Dante turned her around gently and ran his thumb across the top of her cheek. “Alexandra…”
“Wait,” Alex started, “before you say anything, I just have to get this out. You know I’m not Melina right?”
Dante looked confused. “I don’t understand. Of course I know that.”
“And you know…I’m not Michelle either.” Well, there it is. I said it. “I can’t be who she was. You guys had something amazing, and I don’t know if I’ll ever get to that stage with you. I’m…scared.”
“Michelle will find her happiness,” he said, holding her a little tighter and brushing her hair with the tips of the fingers he used to touch her face. “I can wish things were different, but they are as they are. You do not have to be her.”
Alex could feel the tightness of her joints easing with every word he spoke. It may be the tea, but Alex could hear the truth in his voice mixed with the desire she saw in his eyes. Desire for her body or blood she wasn’t sure. But she trusted it. And dammit, she wanted it.
“I don’t want to disappoint you.”
Dante leaned in and gently brushed her lips with his own. The slight contact sent a tingle over her mouth. And she found her fingers scraping his obliques as she reached for another kiss, this time deeper.
Dante curled his fingers under her thin jumper and pulled it over her head. Her cotton t-shirt was discarded just as easily. Alex bit her bottom lip as Dante ran the palms of his hands along her shoulders, pressing himself closer to her, and she shivered as his icy mouth pressed against the skin at the nape of her neck.
“If it’s too much…stop me,” Dante murmured, kissing her as he spoke, snapping the clip of her bra with a casual click of his fingers. Topless, that’s it. He can still feed without me being mortified.
Alex reached to touch him, the cold, hard muscle of his chest as his mouth returned to hers. Alex couldn’t help but sneak a peek at what Dante was sporting between his legs. She wasn’t surprised at it being uncircumcised, but she was surprised that it looked…normal. A tidy tuft of dark hair above a penis that hung a good inch lower than his smooth testicles. Alex realised that he may be a vampire, but standing there in front of her was a man, first and foremost. Naked and trusting of her to accept him for what he was. All of him. Nothing more, nothing less. With that in mind, Alex felt she could give him the same trust. She didn’t care anymore what he thought of her body. Because she knew he didn’t care what she thought of his. They were being themselves.
Alex reached lower, taking him into her hand.
Dante flicked the cup of her bra up from underneath, tossing it aside as he kneaded her breasts to the same rhythm she continued to touch him. She caressed the thickness and length of him, gently squeezing the soft skin. She wanted to feel it hard and strong. To know what it felt like being eased into her while looking into his eyes, but there was only one way to find out.
Alex leant her head back and turned her face.
“Do it…” she breathed.
Dante moved her hand gently away from his groin, and placed it where her jeans buttoned. He wanted them off. Alex nervously clasped the button, her sweaty hands making heavy work of a simple movement.
She finally released the zipper and Dante stopped her hands from moving any further. Instead, he turned her around and slid his fingers and palms down her waist and slipped them under her panties. He lowered himself into a crouch and took everything with him as he went.
Alex stepped out of her jeans and Dante pushed her forward, so that her hands rested on the edge of the pool, her rear in full view in front of his face. And those lips—which he proceeded to use on her once again. First the backs of her knees, then her thighs, to her cheeks and finally a flick of his tongue brought a shocked gasp. Then another. Dante was not licking in the usual place. That tongue was going everywhere. He sucked gently on her clit, before slowly swirling his tongue along her entrance, all the way up to her back passage. She tried to ask what he was doing but the words wouldn’t come.
Without thinking, she began moving her hips up and down as he continued to dart and lap at her without any pause. With every movement, pressing deeper inside with his strong tongue, he sent bursts of pleasure through her, each one seeming to hit a little deeper.
Alex let out a moan as Dante pressed his fore, middle and ring fingers together and casually ran them over the length of her clit, smothering them all in her juices. He dipped the first two in, just the tips as he curled them into her. His knuckles pressed against her as his fingertips continued to work their magic. Alex pinched her nipples with the hand she didn’t rest on the edge of the pool as Dante finally moved all three soaking fingers into her.
Alex felt what must’ve been a deliberate and consistent tremble in Dante’s arm, causing his fingers to quake like a vibrator, the skin cooling her flaming insides. His tongue resumed its assault on her already tingly arse as she felt his chin and cheeks become slippery with her overwhelming appreciation.
With a final kiss and nibble on her cheek, Dante lifted her into his arms, walking with her into the shallow pool. As his feet dipped, a stream of what looked like rain cascaded down from the ceiling showerhead. Silent
