drug.” He turned his head to stare at me, then touched my nipple with his fingertip. “You’re bleeding again. Sorry. I don’t remember doing that.”
I leaned over to lick away the blood smeared along his hip. “I don’t remember you doing it. I was too crazed.” I sighed and laid my head on his chest. “Still feel, I don’t know, like I’ve got an itch inside me that can’t be soothed.”
“Not sure I like this Vampire Viagra.” Jerry ran his hand down my bare back. “Where’s the finesse, the foreplay?”
I grinned. “You been reading sex manuals, Jer?”
“Give over, Gloriana. I watch cable. I try to do what pleases a woman. Even a milkmaid liked a bit of sport before she’d lift her skirts in the hayloft.”
“I’m getting jealous.” I eased my knee over his rising erection. Again. So soon. And I felt that rising urge myself. Crazy. “You’ve always known how to please me.” I nudged him with my knee. “And when there’s time, your foreplay is—”
I squealed when he abruptly rolled me off of him, then grabbed me and carried me toward the bathroom.
“If we’re to have another go, then we’ll shower first.” He kicked open the bathroom door. “God help me, if the drug allows it, I’ll show you finesse that’ll have you screaming my name.”
“God, yes.” I landed on my feet and pulled him into the huge double shower. We discovered that the VV still rode us hard. Jerry took me standing against the tile wall, the soap giving us something new to play with and Jerry a chance to show that finesse he was so proud of. Scream his name? Oh, yeah.
I took him on the bench seat with the warm water pounding against the middle of my back. This time he shouted my name and almost knocked a hole in the tile wall when I used some of my own finesse. By the time we’d towel dried and collapsed back on the bed, dawn was near and we could hardly move.
“Guess that stuff’s not too bad as long as you don’t care about the niceties,” I said as Jerry gathered me into his arms.
“Niceties? You mean like making love instead of sex? Guess it would be okay for an occasional hookup.” Jerry yawned and watched for my reaction.
“Yeah, I’ll keep that in mind.” I laughed at his expression. “Okay, fine. I’ll admit I’d tear out the throat of any bimbo you hooked up with, so don’t go there.” I snuggled against his hard body, then trailed a fingertip down his stomach. “And don’t get me started on what I’d do to you.”
“I stand warned.” Jerry kissed the top of my hair, which I’d blown dry in his bathroom while he’d played with my breasts and kissed erotic paths all over my body, front to back, exclaiming over my various healing bruises and bites. I’d put off explanations of those he knew he hadn’t given me, and he’d let me.
“This VV is dangerous. Do it too often, and you’d never get any work done. I’ve been neglecting my business lately, and that’s got to stop.” I had trouble getting too worked up over it though. Eight orgasms—or was it ten?—will do that to you.
“Your business won’t matter if the Westwoods get their way. We need to talk about that, Gloriana.” Jerry propped himself on one elbow and stared down at me.
“I know. I’m taking this very seriously, Jerry. I am. But can we put this discussion off until we wake up in the evening? Right now I’m limp from being well served, and I don’t have it in me to get into this life-or-death stuff.” I smiled up at him and put my hand on his jaw, rough with the start of his daily beard.
“I won’t argue with you. But heed me, my girl. You’ll not keep things like this from me again. I am going to keep you safe. Sappy sentiment or not, I love you. I will kill the man or woman who hurts you. But I’d rather keep them from trying.”
“I know. I’ve always known it. I love you for it. Thank you, Jeremiah. Now lie back. The sun’s coming up, and I’m out.” I fell back, the darkness
I leaned over to lick away the blood smeared along his hip. “I don’t remember you doing it. I was too crazed.” I sighed and laid my head on his chest. “Still feel, I don’t know, like I’ve got an itch inside me that can’t be soothed.”
“Not sure I like this Vampire Viagra.” Jerry ran his hand down my bare back. “Where’s the finesse, the foreplay?”
I grinned. “You been reading sex manuals, Jer?”
“Give over, Gloriana. I watch cable. I try to do what pleases a woman. Even a milkmaid liked a bit of sport before she’d lift her skirts in the hayloft.”
“I’m getting jealous.” I eased my knee over his rising erection. Again. So soon. And I felt that rising urge myself. Crazy. “You’ve always known how to please me.” I nudged him with my knee. “And when there’s time, your foreplay is—”
I squealed when he abruptly rolled me off of him, then grabbed me and carried me toward the bathroom.
“If we’re to have another go, then we’ll shower first.” He kicked open the bathroom door. “God help me, if the drug allows it, I’ll show you finesse that’ll have you screaming my name.”
“God, yes.” I landed on my feet and pulled him into the huge double shower. We discovered that the VV still rode us hard. Jerry took me standing against the tile wall, the soap giving us something new to play with and Jerry a chance to show that finesse he was so proud of. Scream his name? Oh, yeah.
I took him on the bench seat with the warm water pounding against the middle of my back. This time he shouted my name and almost knocked a hole in the tile wall when I used some of my own finesse. By the time we’d towel dried and collapsed back on the bed, dawn was near and we could hardly move.
“Guess that stuff’s not too bad as long as you don’t care about the niceties,” I said as Jerry gathered me into his arms.
“Niceties? You mean like making love instead of sex? Guess it would be okay for an occasional hookup.” Jerry yawned and watched for my reaction.
“Yeah, I’ll keep that in mind.” I laughed at his expression. “Okay, fine. I’ll admit I’d tear out the throat of any bimbo you hooked up with, so don’t go there.” I snuggled against his hard body, then trailed a fingertip down his stomach. “And don’t get me started on what I’d do to you.”
“I stand warned.” Jerry kissed the top of my hair, which I’d blown dry in his bathroom while he’d played with my breasts and kissed erotic paths all over my body, front to back, exclaiming over my various healing bruises and bites. I’d put off explanations of those he knew he hadn’t given me, and he’d let me.
“This VV is dangerous. Do it too often, and you’d never get any work done. I’ve been neglecting my business lately, and that’s got to stop.” I had trouble getting too worked up over it though. Eight orgasms—or was it ten?—will do that to you.
“Your business won’t matter if the Westwoods get their way. We need to talk about that, Gloriana.” Jerry propped himself on one elbow and stared down at me.
“I know. I’m taking this very seriously, Jerry. I am. But can we put this discussion off until we wake up in the evening? Right now I’m limp from being well served, and I don’t have it in me to get into this life-or-death stuff.” I smiled up at him and put my hand on his jaw, rough with the start of his daily beard.
“I won’t argue with you. But heed me, my girl. You’ll not keep things like this from me again. I am going to keep you safe. Sappy sentiment or not, I love you. I will kill the man or woman who hurts you. But I’d rather keep them from trying.”
“I know. I’ve always known it. I love you for it. Thank you, Jeremiah. Now lie back. The sun’s coming up, and I’m out.” I fell back, the darkness
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