"Time For A Change" - sequel to "It's About Time"

"Comedown" by Bush is my background mood music for this scene.

Chapter One: Turbulence Is Good

As the plane climbed quietly into the still-dark sky, we left it all behind. Grateful to Pam for her early turn-in, me and my vampire had the cabin to ourselves. Neither of us was thinking about the ground that was rapidly disappearing from sight, nor any symbolism of seeing home for the last time. We were moving on to better things, quite literally.

As he pinned me quite willingly to my reclining seat, I became achingly aware of him leaning between my thighs, hard and wanting what I wanted. He languished kisses all down my throat before pulling my shirt over my head. My sun-colored tresses spilled around my shoulders, draping my tan skin invitingly. With one bite his sharp white teeth released my breasts from the binding lace, his mouth immediately taking in my straining nipple, flicking me with his cool tongue. His eyes appreciatively roamed over the hills and valley below my chin as he captured the other waiting nipple, begging for his touch. My hips and back arched into him, and my fingernails dug into his hips, negotiating him harder against me. Sounds came from within both of us as our bodies responded to the other with sheer lust.

"We will enjoy this ride, you and I" he breathed into my mouth, his hands now pinching my wet, hard nipples. Oh I already knew this, but hearing him say it was a very definite turn on. My lips returned the favor.

"Take your clothes off." His pupils dilated as he licked his fangs, now on display. I pulled off my jeans as he quickly shed his threads. Standing quickly, I pulled his wrist towards me and stepped to the side, turning him around to fall back in the chair. He lets me, but I revel in the false sense of control, of power. It intensifies my lust, and makes me ache for him. My eyes lock hard onto his as I sink down on my knees in front of him. Holding his gaze, I lick my lips slowly for effect. His mouth parts, and his grip on the arm rests tightens. Not expecting me to set the pace, his eyes blazed with the knowledge of what I would do to him. Raking my fingers down his beautiful alabaster chest and stomach, his body responded to me even more. I felt a surge of pride that he was mine, and it freed any modest inhibitions I may have had at the sight of him in front of me, straining with arousal. Gripping him with one hand, I parted my wet lips over him and breathed hot, moist breath across him, drawing a growl from above me. Deciding to pleasure him instead of torturing him, I slid myself over him and down his length in one fluid swipe downward. His groan traveled down his body and into me, sending a wave of lust through me, motivating my tongue to lap him as I came back up his length. It was then that I my senses both heightened and dulled at the same time. When he aroused me, every sense sharpened except my hearing. It's like being in a trance, somewhere outside of yourself far away. I cannot hear hardly anything, not a name or a warning. I am under, far under.

My hands moved up his legs slowly as my warm mouth and tongue slowly drove him closer; closer to the edge, to his own release. Seldom did he come first, so I wanted it almost as much as he needed it. Up and down I rhythmically slid him inside my soft, wet mouth until I felt him swell, and saw his lips moving to let me know what was coming. He was. My eyes, dark with lust, held onto his as he went over hard. I felt the vibrations of his vocalization of release through him, though I still couldn't hear a thing. I felt his immense pleasure all through my body as his release hit the back of my throat. Licking his dry lips, he watched as the sensation of letting go melded with the visualization of what I was doing to him. I released him slowly so I could consume his release. I've heard a lot of gossip about how human males taste when finishing them in this manner, and it's not been positive. Acidic, bitter, and other adjectives were used to describe the taste, which had just been a complete buzz kill for me whenever I had ever thought about it. But this was like cool dew on morning leaves. I smiled as I slowly drew my thumb across my lips to make sure to rid myself of the evidence. Rising from my knees, I crawled up and over him, letting my aching body talk to his. The look on his face was making it very hard to move slowly. Lust, pure and unadulterated lust blazed from him, gently warning with urgency against any messing around with him. Torture was not on the menu tonight, only pleasure. His hands came up to greet my body, gently squeezing my smooth hips as I hovered just inches away from what I wanted, what I needed.

"That was....fucking good" he swore to me, eyes ablaze with wanting more...more of us. I smiled my best naughty smile at him in reply, saying nothing aloud.

Rubbing myself along him slowly, I could feel he was ready for more. The aching between my thighs was so strong now that there would be no delay, no warm up from him now. I lowered myself onto him and sighed out loud in satisfaction as he filled me completely. It was like being able to finally scratch an itch that you'd been trying not to touch, but had finally surrendered to the pleasure of it. I tilted my head back and let my hair fall down my back, my hands on his stomach for support. When I couldn't take him any deeper inside me, I stilled and let him impale me for just a moment. I brought my eyes back down to his, seeing the thirst in his eyes. Before I lost control of myself I wanted to take care of him just a little more. I would be taken care of very soon, I was sure of that. I leaned down and kissed his lips urgently, nipping his bottom lip with my teeth. He growled with desire, running his hands down my back and to my bottom, gripping me and squeezing. Pulling away from his lips ever so slightly, I mouthed the words I knew he wanted me to say.

