One Big Bite

Part 6/?

Bob leaned down to catch my lips with his. I gasped as he caught my lower lip with his and nipped it sharply. Taking advantage of my parted lips, he dipped his tongue in, and i made him gasp in turn when I bit it gently.

I paused while kissing him, smelling something unpleasant. Smelled like burnt barbecue. "Is something burning?" I asked, against his lips, thinking maybe it was one of the cleverly contrived lights.

He laughed softly, and pulled away from me. "I'd completely forgotten. Barely noticed it, actually."

"Forgotten what?"

He sat up to show me his arm and chest – even holding up the hand that had been cupping the side of my head as he kissed me. Marking his palm was an odd shape that looked like it had been recently burned into him. The shape looked familiar somehow – then it hit me. It was the exact shape of the earrings I was wearing.

"Oh my god, did I do that?" I exclaimed, appalled that I'd somehow hurt him.

"No, honey… silver just doesn't agree with vampires. You could say we're all allergic to it."

"I didn't know."

"Of course you didn't… how could you?"

I ripped the bracelet off my arm, dropping it to the floor. He stopped me before I could do the same with the necklace and earrings.

"Don't." I protested, as I realized he wanted to do it for me.

"It's quite alright, Mamie. I heal fast, and these look like heirlooms. Silver or not, they must be important to you." He said calmly, as he quickly removed the jewelry, collected the bracelet on the floor and laid them neatly on the bedside table.

Even as I watched, the burns healed then disappeared. I ran a hand over his chest where the necklace had burned him. "You know you're amazing, right?"

"You're beautiful." He said.

"Thanks but I think you're beautiful."

He laughed delightedly.

"Most women don't call men beautiful, Mamie… we're ruggedly handsome or something like that."

"They probably never met you is all." I said, looking up into his face as I caressed it gently. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

I never knew vampires could blush, but Bob sure did.

Faster than I could blink, he began kissing me deeply, his tongue dueling hotly with mine. His stretched out on me, our bodies melding perfectly. Our clothes were irritating me however, so I pushed him partly off me, until he was kneeling up on the bed, one leg on either side of me.

I started by unbuckling his belt and undoing the waist of his pants, then I started pulling his shirt out of the waistband of his pants, and began unbuttoning his shirt. Realizing what I wanted, he helped me, his fingers moving much faster than mine.

As soon as I could see the skin of his chest, I forgot about the shirt and my hands were drawn to him. I was having a difficult time breathing; my hands moving of their own accord, and my eyes drinking in every inch of what I was exploring.

Moving delicately up his ribcage, I ran my hands over his hard chest, relishing the feel of his muscles moving as he finished unbuttoning his shirt and stripped it off. He leaned back down to kiss me and my hands now flowed over his shoulders and back.

The skirt of my dress was bunched up to my hips when he settled his lower body between my legs. He pushed against me, making me ache to my core, and I pulled him closer to me, my legs coming up to lock around his waist.

"Mamie, I need you." He groaned against my lips.

"Yes." Was all I could think to say.

He reared back to kneel between my legs, and ran his hands along the outside of my thighs, moving up my hips, pushing my dress with them. I helped him by lifting my hips so it could slide off easier, and then he and I got it over my head and off.

I had a brief pang of fear when he paused to look at me in my lacy undergarments, but the hungry look in his eyes just intensified.

He seemed to want to take his time now as he ran his hands up the sides of my aching breasts. He dipped his hands between them, running the palm of his hand down to the line of my panties.

"Breathe, Mamie." He said to me.

I gasped in air I hadn't realized I needed.

He looks smug as he smiled, his fingers dipping under the band of my panties, and skimming along it. Then he started sliding it off me, and once again I held my breath.

Before I knew it, he had them off and was just drinking me in with his eyes as he ran his hands up my legs. He laid between them, his face just above my crotch. He blew gently over the neatly trimmed curls, and my toes curled as an almost convulsive shiver ran up my body.

"Oh shit… you're killing me." I gasped out, breathing heavily.

He chuckled as he reached up to undo the front clasp of my bra. I felt his growl through lower abdomen as he gazed at me, his eyes fixed on the achingly hard nipples. He then slid up my body to catch one coral nipple in his eager mouth and I cried out with sheer pleasure.

