...Elena wouldn’t allow herself to come too quickly. She’d been working on control since her transformation and she could hold out, even with Lucas’s massive cock inside her, for a good ten minutes.
She bit her lip for concentration and focused on her movements. Each time she squeezed her legs tight around his waist, each time she pushed herself down hard on his erection, she climbed a little higher.
He latched his hands around her ass and hiked her up once, high. She came down on him with a startled gasp. How many times had she taken him? She couldn’t even remember anymore, but each time she felt like an untried virgin. That first thrust always gave her a jolt deep in her core.
He teased her with it, held her tight for a moment too long just to remind her he had all the power.
She loved it. She loved him…a little too much and she needed to get over it. He was her savior, the closest thing to a best friend a vampire could have, and if she really fell for him, he’d only leave her high and dry.
She was too brittle inside to handle that.
“Ah, Lord, Kyra…fuck me good. Damn.”
She laughed at him, at the sight they must have made. Her naked body wrapped around his clothed one, back against a concrete wall while he pounded into her. A few small crumbs of plaster fell, dislodged by the impact of her ass hitting the wall.
“Hold on tight.” He panted in her ear. “Are you ready to come?”
“No…I want more.” She shimmied on him, delighting in the feel of him, so long and iron hard. He curved to the left a bit, so the head of his cock hit a spot inside her that drove her mad. She adjusted so she could enjoy the sensation of him almost sliding out and gliding back in. God yes! She needed this. She needed to feel like a human for as long as possible.
“Come on,” she prompted. “You’re there, aren’t you?”
He balanced her against the wall and drew one hand up to squeeze a nipple. The sensation rocked her and her clit pulsed hard. A little longer, she wanted him in her just a little longer.
“Almost. That’s it, go higher, baby. Fuck me hard.”
She pressed her breast into his palm, eager for him to play with her. He latched his lips onto her collarbone and suckled, nipping with his front teeth rather than his fangs. She loved that.
She’d love it more if he came in her. Vampires had no semen. Sure there was some lube, everything got hot and wet, but there was no ejaculation. If she wanted cum, she’d have to find a human and, right now, she just couldn’t do that.
She tried to imagine it. What would it feel like to have him spurting inside her, the liquid rush of his orgasm leaving her warm and sticky, running down her legs and traveling up into her womb at the same time. She increased her rhythm, oddly enough spurred by the illicit thought of contraception. How hot would it be to roll a condom on him? To suck him off and drink him up or, good Lord, to worry about getting pregnant?
She laughed suddenly at the absurdity of her thoughts. Here she was enjoying perfect sex with no care about disease or pregnancy, no wet spot and a man who would never get tired of doing it, and it was the thought of getting knocked up that excited her to orgasm...