A Girl's Guide to Vampires

'Joy, use these. Your condom will break if we try to use it.'

'Huh?' I read the box that was shoved under my nose. 'L'homme Grande: for the gentleman who requires extra personal space.' I looked back at his penis, trying to measure it with my eyes. 'You know, I think maybe we need to talk about this a bit. You seem to be bigger than any other guys I've been with. A lot bigger. I know I said bigger is better, but there is a limit to everything. You don't happen to have a ruler handy, do you?'

Raphael groaned and swore, his eyes tightly shut. 'Joy, please, just put the condom on, or let me do it. I honestly don't think I can take much more of this.'

I pulled one of his condoms out and tore open the package, then started to unroll it on him. It unrolled and unrolled and unrolled. With each roll of the condom I got more and more worried. Raphael twitched and groaned and muttered prayers to please allow him to survive the experience.

'There, it's on,' I said finally. Raphael took a deep breath, then with one smooth move, flipped me over and settled between my legs, propping himself up on his elbows long enough to kiss my wits away.

'Wait a minute!' I yelled as I felt the tip of him start to push into me.

'Now? You want me to wait now?' he asked, a touch desperately, I thought.

'Yes, now. There's something I want to say.'

'It couldn't wait?' He nudged a bit more into me. 'Can't you save it for later? I'd be happy to hear you then. You can tell me anything you want then.'

'No! Now!' I squirmed slightly. 'You're too big! I'm sorry, Raphael, I hate to do this to you since you're all dressed up and everything, but you're just too big. You have to trust me on this, I know my body, and it's not going to be able to—'

With a groan that sounded like it came straight from his soul, he slid into me.

'Holy Mary and all the saints,' I squeaked as he withdrew slightly, then surged forward.

'Ah, baby, you're so tight. So hot and tight.'

'Aaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeee!' I sang as he sank in even more. His lips teased mine until I Jet him into my mouth, my hips thrusting up to meet his as he pushed in deeper. 'Dear God, is that all of you?'

'Just a little more,' he groaned, his breath hot and ragged on my lips as he nipped and teased; then he grabbed both my hips, his tongue sweeping into my mouth as he rammed forward, filling me, completing me, merging our bodies together until we were one entity.

'Baby, I can't last much longer,' Raphael moaned into my mouth. 'Tell me you're with me. Tell me you're almost there. Ah, Christ, you're so damned tight!'

'Now, love, now.' I bit his shoulder and rocked my hips forward and he slammed into me, groaning with each forward thrust. I wrapped my legs around his hips and dragged my fingernails down his back, nipping his neck where his pulse pounded madly. 'Come with me now, my love.'

He arched back, his fingers digging into my hips as he pulled me upward, slamming into me again and again until I was sure I was going to black out with the wonder of our joined bodies. His head snapped back as he throbbed and pulsated his heat deep into me, his cry of conquest roared to the heavens where it mingled with my sobs of pleasure.

He collapsed onto me, both of us covered in sweat, gasping for air, our hearts beating wildly. This was the man I'd been waiting for, I thought as I pressed gentle kisses into his dark curls. I was made for him as surely as he was made for me. There could be no doubt about that. I stroked his damp back, savoring the feel of my body cushioning his. We fit together so perfectly, it was as if we were two halves of a whole.

'Am I crushing you?' he asked after a little bit, his voice muffled since he spoke into my shoulder.

'Yes,' I said, stroking the wonderful curves of his behind. 'But it's a good kind of crushing. I like it. I like our bodies squished together like this. It's a good thing I'm so big, though. I think you'd flatten someone tiny like Roxy.'

'Let me know when I become too heavy for you,' he said indistinctly. 'I don't think I have the strength to move, although I do have one question.'

'Mmm?' I asked, kissing his salty shoulder.

He propped himself up on one elbow and grinned a slow, lazy grin. 'What was it you wanted to say about me being too big?'

'You big oaf,' I said in mock anger, and pushed him backward. He moaned as he slid out of me, rolling onto his back, pulling me along with him until I was nestled up against his side. I tickled his belly tattoo, giggling when I made him growl at my touch. He kissed me back into submission, leaving me momentarily while he sat up to peel the condom off.

'Damn,' he said, the word enough to make me stop rubbing my legs against his.

'What's wrong?' I sat up to look. He turned to me with a face full of consternation, embarrassment, and just a tinge of 'what now?'

'I blew out the end of the condom.'

I blinked. 'I guess this'll teach me to be careful what I wish for.'

Chapter Twelve

Even quiescent, Raphael's dangly parts were an impressive sight. I was amazed anew that he fit into me, but since he had, and we had both enjoyed the fitting process, I wasn't going to complain. I glanced up to see if my moving down on the bed had disturbed him, but he remained on his back, sprawled across the bed, one arm crooked over his head, the other outstretched toward the wall. His chest rose and fell regularly, the belly tattoo reminding me that there were hidden depths to the man who had captured my heart.

'Your owner doesn't snore, but he is most definitely a bed hog,' I told his penis, stroking down the soft, velvety length of it with my fingertip. I didn't often spend the night with a man, but the few times I had, I did not find myself sleeping more or less tucked under my bed partner, his arm and a leg pinning me down and keeping me cocooned in his warmth. 'It's not a bad way to sleep, mind you,' I added, determined to be fair. 'I certainly felt safe, protected from marauders or wolves or whatever. Still, there's no denying he's a bed hog. But then, there's so much of him, I suppose it's no surprise.'

I patted Mr. Happy and pushed him a bit to the side so I could admire the long line of Raphael's legs, stroking the heavy thigh muscle. His skin felt like the softest velvet covering steel. I leaned forward to taste, placing a line of chaste kisses along his inner thigh, pausing when he muttered in his sleep and shifted his leg.

'Oh no you don't,' I whispered as he narrowed my working space. I gently eased his leg back to where I wanted it, climbing over him until I was lying on my belly between his thighs, bobbing my feet over my behind as I contemplated the view. 'Thigh one, thigh two, or Big Jim and the twins? Ha! Sounds like some sort of X-rated version of Dr. Seuss.'

I decided that what worked for me would probably work for him as well, so I nuzzled my mouth against the velvet heat of his thighs, kissing and nibbling my way up his leg until I reached a dead end. Raphael said something unintelligible as he moved again in his sleep, but I kept his legs where I wanted them, smiling with wicked intent at the object facing me. I scooted up until I was sitting on my knees, one hand stroking a path up either leg as I leaned forward and gave him a little encouragement to wake up.

He did. All of him.

'Ah, baby, I thought I was dreaming,' he moaned, the muscles in his legs stiffening as I rasped my tongue on the sensitive underside of his no-longer-dangling bit. He lifted his head to watch me as I moved up and down on him, applying as much negative pressure as I thought he could stand. 'I am dreaming,' he croaked, his eyes rolling back in his head as his hips thrust upward at me.

'You're not the only one who's good at this,' I told him with no little amount of smugness in my voice.

'Nnnnnnnnnang!' he agreed, his body glistening with a light sheen of perspiration as I applied myself to making him lose control.

I pointed out later just how dedicated I was to seeing a job done right.

'Very dedicated,' he said from the floor of the hallway where he lay in a tangle of blankets, gasping great quantities of air.