Nectar (Nectar 1)

“What the?” he asked and then without finishing his question his head lowered and his fingers dug into her hips almost painfully and then he started to do things with his tongue that she couldn’t have even fathomed in her bluest fantasies. He moaned as he devoured her with his mouth, sucking, twirling his tongue, inserting it, and then pushing hard, lapping up to her clit, slowly, then picking up tempo, then slowly again. A finger pushed inside of her and twirled around a spot inside with a zillion nerve endings that she’d never even known she had.

“Ah!” she could feel what might be the mother of all orgasms quickly building deep inside her. It was like nothing she had ever felt. Ever. She regained arm control but instead of pushing him off, she found herself gripping the iron scrolls on the headboard above her. She held on tight, wondering if she was about to die as sensation revved up and came barreling out like a freight train.

What a way to go!Kyla was sure she was spinning up and out of control and she didn’t know where she would go and how she’d ever get back on solid ground. She was rising higher and higher as he consumed her. His tongue swirled and penetrated. Inside of her was a quickening and then her body’s reactions were completely out of her control. He began kneading her bottom, pulling her into his face, she didn’t know where her nerve endings started and ended --- she was just sensation all over. Her legs trembled, hard; she arched her back higher and as she hit the peak of the climax, she let out a squeal so loud it pierced her ears.

As she did she caught sight of his face, she saw his fangs shoot out and he sank his teeth into her inner thigh and started to gulp. She let out a shrill scream. That piercing sensation throttled her, sending her hurtling a thousand feet in her mind. After the jolting pain something warm, she didn’t know what, felt like it surged through her veins, all of her veins. Her eyes were wide, her mouth agape, and every nerve ending in her body seemed like it was participating. She gripped the scrolled headboard so fiercely her hands hurt as ripples of sensation ran through her. It was like one orgasm rolled into another and then another. His eyes widened and then his gaze met hers while he continued to drink. The expression on his face, she couldn’t decipher it, but it scared the shit out of her, touched something else inside that she didn’t know she had, that she couldn’t name.

It didn’t feel like he was taking blood from her body, it was as if something hot was entering her veins instead. It was hot and electric, and something else, but what? She didn’t know. It was such a strange and foreign sensation flooding through every single fucking inch of her body. Like music in her veins.

Free falling she closed her eyes to try to stop the world from spinning but could see stars and a kaleidoscope of pink, purple, and orange patterns. It was like all she was… was a bundle of powerful nerves and then shudders were being repeatedly wrung out of her as the earth got closer and closer to her. Something warm and sweet was blooming bigger and bigger inside her and then she felt the sensations in her body begin to ebb.

Then he trailed his fingertips gently up her stomach to her breasts and he brushed the tips with his fingers, pulling another shudder out of her, and then released his mouth from her and climbed up and flipped her over so that she was on top of him again. He held her up at arm’s length by the shoulders for a second and stared deep into her eyes. She was like a ragdoll, limp in his grasp, looking wide-eyed at his fangs, red with her blood and then the fangs disappeared.

His tongue swept across his top lip and then his bottom lip and he let out a shudder, his bright blue eyes filled with a look of stupefied amazement as he chewed his lower lip and shook his head slowly, as if in disbelief.

She was out of breath, hyperventilating, tingling all over. Her body was rapidly starting to cool down after all that heat, all that fire. He pulled her to his chest, pulled the elastic band out of her hair, and ran his fingers through it, untangling her long, dark loose curls and fanning them across his naked chest. She heard a noise come out of her mouth that sounded almost like a purr.

What the heck?

“Wow,” he whispered huskily into her ear, the sound vibrating through her whole body, and then he tilted her chin up so that their eyes met, “That was fucking ambrosia. Never tasted anything like that. Who are you?”