Wednesday, December 28, 2016

(74) Trevor Wallace – Dhampir


Trev had been back from Chicago for a week and things were back to normal. Well normal for us. Until tonight.


“Del we don’t have to if you’re not ready.”

Trev tipped my chin up, his face showing both desire and understanding.

“I don’t want you to be disappointed in me,” I whispered.

“That could never happen.” He kissed me very gently, as if wanting to show me he was willing to take whatever answer I gave him and accept it.

In return I wrapped my arms around his neck, brushing my own kiss across his lips. He smiled—I could feel it—and then deepened the kiss slowly, the tip of his tongue tracing the curve of my mouth seeking entrance. I opened slowly to him. He pressed the advantage, dancing his tongue over mine, causing shivers that seemed to slide down from there straight to my heart. I felt it begin to beat harder and answered his tongue’s dance with my own, rediscovering the taste that was uniquely his. When I moaned softly it was matched by one of his own.

With one swift movement, not allowing our mouths to separate, he lifted me into his arms, carrying me to the bedroom. Gently he lowered me until I was again standing in front of him. With a sigh I broke the kiss. He allowed that, instead roaming his lips over my face as if using them to learn each and every contour.

He stepped back then, gazing at me. I felt myself blush and he chuckled softly. “You are so handsome,” he said and the heat spread down from my face.

With a tenderness that I think perhaps only I have ever seen in him, he ran his fingers up my arms to my shoulders. Then with infinite slowness he undid the buttons on my shirt, his eyes following the movements of his hands. His tongue flicked over his lips as if they were suddenly dry when he reached the last button. He slid the shirt off my shoulders and I let it drop to the floor.

“So wonderful,” he said as he looked at me. “So perfect.” He raised his eyes to my face, smiling as he bent to kiss me again. When he’d taken my mouth fully, hungrily, he lifted me on to the bed, laying my down before straddling me, his hands caressing my shoulders. Then he bent, his tongue brushing my nipples. I moaned and he chuckled low, teasing the tips of his fingers over each nipple then. I felt a shot of pleasure that went straight to my groin.

“I think you like that,” he murmured before taking one in his mouth, suckling it. Never had a man taken the time to do this to me. It was an amazing sensation that had me gasping with need for more. He obliged, teasing, tasting each nipple, biting gently without hurting me, only increasing the pleasure and my desire for more of him.

I pressed my hands against his chest, urging him away enough so that I could reach the hem of his shirt and pull it up. He smiled, helping me strip it off of him. His chest was well defined with just the lightest dusting of hair. Running my hands over it I traced the lines of muscle, circling a finger tip around his nipples then teasing them until they were taut nubs. He gasped and bit his lip and I grinned. “Turn about is fair play, baby,”

Sitting back on his heels he grinned back. “Indeed?” He teased my nipples again until I was writhing beneath his hands. It felt so good, but…Then he slid them down to the waist band of my jeans, undoing the button and sliding the zipper down. I lifted my hips so he could pull them down. He tugged down my briefs, his eyes now on mine as he stroked his fingers over my flaccid cock.

I know I frowned because he ceased his hand's movement, concern written on his face. “Do you want me to stop?” I shook my head slightly, afraid to tell him. He cupped my face in his hands. “What is it Del?”

“I…” I sighed. “That felt so good, but…but it won’t do anything.” I touched his lips before he could say anything. “I’ve never…I can’t…”


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