing himself on top of her warm body and kissing her deeply with hips settling lusciously onto hers.
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Re: Making Up For Lost Time
« Reply #8 on: May 26, 2019, 08:51:48 AM »
Suddenly in his arms, she placed a few firm kisses on his neck before he caught her mouth in his.  Her own desire and eagerness fed the passion bubbling up from a deep place in her chest.  She hadn't had the mind to pay attention to where he was taking her.  With eyes slipping blissfully shut, she was content to lose herself in the kiss and his tightening grip on her.  A soft gasp escaped her when she felt the couch at her back and finally opened her eyes.

Rachel was feeling ever more feverish, devouring the sight hips and hair peeking out of low-sitting clothing.  She still felt the impulse to be shy about checking him out so obviously and flushed deeper when they caught eyes again.

Initially, she struggled against a feeling of intimidation in order to maintain eye contact with him.  This happened occasionally in moments when he dropped reservations and acted on a kind of impulse.  He was always so premeditated and thoughtful in the day-to-day, it still caught her off guard when he deviated from that.  A rush of heat moved through her as she felt him reach into her mind and establish that connection without warning.  It was like a sudden rising tide, meeting her in her thoughts and drawing her toward him.  The effect firmly locked her eyes on his.  There was a tendril between them in the ether, pulling her closer as she scrambled to meet him with an edge of desperation.  Kissing became frantic as she gripped his hair in both hands and pulled his head toward hers.

She wanted more of that.

The connection increased the swelling desire within her, intensifying as she felt his weight on top of her, and she let out a whimpering-mew through their kiss.  She pulled him closer, hips rising to press herself against him.  They fell quickly into a rhythm and her hands slipped under his shirt, fingers brushing against the bare skin of his back.  Delicately at first as they moved up as far as she could reach, then lightly dragging her nails back down.  Her fingers continued their journey lower, playing with the barrier of clothing at his hips, dipping them under and coming back out.  It was difficult to go slow with all of this wanting.

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« Reply #9 on: May 28, 2019, 10:45:23 AM »
His body was electric as her nails grazed him, a shiver that caused his whole body to jerk as she brush the scars that Lucretia had left behind before his claiming. There had always been a reason behind the placement and depth of those scars and as he was pressed against Rachel, he could finally enjoy her hands there without shame. The simple gesture made him grunt a growl of pleasure that he was holding on to without realizing, his hips digging downwards into her. He could feel the warm of her sex on the exposed skin of his pelvis and Damien lost himself in that feeling. Fingers explored him, curling under his waistband and playing with the edges of his jeans.

He leaned up off of her in frustration and want, pulling his shirt over his head with impatience. Her dress was bunched up on her stomach messily, unmasking her panties - black lace with intricate designs which just barely hid the edges of her folds from his view. His cock throbbed and that feeling in his groin feel deeper in him at the sight of her laying beneath him, dress up past her hips.

But there was time still for that kind of fulfillment.

Instead, Damien settled himself back on top of her, with one arm scooping under her neck, the other falling to her neck. He felt the breath catch in her lungs as his erection, still caged by denim, pressed against her again. The skin of her neck was smooth and hot with the blood the raced after his hands. He nuzzled the opposite side of from his hand, suckling first upon her collar bone, the delicate bone structure sloping away from his upper lip towards her jugular. He kissed her there, nibbling until it brought moans to her lips and desperation to her skin. His hips ground down and forward onto hers - passively at first and then building into something he needed urgently. Damien groaned against her neck as she fell into an ardent rhythm, despite them being mostly dressed. She was tantalizingly close and wet with want.

Wanting him.
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Re: Making Up For Lost Time
« Reply #10 on: May 28, 2019, 11:24:43 AM »
Rachel watched him shed the shirt, eyes tracing his form and wandering lower, feeling her shyness replaced with hunger. 

Grinding against him through her thin lace left her wishing, again, that she hadn't worn anything under the dress.  At this rate, she'd be soaking through them anyway.  Her mind filled deliciously with images of making the front of his jeans wet with her.  For a moment she pushed her neck harder against his mouth, aching to feel the sharp prick and rush of ecstasy.  She whimpered helplessly, wanting.  Her vibrant thoughts mixed with the dizzying sensation of his teeth grazing the skin of her neck and she felt something like a ripe fruit ready to burst. 

Not yet.

She pulled her neck away and caught his mouth with hers.  Slowly she began to rise from the couch, nudging him back.  She could feel the confused tension in his body, the resistance to her movements, and she kissed him deeply to reassure him.  They came to a point where they were seated awkwardly, one of her legs pinned between Damien and the back of the couch, the other dangling over the edge. 

She laughed through their kiss and pulled away.

