Sexting With A Vampire
Chapter 168

Nora

I'm not sure what I expected, but this wasn't it. Here I am, on my stomach and gripping the material. Blake is behind me, grabbing my sides to pull me closer to the edge. There are jittering nerves inside me but without the awkwardness. I'm attracted to Blake, and the mate-bond is zapping between us, but I've never been this intimate with him. I look over my shoulder, red hair partly in the way.

Blake is running his warm hands down my back with oil. A shuddery breath leaves my lips when he is between my thighs, applying pressure in all the right places.

I arch my back in response and experience goosebumps. When I believe things can't get more intense, Blake kneads my buttocks with one hand and strokes my clit with the other. I'm wet at his touch, holding my breath. My teeth sink into my lower lip, so I won't beg for s*x. This is all a teasing game, and Blake is good at it. He is worshipping me with his palms. "I like your dimples..." Blake is talking about the ones on my back, and he adds pressure to one, breathing a laugh when I shudder. I'm wet, and his fingers are in the wrong place. "Blake..." I breathe.

"Yes?"

"Please."

"Butt in the air, and lower your back."

I follow his order. Blake is gentle and helps me. His hands are on my sides, pulling me close. I expect his c**k, but it's his fingers that enter me. The anticipation grows.

I'm unsure what to expect. Here I am, down on all fours, my chest heaving as I bite down harder on my lip. I'm trying to be upright but cannot keep still as a finger works into me. Blake groans. "You're so wet, Nora..."

My cheeks burn. Blake is stroking me and groaning as if this is the first time he is erotically touching a woman. I doubt that, but I feel sexy listening to his voice.

Blake bends down to kiss my shoulder and nibble at my neck. I'm panting. I find it embarrassing and try to stifle it, but Blake adds another finger that I rev up again.

Suddenly, he smacks me hard on my a*s, and my eyes fly open.

"A*s in the air, breast on the mattress," he orders.

I align my legs and lift my a*s. My face is pressed against the bed, and I can feel Blake's gaze on my back. He is watching me while caressing my a*s, running the pad of his thumb down to my wetness until I want to scream at him to f**k me already. "You're so gorgeous..."

I feel him position himself against me, yet there is no pain. Not yet. He is still playing with my wetness, but then his fingers leave.

I wait for his d**k.

I'm dripping.

I swear I'm desperate.

But when it doesn't come, I groan. "Blake..."

Hearing his name makes him push into me so deeply that it's both sweet and painful. The rest of the world disappears. It's just him and me, and my eyes are shut tight.

Blake thrusts in and out, lazy movements that make me greedily push back into his hardness. He feels so good. I'm shivering in anticipation every time he drags in and out.

And while Blake is f*****g me from behind, his hands are kneading my, exploring my curves. He seems pleased by what he sees. He groans and calls me beautiful; when he says it, I believe it.

Soon I'm lost in the rhythm, and my muscles are humming in ecstasy and pure bliss. Blake is good. Very good.

When I glance over my shoulders, his eyes are open and glazed over with lust, his tongue gripped between his teeth. He is sexy and gives me a mouth-closed smile when he catches me looking. Beautiful man.

"You should turn over, Nora," Blake says. "I want to see you when you come on my d**k."

I shudder but don't reply. I've never felt beautiful or exotic, but I do now-in Blake's eyes. I roll my body, and he is between my legs, lowering himself.

God, it feels good feeling his weight. He is so much larger than me, but that somehow adds to the experience. I run my hands along his muscular arms and sit up, wrapping myself around him.

In the little times it takes to reposition, I'm already mourning the loss of his c**k, and moan when he sinks back in. Blake intensely watches my face as he slides deeper and deeper.

I find it strangely affectionate.

Blake is also such a pleasure to look at. I hold his gaze as he thrust into me, back into rhythm. My body responds instantly, and moans leave my lips when he picks up speed.

More sounds leave my lips, but I remind myself that this is my mate: I don't have to be self-conscious.

As soon as I think that, I lose control of myself, and the s*x becomes a million times better.

Deeper.

Hotter.

Faster.

Within a minute, Blake groans. "I'm going to come hard, Nora... But first... First I want you to come... On my d**k...”

My mate wanting me to come-that need in his voice sends me toppling over the edge in record's time. My legs clench around him, and I scream into his broad shoulder. I lift myself off the bed, meeting Blake, where he holds himself off to watch me. "Okay..." I breathe, covered in sweat. "That was... So good..."

Blake breathes a laugh with his face buried in my neck. He kisses me before he continues, and I hold onto him as he moves faster. He is going in and out hard.

It makes me tingle with pleasure. I already came, and I always get hypersensitive afterward. My eyes are about to roll into the back of my head when time Blake groans and says my name.

"Nora... Nora... Nora..."

I actually feel him come inside me. I've never felt that before, but I do at this moment. Blake is jerking, spasming as I feel his warmth inside as he pours into me.

It might be one of the most erotic moments of my life.

Blake groans. His muscles are tense, and I fall back against the mattress as he is panting. When he meets my eyes, there is a strained expression on his face. "F**k..."Blake swears. "Nora, that was..."

I tiredly smile up at him, high on the afterglow of s*x. "Amazing?"

He smiles back.

A little later, I'm pressed to his side. My head rests between his arm and chest, and my leg is draped over his large, muscular body. I'm busy stroking my hand over his abs. "Are you a cuddler, Nora?" Blake asks.

I snort. "What do you think?"

He shoots me a sidelong glance, smiling. "You're the only girl I've ever cuddled with and liked it."

I flash him a grin. "Well, I'm your mate, and I like cuddling, so..."

He snorts. "I don't mind cuddling. Not with you."

"Really?"

"Yes, I'm a lucky fairy demon just to be with you."