Luther's Return

“Just pretend this is not the last time.”

Katie made a motion to drop to her knees, but Luther stopped her. “Wait.”

She gave him a questioning look.

“Take off your clothes.”

While Luther rid himself of his shoes and stepped out of his pants and boxer briefs, Katie pulled her top over her head. When she reached for the front clasp of her bra, he gripped her hand.

“Leave your bra and your panties on.” He ran a lusting look over her. “Goddamn, woman, what you do to me…”

She unzipped her pants and shimmied out of them, kicking off her shoes in the process. Finally, wearing only her black lace bra and matching bikini panties, she dropped to her knees in front of him. She felt sexy and desirable, kneeling in front of him like this, hearing him breathe heavily as if he were running a marathon.

She reached for his cock, brushing her fingers over the underside of it and back again.

“Fuck!” Luther hissed.

She scooted closer, bringing her mouth to the tip of his swollen shaft. She darted out her tongue and licked over the velvet-soft head, gathering up the moisture with her tongue. When she swallowed his taste, her nipples hardened, chafing against her bra, and her clit throbbed uncontrollably.

She felt Luther’s hand on her head then, combing through her hair, caressing her scalp tenderly. “Oh, baby.”

Again she licked over the head of his cock, leisurely, so she could catalogue its texture and shape, burning it into her memory. She swirled her tongue underneath the rim of his cockhead, eliciting a loud moan from Luther and causing him to tighten his fingers around the back of her head. But he didn’t force her, didn’t pull her head toward him.

Instead, Katie was the one to wrap her lips around him, slowly swallowing the tip of his cock and sliding down on his hard rod until she could go no farther. He was only halfway inside her mouth, but it was all she could take. He was too big.

Katie took a breath through her nose and relaxed her jaw muscles, then wrapped one hand around his root and withdrew gently, her lips puckered around his hard flesh, her tongue sliding along its underside. Her other hand lay braced on his thigh. A thigh she felt trembling now.

“Oh, Katie!” he cried out. “You’re killing me.”

She let him slip from her mouth, only to pull him back into it, sucking harder this time, while her hand moved up and down his erection in sync with her sucking motion. There was something about his taste that made her want more. She felt him starting to thrust, slowly at first, but beneath her hands she sensed the vampire wanting to burst to the surface. Every time she slid down on him, she felt him shudder, and every time she pulled back and withdrew, his hips flexed and he demanded more.

He was putty in her hands, surrendering to her mouth, her lips, her tongue. And for the first time in her life she knew what it was like to be powerful. To be strong. Luther gave her that power. He made her whole again. As if his cock in her mouth was the instrument that infused her with strength.

Katie licked him more feverishly now, eager for his surrender. She brought her second hand to his balls, cupped him, and felt another shudder travel through his body. His cock jerked in her mouth, and anticipation made her own body tremble.

“Stop!” Luther cried out and wrenched himself from her mouth.

He pulled her up by her elbows, and an instant later she found herself bent over the chaise longue, her torso pressed into the cushions, her ass pointing in the air. Luther ripped her panties off, tearing the thin material into shreds.

“Now you’ve done it, Katie!” he ground out. “Shouldn’t have sucked me like that.”

He sounded different now, his voice raspier, his breathing choppy.

“You didn’t like it?” she teased, though she knew the answer to her question.

Luther plunged into her from behind, seating himself in her channel, before he answered, “You know as well as I do how much I liked your mouth around my cock.”

But she barely heard his words, because his hard cock stretching her robbed her nearly of all her senses. “You feel good, Luther, so good.”

He gripped her hips firmly and pulled her toward him, slamming his cock forward at the same time, doubling the impact. All air rushed from her lungs, making her gasp.

“See, Katie? Do you see now what you’re doing to me?”

But she couldn’t answer, because he began to fuck her fast and furious, plunging deep then withdrawing, his hands on her hips imprisoning her so she couldn’t move. Couldn’t escape his unrelenting cock. He stretched her to capacity, his erection touching places inside her that sent hot bolts of pleasure through her body. Her breasts were still imprisoned in her bra and rubbed against the cushions with every thrust Luther delivered. Her nipples were hard peaks begging for relief.