"Hang on," her voice was thick and breathy.  Ignoring Damien's questioning and noises of confusion, she pushed his shoulder gently until he readjusted himself into a proper sitting position.  Rachel locked eyes with him and climbed slowly into his lap, legs on either side of his thighs.  There was a quiet moment as she traced his bare chest in a random pattern with a single finger, eyes settling on his lips.

"That's better."  She whispered, wriggling closer until their chests were touching.  She pushed her fingers through his hair and gripped at the locks, drawing him in for a passionate kiss. 

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« Reply #11 on: June 02, 2019, 10:20:35 AM »
Her finger felt like fire on his skin and he was not prepared for it. His hips bucked underneath her and another low groan reverberated deep in his throat. As she moved into him, he could feel her nipples harden under the dress, no bra impeding him from feeling her against his chest. The sensation provided him with a renewed vigor of want. Damien slipped a hand off of her thighs and cupped her breast, fondling her as she grew harder in the palm of his hand. She deepened their kiss and he continued a steady rhythm of hip grinding beneath her, her hands pulling tightly on the roots of his hair.

His want of enjoying her fought with his impatience for fulfillment and Damien broke away from that powerful kiss in order to trail his lips down the side of her neck, down beneath her collarbone until his lips found that clothed nipple he had been toying with. His other hand grappled with the side of her ribcage, holding her closer as his mouth worked tirelessly, her breast still in his grasp. Lips nibbled  and pulled on the nub until her dress was wet with his saliva. Pinching gently on his prize, Damien switched his position, making the other breast his priority all while thumbing, yanking, and pulling on that hard little treat. His head was filled with nothing but satisfying the both of them with their bodies satisfying the other's needs.

Damien kept his mouth in place and let his hands follow the straps at her side that held the fabric of her dress in place on her body. Deft hands untied the garment and itched for the warmth of her nakedness. He would pull the fabric open to reveal her body unless she made the move to stop him.
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Re: Making Up For Lost Time
« Reply #12 on: June 02, 2019, 10:44:16 AM »
His attentive mouth wetting the front of her dress coaxed shivers that shook her body.  Her hips twisted needily against him.  Impatient.  Wanting.

Rachel moved a hand over his, stopping it from removing her dress. 

She began to trail kisses down his jaw and neck to his collarbone, lips pulling at the skin where it was thin against the bone, and continued lower down his chest.  The dress was loose, shifting and revealing more skin as she moved off of his lap.  Her lips continued their journey across his skin along the way until she slid down to the floor on her knees. 

“Come closer,”  she said breathily, grasping at his hips and pulling them toward her.

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« Reply #13 on: June 02, 2019, 11:03:20 AM »
Hesitation lingered in the back of his throat despite relishing the sight of her on her knees in front of him. Her greedy pull at his jeans exposed more of the curly, sable hair from his waistband. He wanted more of her, wanted what he thought was going to happen but as he became aware of her intentions, he became uncomfortable.

"Rachel," he murmured, a moan half destroyed in his throat as he fought both with himself and with the inability to properly communicate a situation he had never been in. He put his hands heavily on hers, indicating that she wait a moment. Guilt and embarrassment filled him and threatened to chase off his hard-on. Damien licked his lips. What exactly would she think? What would she do? ould she tease him and carry through with it? Would she laugh at him? Was he being silly? He was being silly. Still the feeling persisted, the rapidly consuming guilt of want.

"Rachel, I-I uhm," he stuttered, looking away from her with an awkward smile on his face. He licked his lips again and tried again. "I've, uhm, never... I've never had..." He gave a quick chortle of self-deprecating laughter. "I've... n-never done... this."

Why had he told her that? Why couldn't he have just sat back and enjoyed his first time? If he could have blushed, he would have been bright red. Memories of being with his sire, of being so close to that mouth of hers, surfaced inappropriately and made him look away from his Rachel.
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Re: Making Up For Lost Time
« Reply #14 on: June 02, 2019, 11:15:17 AM »
Rachel stopped her grasping as lust melted from her features, leaving a gentle smile.

He'd seriously never had head?  It took effort not to giggle. 

"That's okay," she said softly, moving her hands to rest on his knees instead.  She nibbled at her lower lip.  "Do you...want me to stop?"  It was impossible to tell.  God, he looked so cute smiling like that.

Rachel wanted to taste him.  Pleasure him.  It was one of her favorite things to do, minus the Bad Times, and Rachel personally prided herself in how skillful she was.  Eager to make new memories, she didn't want the act tainted with the association of her time in captivity any longer than it had to be.  The possibility of giving him a truly excellent first time excited her.  Thinking about it made her quiver and gently squeeze her thighs together.