Dani for Dinner (Reader beware 18+)

I sat quietly reading while Oliver laid siege to my kitchen. I had to admit that I had come to enjoy having a Vampire around the house. He was a master in the kitchen and when he got bored he cleaned. Or if Sheldon convinced him to do something stupid that he knew would make me mad, he would clean. Tonight was one such occasion. The furball had insisted that I allowed him to hang out with the North Koreans when I wasn’t home. Oliver had driven him to the DMZ.

He finished plating the pancakes and sausage he had made. “Can you grab the milk and juice out of the fridge?” he called over his shoulder.

I bookmarked my page and left the new Isabelle book on the couch. Retrieving the milk and OJ with a smile I sat them on the table and stared with delight. “I love breakfast for dinner.”

“I know,” he said. “You’ve told me that at least ten times in the time I’ve known you.”

“Ah,” was all I could say as he poured a glass for me. Sinking into the chair opposite him I began attacking my short stack with vigor. A few bites in I noticed he wasn’t talking. “Are you alright?”

He looked up, startled. “Me, yeah.”

I looked him over and noticed he was pale with dark circles under his eyes. “Excuse me for saying this, but you look like a Vampire. When was the last time you fed?”

He paused and looked uncomfortable. “Before we went to the North Pole for the duel.”

“Don’t you normally feed daily?”

“Yes. A small feeding every day is better than going long periods without. Normally I would be doing fine but the realm travel is hard on me.” He looked down at the plate and took another bite.

“But why haven’t you fed?”I asked, on the verge of being exasperated.

“I’ve ordered blood to be delivered and the first delivery hasn’t come yet.” He looked up at me and seemed to read my next question. “You and I have been getting close and I didn’t want to take from the source because often it becomes very… sexual. I’m not sure where we stand but I wouldn’t feel right being involved with someone else.”

“Oh…”

“Did I read things wrong?” There was a sadness to his face.

“No,” I said quickly. “You read the situation right, I just hadn’t really thought about it. I mean I hadn’t really thought about your food and you…” my words trailed off.

“So you think there may be something between us?”

“Yes,” I took a drink of juice and swallowed hard. I got up from my chair and walked around the table. Oliver stared at me the entire way. Cautiously I slid onto his lap. Reaching up I pulled my hair away from my neck and over my other shoulder.

“Ummm, Dani? Not that this isn’t interesting but what are you doing?” He looked at me with a mixture of confusion and humor.

“Feeding you,” I said, turning on his lap to look into his eyes. “I’m not drunk this time so be gentle and try to keep the marks somewhere my co-workers won’t see.” Oliver began to chuckle and as he watched me it turned into full-on laughter. I slapped a hand to his chest. “Hey, this isn’t funny. You need food and I’m offering.”

“Are you really offering?”

I considered what he was saying. “Yes, I am.”

He considered me for a moment then shrugged. “Alright, then let’s do this right. If you are sure, I promise this won’t hurt a bit.” He wrapped his arms tightly around me and slid the chair back. Cradling me to his chest he stood and carried me across the room.

“What are you doing?” I asked as we neared the door to my bedroom.

“Feeding. You can say no to anything at any time, but feeding for you will be more comfortable on your bed where you can lay down.” Effortlessly he sank down on the bed. He encouraged me to lay back and began rolling up my sleeve.

“What are you doing?”

“You wear long sleeves, I thought your arm would be a good place because it would be easily concealed.” He pressed a kiss to the inner curve of my elbow.

“You promised me sexy.” The skin under his lips tingled.

“I don’t think I promised you sexy,” he said, lifting his head to look  at me.

I sighed heavily and sat up, pulling my top off over my head as I came. “Stubborn gentlemanly Vampire,” I cursed under my breath. I smiled, watching as he tried to maintain eye contact rather than looking down. Leaning forward I buried my hand in his golden curls and pulled his mouth down to mine. He was deathly still for only a moment before he pulled me into his arms.

Sliding his hands along my sides I felt my skin tingle and goosebump under his touch. I twisted on his lap, straddling his hips. I rose onto my knees in an effort to encourage him back, but instead he caught me and held me in place. He kissed a fiery path starting at my chin, down my throat and to the edge of my bra. Playfully he let his teeth graze the edge where the lace met the skin. He lowered his head and suckled at the hardening peaks through the fabric. I sucked in a deep breath, doing my best not to make much noise.

He paused, resting his cheek against my breast. “I can hear your heartbeat.” He smiled. “I can stop this. We can take things slower.”

In answer to his offer I reached down and tugged at his shirt as I undid the top few buttons. Taking the hint he released me long enough to tug it off over his head. I smiled as I ran my eyes over his taunt pale chest. A small patch of golden curls begged to be touched. I ran my hands over his cool skin and dragged my nails lightly down his shoulders and arms. Leaning down I caught his ear between my teeth and gave it a playful bite.