He cupped that breast firmly, massaging it as his mouth moved over to the other. My hands tangled in his hair as I held his head to my breasts, but soon that wasn't enough. I ran my hands up and down his arms, and then to his back, working my way down to his deliciously firm ass.

I shoved my hands under the loose waist of his pants, until I could grab one hard cheek. I squeezed it urgently as my hips bucked up into him. Cocking my legs, I hooked his pants with my toes and pushed it down to his ankles with one strong push.

He gasped lightly, and pulled back to grin at me. "Damn."

I laughed up at him, and then pulled him down to me. He met my kiss with an equal ferocity. I could feel his hard length rubbing against me, and I could also feel how wet and ready I was for him.

"Take me, honey." He whispered heavily into my ear. "Make me yours."

Kissing the side of his neck, I ran one hand down his body to take him into my hand. I explored him with my fingers, marveling at the velvet strength so evident in his arousal. He bucked into my hand, and to assuage his eagerness, I massaged the length of him before guiding him into me. I gasped at the delicious feeling as he stretched me. He was larger than any I've had before, but it still felt so right.

I could see the strain on his face, and the muscles in his neck and shoulders stood out starkly. I gripped his hips, guiding him slowly into me, until he was fully sheathed deep inside me.

"Oh god." He gritted through his teeth, I noticed his fangs were out, but instead of scaring me, it made me hotter knowing I was affecting him so much.

"Bob, let go." I whispered to him.

"I can't."

"Let go… make love to me."

"I might hurt you."

"You won't." using my legs I pushed up into him, my inner muscles stroking him.

Groaning in surrender, he swooped down and caught me in another searing kiss even as he began this wickedly good thrusting that had me gasping and moaning in seconds.

I found his rhythm right away, and we were soon moving in unison, our cries of ecstasy mingling; getting louder with every thrust.

As our bodies moved in the age-old dance, I felt euphoric almost. All I could describe it as, would be feeling like someone was filling me with warm pure gold.

Suddenly, I wanted more. Some part of me was surprised when I was able to push him off to my side, rolling with him until I was straddling him. I moved strongly, confidently on him as if I'd done this all my life. Which, of course I hadn't.

Caressing his chest and stomach, I moved my hips to a new rhythm, a faster one that had him gasping and groaning loudly.

I rode him with abandon, my hands involuntarily going where it would. Caressing him, caressing myself… his burning gaze followed my movements like a hunter on the prowl, even as he pushed up into me.

He bared his fangs as I caressed my breasts, cradling them, as if I were offering them to him. Faster than I could see, he was on them.

Momentary pain, then an explosion of light and immense pleasure hit all of my senses at once.

I fell back onto the bed, and he followed. Refusing to let go of me, he rolled atop me, his mouth suckling furiously at my left breast.

I watched him as I ran one hand through his hair - my moans and cries coming unbidden as he ran one hand down to my wet and quivering snatch. My eyes widened when I saw the trickle of blood run down the side of my breast. I found it exciting and scary at the same time.

Without warning, Bob stiffened and pulled away from me so violently that he fell of the side of the bed, and crashed to the floor.

"Bob!" I cried out, scrambling to the edge of the bed to see if he was okay.

I screamed in horror the moment I saw him.

His skin was turning differing shades of black and purple. His eyes were a bright shining white, no pupils showing, blood tears welling and running from them. He was writhing and screaming soundlessly as his body contorted in and out of a fetal position.

I ran to his side, grabbing his wrists. "Bob! What's wrong? What do I do?" I shouted, frantically.

The shack door suddenly exploded inward, and something smashed me across the room and into the wall. It happened so fast I didn't even feel the pain at first. I lay at the base of the wall gasping heavily as I stared up at Tom Savage, his face contorted in rage.

"What did you do to him?!" he roared at me.

I tried to explain that I didn't know what was wrong, but I was having trouble breathing properly. Then the piercing pain in my side hit me, and I gasped as the intense pain began taking my vision - the edges blacking out, and closing in.

Why did Tom think I did something to Bob? He's a damn vampire… what the hell could I do to him?!

And then all was black, and blissfully pain-free.