another's breath each time their tongues touched. Baker's lips, as always, were cold and dry. Shana's as always plump and warm. Time slipped away from them during conversation, but absolutely evaporated during kissing. Shana began rubbing that long-dead skin that was stretched taught over the vampire's subtly chiseled torso. She loved to traced the parabola in his ribcage, to draw a grid with her finger on his abs. He whispered some forgotten language into her ear while blowing cold wind through her hair. And before she knew it, Baker had disrobed her and they were laying on their sides. He massaged her back and shoulders, kissing her cheek from behind and rubbing the top part of his thigh against her vagina. She loved to be embraced from the back, with the spring's raw evening air tingling her front. She guided Baker's hand to her breast, and when he clawed at his, she growled like an animal deep in heat. She reached for his cold cock and found nothing. “You don't need that anymore.” “But,” she gasped and paused, reveling in the vampires touch, his tactile tour of every skin inch, “but I love it.” He simply breathed behind her ear then slid down her back, kissing the contour of her spine all the way down. He nibbled on the flesh of her butt, then spread the cheeks to tease the hole with the tip of his tongue. No one had ever done that to her before, and she never imagined that it could be such a quiet, profound sensation. As he continued, he played with her labia, rubbing and plying clumps of pubic hair. She chuckled in between gasps and moans. Soon his thumb found its way inside of her and the top of his paw to her clit as he continued to lick her from behind. It was exquisite. When she closed her eyes, new colors burst against the silver screen of her eyelids, and when she opened them, the leaves on the trees swirled and shimmered in a psychedelic projection of her ecstasy. The vampire crawled back up until his head touched hers and she turned her face to kiss him. He continued to touch her as they made out for minutes and then she turned her head away from him to expose her neck, grinning a possessed grin. He opened his mouth and positioned his teeth above her jugular.
The End
About the author:
Piquette Fontaine presently resides in Western Canada with her husband and one year old son. She is a French teacher by trade, but her passion is to spend endless hours writing about the paranormal and erotica. She relishes in sharing her sexy, thrilling stories with adult readers. She also loves to travel the world, and has visited so many wonderful cultures.