"I didn't know when you were returning," she said. "But you're here now." She leaned up on her tiptoes to kiss him. What started as her gentle foray soon blazed into a searing kiss. He crushed her lips beneath his as their tongues twined again and again.
When they broke apart, both out of breath, she murmured, "Conrad, I need you to make love to me."
At her words, his shaft pulsed against her.
"I think I'll die if you don't."
Instead, he released her wrists and cupped her ass in his hands, lifting her. Before she could say a word, he'd turned his back to the water and raised her to his mouth as if she weighed no more than a doll. Cradling her with splayed fingers, he eased her back so she could lean her head against the tile. She buried her fingers in his thick hair as she held on to him.
Running his face against her thighs, he abraded her with the stubble on his lean cheeks, and she loved it. Everything felt magnified. Each drop of water that splashed her skin heightened her pleasure.
But would he enjoy taking her with his mouth? He'd never done this before, had never tasted a woman.
When his tongue first dipped to her flesh, he gave a harsh groan against her. Pressing his mouth to her core, he thrust his tongue inside her, licking her deeply, thoroughly.
"Yes!" With a cry, she jerked her legs, tightening them on his shoulders. But he held her fast.
"I'll never get enough of this," he grated, settling back in to suck and lick. As his fingers clutched her ass almost painfully, his strong tongue snaked over her throbbing clitoris again and again.
"There!" she cried, then moaned, "Conrad, right there."
Flicking... suckling... hard. When she came with a scream, undulating to his mouth, he set in with a frenzy. He never allowed her to take a breath before he was making her moan for another orgasm, forcing her body to strain for release once again.
Even more powerful than the first, this climax overwhelmed her. Her eyes flashed open in surprise as she melted against his greedy tongue, helplessly rubbing her flesh against it.
Once it was over at last, she had to push at his head, because he was still slowly laving her, lingering with low growls.
When he finally let her slide down his body, he held her steady. She felt how hard he was, yet he still made no move to take her. His expression was inscrutable, his shaft visibly pulsing with need.
"Don't you want to make love to me?" Naturally, she was all about living in the moment and was eager to fully experience this virile, compelling male.
But now there was something more.
She also wanted to join with him, because for the first time in her life she wanted to give herself to a man she... loved.
I'm in love with Conrad.
Though she'd never fully admitted it before now, her feelings weren't new. They'd been growing since the first night she'd seen him in all his wildness.
"Conrad, do you want to?"
He shook his head.
"Oh." Her face fell. "I see." Then she frowned. "No, I don't see."
"I fear hurting you," he said, his breaths still ragged from what they'd just done. The way she'd rocked to his mouth to give him more... He stifled a groan. "I felt how tight you are. I've thought about this all morning and do not see how I can spare you pain. I... can't give you pain."
She tilted her head at him. "You'd forgo your chance to be inside a woman because of consideration for me?"
He grated, "Of course."
Her lips parted, and she laid her palm against the side of his face. "You're such a surprise, vampire. Such a wonderful surprise." Her hand trailed down his body. "Honestly, I've never been with a man as big as you" - she cupped the underside of his shaft, making him buck to her hand - "in all respects. But if you make sure I'm prepared, everything will be fine."
He ground his teeth. I don't know how! He could do as he'd done last night, but would that be enough to prepare her? He'd barely fit his finger inside her, even when she was wet.
She must have sensed his thoughts, because she licked a drop of water from his chest and said, "If you take me to bed, I'll show you exactly what I need - "
Conrad had her swooped up in his arms before she'd finished the sentence. Not bothering to dry off, he traced to the bed and laid her in it, following her down. Water dripped along their sides.
Her lips curled. "I guess you like that idea, then?"
He nodded. If she could show him how to do this... God, to finally be inside her.
As he leaned over her on his knees, she lightly grasped his forefinger, using it to slowly stroke her sex, from the opening up to her clitoris and back. Once she guided it inside her, he began thrusting with it.
Soon she murmured, "J'ai besoin de deux." She needed two of his fingers inside her.
He swallowed, but began working another finger in. Her knees fell wide open, her wetness growing. "Perfect, Conrad." With both of her small hands, she pressed his palm firmly against her until his fingers were seated deep. Eyes heavy-lidded, she whispered, "Spread them inside me."
He did, shuddering with pleasure when her back arched.
"Now in and out... "
He thrust his spread fingers. "This way?"
"Ah, yes! More... "
He gave her more.
"Conrad, now."
"Are you ready?"
"I don't... care. I need... "
As much as he wanted to replace his fingers with his cock, he had to be sure. He caressed and delved inside her, until she grazed her teeth against his shoulder in frustration. "Are you still worried?" she asked, panting.
"I still do not see that we can... fit."