"Bite me" I breathed, and added for good measure, "and fuck me like no one else can."

Those direct words laced heavily with my intentions and desires gave him the go ahead to take control again, as he'd tried to relinquish to me up until now. I was giving it back to him, and he took it willingly. Without a second's hesitation I felt his lips to my shoulder and the slight sting as he complied. His hands gripped my hips and lifted me suddenly up and back down onto him, making me gasp aloud at the intensity of the sensations I was feeling. Just as quickly as he'd came down to my shoulder to taste me, he was licking the wound and focusing his attentions on me. He moaned into my chest, putting his face between my breasts and wrapping his arms around me. I moved with him, forward and backwards, pulling him up with me and sinking down against him again. Our pace was slow for a short time, but soon changed as the need grew more urgent. His big strong hands again gripped my hips and he instructed me it was my turn to be pleased.

"Let me" he said, his voice strong but quiet. I relaxed myself and let him take control. He moved me up and down slightly faster than before, but with restraint. I reached my hands to my breasts and grasped them for him. Seeing me running my hands over my soft skin, and my body responding with goosebumps flipped a switch, and I felt him moving faster inside me instantly, with more intensity. I suddenly found I wanted to feel his lips on mine while he was working my insides over. I could feel myself getting dangerously close, steadily approaching the point of no going back, but couldn't find myself asking him to slow or stop. It felt so unspeakably good, there was no stopping. He must have felt the changes in the intensity of my pleasure, because he confirmed what I already knew.

"You are close, I can feel it." I looked down at him and nodded, unable to speak. My lips met his, and asked for something for myself. He looked at me and nodded, himself unable to speak at the unexpected request. I put my lips to his shoulder and bit down, taking his sweet gift quickly as my body suddenly started its explosions. He thrusted faster and harder once he felt my imminent release, allowing his own release to come. As my insides pulsed and throbbed with waves of ecstasy, I let myself be carried away with pleasure in the moment. As he slammed deeper into me the last few thrusts, I felt him pulse and give inside me. Our blood exchange had increased the intensity of our pleasure exponentially, and we were unable to speak as our bodies rode out the waves together. As my labored breathing started slowing to normal, I lowered myself forward onto his stomach and rested my head on his chest. His arms encircled me to him, coupling my pleasure at him still inside of me with the affectionate and comforting embrace. As I lay there just breathing and feeling the pleasure finally beginning to subside, I wrapped my arms tighter behind him and verbalized the only thing that was crossing my mind.

"Mine" I sighed, closing my eyes. I felt him hum something in agreement as he rubbed my arms. I felt him softening some inside of me, so I decided to move and get more comfortable. I pulled myself higher up so that I could rest my head on his shoulders and got comfortable again. His arms went back around me, holding me tightly to him. We were both feeling satisfied and very happy, but I could feel something on his end that wasn't warm and fuzzy.

"What are you thinking? It feels like something's wrong." He squeezed me tight to him for a moment as he shared what was bothering him.

"I must sleep now. I want to stay right here underneath you and listen to your heart beating for a while longer. I already miss you and I haven't even moved yet." I sat up and looked down to see him looking at me wistfully.

"I'll be sleeping too, right beside you here" I assured him. He looked deep in thought, his brow furrowed some. We kissed our goodnight kiss for the day, and he reluctantly climbed out from underneath me. I stretched out into the chaise style chair, and felt air whoosh above me as Eric laid a warm blanket over me. He quietly pulled the shades down on all the windows to block the impending daylight so I could sleep. I forced my eyes to stay open a bit longer, as sleep now seemed unavoidable.

"And I will be right here beside you. If there are any problems, let me know. I will be awake before we land. The windows are light-tight, also, so as I said, if you need me I am here." I couldn't resist.

"You mean, if the plane starts to crash, wake you up so you can rescue me?" I smiled a sleepy smile at him.

"That's exactly what I mean, lover. Sleep well." He kissed my head and ran his fingers under my chin, looking at me intently. "You are loved, you know." He smiled and lifted the lid to his coffin, pausing before settling in for the day.

"I love you too" I mumbled sleepily, smiling but not being able to keep my eyes open. I heard him laugh softly, and then I was dead to the world.

Disclaimer: This is the sequel to another story of mine, "It's About Time". Neither that story nor this one are written by Charlaine Harris. I have borrowed her characters and made my own story with them. Not that it's not immediately apparent and obvious that I'm not her. She has mad skills, and we all can't wait to see what the next book will bring!