Amelia had waited a moment, letting her bra straps sit just shy of her shoulders, and waited for Jason to act. She was more or less granting him the right to expose her fully; and he did. Taking off her red lace bra slowly, exposing her breasts to the cool air, which made her nipples harden into tight pink nips. Her head tilted back slightly and a soft gasp escaped her lips as she felt him take her left breast into his mouth, flicking his tongue and then sucking sweetly, while his hand ran smoothly up and down her back. She brought her head down, only to see him pull away, just shy of her saying softly “Why is there a bluish aura about you Amelia?” Amelia replied in between pants. “Magic, I guess.”
Jason’s hand moved to her hair, stroking it back before tugging on it enough to get her head to tip, so he could change tactics and then move to her neck, kissing it softly, before finding himself back on her breast once more. He was not devouring it sinfully, but enjoying the subtle softness of her skin. There was an almost instant bond forming between them, as they were starting to discover each other’s ways. Amelia gazed down, then brought her right hand to his cheek, and stroked it with her thumb as he suckled upon her. Her lips just slightly parted, she released a cooing like sound, till he let go, and her breast bounced back.
“Amelia darling i want you to know something….I’m a virgin and i want you to be my first only and last..”
This was a surprise, and it even had Amelia blink. Not meaning to offend, but she would have thought a war veteran, and a man of his looks, would surely have had many women. Her response was heartfelt. “Then I will have to make this special.” Her voice husky as she spoke. Watching him remove his shirt, she trailed her finger down between his pecks, and then got a shock, when Jason decided to let his true colors be shown. Tying her to the couch, and heading to the kitchen. She could only wonder what this meant and raised a brow, before seeing him come back with an ice cube, which he teased her left nipple with. Amelia let out a small cry, before biting her bottom lip. It was clear he was going to play with her a while before consummating their relationship.
When Jason asked Amelia what her fantasy was, she said quite simply. “Having sex with a virgin.” You might wonder why that would be her fantasy, and it was because the men she had been with all weren’t. But enough about that, back to the action. The ice cold sensation as the ice cube melted upon her hot skin, caused her back to arch, since she was tied to the couch with her red lace bra. Her hands out of reach, she could not stop Jason from his sexual antics if she tried. The ice cube was frightfully cold, but the sheer pleasure outweighed the pain. With inexperienced hands, he tried to tease her to awaken her desires of want, and she chewed her lip as she watched him lick his fingers that were smeared with her sex.
Jason left her momentarily as he went to fetch something that was in a small box, tied with a red ribbon. Amelia could hardly imagine what it was, but due to being tied up she wouldn’t find out anytime soon. Jason returned to teasing Amelia, slowly removing her pants, and leaving them on the floor. The young witch was fully exposed, and writhed like a snake upon the couch, slowly gyrating as she watched him perform a private strip show for her.
Amelia gasped on seeing his slick and very erect member, as he turned to face her, before crawling on top of her and then holding still. His hands stroked through her hair, with the weight of his body pressing down on her, his head just meeting with the sweet folds of her pussy. Jason’s body was so hot against hers, the last of the ice cube melted away between them. Amelia then begged.
“Please…make love to me?’ Her voice strained, as the moment had come. She would get to see the look on his face, as he entered a woman for the first time.
Just as she had envisaged, the look on Jason’s face was one of absolute joy, as he plunged into her warmth, taking it slow and steady at first. Easing himself in till the hilt, all the while showering her with romantic sentiment, that she would return by her bodies movements rather than voicing them. The leather couch squealed beneath them as their skin moved up and down along the couch, with his thrusts, till he changed tack and wanted her to be on top. Untying her bonds, he freed her so she could be swung over and then placed on top of him, where he had a certain level of control.
“Ride me darling and show me what you’ve got Hun.”
Amelia let her natural instinct take control, raising her arms above her head and supported on the couch by her knees, she at first started a small bounce, that had her breasts jiggle lightly. Amelia licked her lips, feeling the sensation of his veined member rubbing deep inside her, to the point it was being teased, and spurring her to move faster. Jason tweaked her nipple, to keep up the teasing, and soon her hips were rolling hard as she ground her body into his. He would have his head pushed right up into her cervix. The slapping of skin intensified, as she started to ride him hard, and no doubt all bets were off, and he would finally succumb to gripping her hips and then pounding into her violently.
“No matter what our future brings…you are my shining light in a sea of darkness and I will love you until the ends of time.”