His hands steadied me on his lap and slid up to unhook my bra. I sucked in a deep breath when his mouth closed hungrily over one of my pert nipples. One hand teased the other breast while he steadied me at my waist. Catching me at the hip he turned me in his grip and laid me back down on the mattress, now with his weight holding me in place. I ran my hands over his back urging him on as he ruthlessly teased my poor breasts.

I arched my back, pressing my hips against his and heard him moan a little against my breasts. Skillfully he managed to one-handedly unfasten my jeans and began sliding them down my legs. Once he managed to tug them free I heard them land somewhere forgotten on the floor with our shirts and my bra. He slid his hand along the inside of my thighs urging me to part for him. When his hand came to rest on the juncture between my legs he lifted his head and pinned me with his gaze. I pressed myself against his hand, signalling my consent, encouraging him to continue.

He parted my folds and his cool fingers felt foreign and enticing. Starting with soft touches and caresses, I sucked in breaths that left me shivering as he made contact with my aching nub. He began stroking it slowly and increased the speed as he lowered his mouth, capturing on of my breasts again. I moaned softly but with increasing volume and frequency as the speed picked up further and he slid a finger inside of me. My body squeezed tightly around it and I bucked against it.

I felt like a fire had been lit low in my abdomen and he was stroking it hotter and hotter with each movement. I felt a light pinch at my breast as he bit into my flesh, feeding from me. I glanced down and the sight sent my body into a spasm as I tipped over the scale of my lust. My moans became ragged breaths and I rocked myself against his hand. I saw him lift his head and watch me with a smile. The color had returned to his face and his lips were stained the slightest ruby red. He started to shift off of me but I reached for him, capturing his shoulders.

“Not yet,” I pleaded. His answer was a smile as he stood, removing his own slacks. In the silvery glow of moonlight he seemed to beam with an ethereal luminescence. He tugged a blanket up over us and tugged me against his body. I slid my hands over his body, still shaking from my recent release. “I’m not done,” I said, pressing my lips to his neck and nipping at the delicate skin there. When I reached the tensed muscle between his shoulder and neck I bit down with some force.

He growled in my ear. The sound was primal and deep. “Are you trying to get me to go further? If you keep this up I’m going to want to take this relationship to a new level,” he whispered before running his tongue along my ear. In answer to his statement I slid a hand down his chest and over his abdomen. I couldn’t help but smile as I felt each of the muscles contract under my touch. It was his turn to suck in a deep breath and resist the urge to moan as I closed my hand around his manhood.

Stroking him I purred into his ear. “I think I’m ready for that level. And by the feel of this so are you.” I emphasized each word with a flick of my wrist. I started to move down his body, but he rolled over, pinning me beneath him.

Panting he leaned down and captured my mouth with his. I could taste the slightest coppery tinge of my own blood on his tongue, but rather than repulsing me it fanned my already growing need. I slid my legs around his hips and crossed them at the ankle. Reaching down he slid his fingers effortlessly into me. His breath came out ragged as he positioned himself at my opening. Inch by torturous inch he slid into me, his whole body straining with control. Tired of waiting and aching to feel him deep within me, I thrust my hips up to meet his and moaned as he caught me and held me there. All the muscles inside me ached to accommodate him so quickly but rejoiced in the pleasure of it. I was rewarded with his own deep pleasure-filled moan.

He whispered something to me in a language I didn’t recognize and then began to move within me. Slowly at first then building speed and force. Soon I found my ragged breaths turned to gasps of pleasure and then screams of pleasure as he pushed me higher and higher. Then with crashing force I was over the edge tightening around him but he didn’t stop, forcing me back up the climb again quickly and this time when I came I felt as if my heart was stopping.  I heard him cry his own release as the world went black around me, sending me flying on a wave of euphoric ecstasy.

When I came to again I was plastered tightly against his chest with his arms tucked firmly around me. “Did I pass out?”

He chuckled and I listened to the rumble in his chest. “You did.”

“Is that common?” I asked.

“For sex your first time with a Vampire?” He ran his hands over my back reassuringly. “Yes. It is quite common. As you build up resilience you’ll be able to reach satisfaction more and more without the fainting. I did my best to take it easy on you since it was our first time together.”

“That was taking it easy?” The shock in my voice was hard to miss.

“Yes, provided you allow me to pleasure you again I will strive to take you to new heights. Wait until we take you to become fully awakened. Your sensitivity levels only increase.” He nuzzled my neck. A shiver ran down my spine. He froze in place. “Are you alright?” Concern laced through his voice.

I nodded. “Yes, just picturing what normal sex, long lovemaking a and good hard fu…” He cut me off with a kiss.

“We’ll have time to try all those things later but for now you should rest and recover.” He kissed my forehead lightly. “Good night Dani.”

I smiled, closing my eyes. “Good night Oliver.”