Nightwatch Ch. 02: Suburban Bliss - Sex Stories

Nightwatch Ch. 02: Suburban Bliss

... tossed my clothes off to bare myself to her. As she finished her first glass, I loomed over her off the side of the bed while I refilled her glass. Her eyes roved over my breasts, stomach, and center.

She grazed my fingers deliberately as she took the glass from me.

The huge bed was all glossy silk sheets and the headboard shone as the candlelight reflected off the mix of black wood and leather. The four-poster bed was of my own design since it was difficult to procure the Victorian-style gothic look I wanted in modern times, especially for the size of the bed we'd bought.

The corners of our room were adorned with statues of Grecian goddesses in black marble. their blank eyes looked on whenever we made love.

She drank deeply as I pulled up the app on my phone to shutter the castle up early. The metallic groaning sounded throughout the dark castle as I approached her.

I served her one last glass and when she handed it back to me, I dipped my finger in to coat it in the viscous liquid. I set down the glass and laid next to her on the bed, stretching over her as she looked at my movements.

Her red lips were parted and I coated them gently with the blood to make them even more red.

I bracketed her head as I put my palms on the mattress and leaned down oh-so-slowly to taste her lips.

My tongue licked along the length of her wet mouth. Her tongue slipped out lazily to meet mine.

Once I finally sealed my mouth onto hers, I moaned in ecstasy, feeling every ...

... ridge of her lips and graze of her tongue. Even running my tongue across her teeth was pleasure that touched deep within me.

I pressed harder into her then my body was flush to hers. As sexy as her corset was, it was getting in the way. I sat up and grazed my fingers down her front to the v of her neckline. I looked in her eyes as I ripped the corset and shirt cleanly down the middle with inhuman strength.

She grinned at me, remembering our trysts hundreds of years ago in which I would be in various levels of aroused. Sometimes so much so, that I tore off every fabric on her skin with my teeth in desperation to get her naked. We'd made love every which way, ferociously, tenderly, lazily, sometimes with so much emotion we both felt the need to sob with the overwhelming feeling of lust and love.

"I wish I could hear you scream in pleasure, like you always do." I said as I palmed her tummy where I'd exposed it. I continued to shred her clothes then slipped it out from under her, tossing it to the side. I misjudged the strength of the throw and it echoed sharply as it hit a tall metal candelabra, making it topple to the floor. "Oops."

She giggled as we watched the candles douse themselves to make sure we didn't start a fire.

"I think you're making enough noise for the both of us, love."

"Sorry! I'll pick it up later." I grinned impishly.

I caressed her breasts and then up to the side of her cheek that turned pink in the blush from over-drinking.

"You are ...