Shane stared back into Carmen’s eyes, his own reflecting the love they shared, and he could only smile at her. He wrapped his arms around her and drew her close, while they shared a simple moment of silence, where their mind link would allow them to see exactly what the other was thinking. Contentment. Regardless of what was happening out in the world, in this place and moment of time they had reached an inner peace, fought their demons and come out stronger than before. It would take a great deal…to tear them down.
Far on the city outskirts in an abandoned hotel that had partially fallen into the sea, the crew of David Razor were coming back from a successful hunt. The piercing lights of their motorcycles shone through the darkened forests that lined the dirt road to the long forgotten Hampton Hotel. What was once the playground of the rich and the scandalous, was now a haunted shell, that still had part of its grandeur intact, the other part had fallen into the sea. Superstition and old wives tales kept trespassers away, but this made it the perfect place to set up a lair for David and his crew. Whilst Matt and David both worked for the local law enforcement agency, their dark secret of their true un lives remained closely guarded.
Pulling into the large basement carpark, the bikes all turned off, and David was the first to sing out to his blood doll; Sarah, who should have been there, as she always returned to her Master David. The other three gang members each had their blood dolls with them, and were heading off inside to feed and celebrate another wild night on the town.
“SARAH! GET OUT HERE!” David roared, while Matt was the last one to come in, turning off his bike and removing his helmet. He was yet to get his own blood doll, but had fed during the night’s activities. He came up alongside David, who was starting to get annoyed. He turned his head sharply towards Matt and asked;
“Did you see her earlier tonight, Matty? I was busy working on my bike.”
“Not that I recall, she was here the night before though.” Matt responded, clearly having no clue as to Sarah’s whereabouts. David tore off his long jacket and marched up the stairs, calling out her name again, only the response was from the other gang members, whooping it up with their blood dolls. Something…was clearly wrong here.
On reaching the main hotel foyer, which they converted into a sleazy lair David saw the report that had been left on one of the old coffee tables, and a picture that had fallen out on the floor. It was a picture of Vincent Casarles. Shane instantly put two and two together. Sarah was missing and someone had read the file.
“FUCK!” He roared, knowing full well that the stupid bitch had probably turned tail and fled right into the arms of the man most vampires in Haven hated. Knowing full well there was only a short time till the dawn, he reached for Matt’s shirt, and gripped it, nearly pulling him off his feet.
“Tommorow night…YOU are to go to that son of a bitch’s house, and find Sarah. If she’s there, she has compromised EVERYTHING.” Matt made a choking sound as he was dropped back to the floor, and David stormed off to his own part of the hotel, where you could hear his angered screams about what he was going to do to Sarah when she was found.
The King sized bed jolted and shuddered as the two continued their love fest with wild abandon. Jason didn’t let up as he continued to plough into her wildly, before experiencing a huge release and groaning with pleasure as he rolled off of her. He glistened. Bathed in a sheen of sweat, but grinning like a fool. He had just lost his V plates, to a woman that he adored. Many miss out on such an opportunity and she made it worth his while. Laying on her back panting, she was exhausted, but happy. She could see out of the corner of her eye, that Jason was tired, and he needed sleep more than anything now. Feeling unclean, she silently got out of the bed and tipe toed to the ensuite where she got into the shower, to wash off the sweat and sex. She stood in the hot water spray, with one hand pressed to the cold tiles, almost incredulous about what had just transpired. A night of pasta and movies, turned into a steamy sex session, but was she truly ready for all this?
Turning off the taps, she exited the shower and patted herself down with a towel, before hunting in his cupboard for a T shirt that was of size to cover her well. Finding a black one, she slipped it on over her head, and made her way back to the bed. Slipping below the sheet, she lay beside him as he mentioned that he might take her to breakfast before work.
“I’d like that.” She said simply, before rolling over and drifting off to sleep.
Jason’s alarm was set to go off at six thirty in the morning which it did before he swiftly rolled over and silenced the alarm. Now wide awake Jason would suppress a groggy groan not wanting to disturb Amelia as he sat up and got out of bed. He then gathered a fresh set of clothing before sneaking away to hop in the shower while being unable to shake a sinking feeling from the very pit of his stomach. To him it felt like the grim reaper was breathing down his neck and it brought back memories of the lead up to a massive miscommunication that in turn lead to the death of hundreds of coalition forces on the first Persian gulf war. Jason failed to suppress a shudder as he scrubbed down his entire body only to rinse the soap from his body with ice cold water. Silent as a ghost Jason would step out of the shower and dry himself off before dressing in a pair of boxers which where followed by a pair of denim jeans and a short sleeved shirt with the ford logo upon the front of it. Now dressed Jason would step out of the bathroom and watch Amelia sleep peacefully.