A little Vance and Portia Scene

I wrote this post for my Facebook readers on Halloween and thought it might be a fun extra that readers over here would enjoy too. Hope everyone is enjoying their fall season this year!

“I think I’m needing some witch today.” Vance’s gaze traveled over me and his eyes flared red, but I knew drinking blood wasn’t what he had in mind. “Yes, I think you’ll do nicely. Come here, Portia.”

I snorted and continued spreading chocolate frosting on the cake. “Make up your mind. Do you want cake, or me? Besides, I’m the only option you have when it comes to witches.”

“The only option I want,” he replied, correcting as he stood and walked my direction. “You’re the treat I want for Halloween today.” He stepped behind me, sliding his hands seductively down over my arms, then to my waist, grabbing and pulling me against him. “Tell me you don’t want it too.”

I giggled and paused, holding the spatula in the air. “Why did you ask for a cake with chocolate frosting?”

“So I could do this.” He reached past me and ran his finger across the top of the dessert, scooping up a small amount. “Turn around,” he ordered.

I did as he asked, swallowing hard when I saw the desire flaming in his eyes.

“Are you going to feed it to me?” I asked, feeling breathless, thinking about how much I’d enjoy having his finger in my mouth. 

He shook his head. “Nope. I’m going to have my cake and eat it too.” He smeared the chocolate down my arm.

I stared in shock. “Why’d you do that?”

“So I could do this.” He crouched down, his mouth descending near the end of the smear by my hand. He followed it up my limb with his tongue, slowly sucking and licking away every trace of frosting there was.

Goosebumps flared over my body and I bit my lip as I watched the erotic sight, trying not to let any sound escape me. The spatula fell from my other hand and clattered to the floor.

He reached behind me scooping up more. “I think you need some here too.” He swiped it down my neck, and I couldn’t help the moan that escaped me when he licked me there. “I like that sound,” he whispered against my skin. “Portia, you have no idea what you do to me.”

“Oh, I think I . . . ,” I stopped to pant, “ I . . . I . . . have a vague idea.” More panting as he sucked my skin harder into his mouth. I felt the edges of his teeth scraping against me. “After all . . . ,” I tipped my head back father, “ . . . you do try to remind me daily.”

He chuckled as he spread more chocolate across my cheek to my mouth. “It’s my favorite part of the day too.” He winked before he started licking slowly across my face. I though I might be the one to burst into flames if he didn’t hurry. He paused when he reached my lips and grinned, his red eyes sparkling mischievously. “This is turning out to be some of the best cake I’ve ever had.”

I grabbed both sides of his head and kissed him hard with my frosting covered lips. He moaned this time, sliding his hands down my body and lifting me up onto the countertop, setting me right on the dessert.

“What are you doing?” I squealed with laughter.

He was grinning from ear to ear. “Isn’t it obvious?” He stepped closer and I wrapped my legs around him.

“You’re making a mess!”

“A delicious mess, and I’m . . . ,” he kissed me, “going to . . . ,” he kissed me again, “enjoy every . . . ,” he kissed me harder, “single bite!”

***The rest of this scene has been censored*** Happy Halloween, and may you have your cake and eat it too! haha