The Night After

Laying back on the bed I looked up at the ceiling thinking about Mr. Northman and how my every thought seemed centered around him today. The sun was just about to set, and I couldn't help but wish that I were working tonight so that I might catch a glimpse of him at least. I had spent most of the day shopping and every item I looked at, I considered what his thoughts would be before I purchased it. My only desire seemed to be to please him and I was completely losing any need to consider my own needs.

With a large sigh I pushed myself out of bed and walked into the bathroom. The large sunken tub beckoned to me and I started running water thinking of a long hot bath. I lit candles all around my tub and added a few drops of lavender oil, the fragrance quickly filling the entire room. Stripping quickly I lowered myself into the hot steamy mist. Within seconds my head leaned back against the bathroom pillow, and my eyes closed.

“Did you think of me today,” his mocking voice startled me and my eyes flew open. He was kneeling down beside the tub, his fingers caressing the water, his eyes filled with something completely unfamiliar to me. I couldn't speak, I was so caught up in how incredibly beautiful he was and the fact that he was here with me. He laughed in that mocking way that let you know he knew exactly how much he affected you, “I think you did.”

In the back of my mind I knew I should be embarrassed that he could see every inch of my body, but all I could think about was how I wished he were touching me. With a knowing smirk, he stood up and quickly removed his clothes. I could only gasp as he lowered himself into the huge tub with me. My breathing became erratic, my heart pounding in my chest, without thought I reached over and splayed my hands upon his large chest, needing to have some contact with him.

He laid back against the other end of the tub and allowed me to touch him, his eyes closed letting me know that for the moment, I was allowed to please him. Leaning up to my knees I lowered my lips to his chest and began placing small kisses everywhere, my hands moved over his arms, his abdomen, and even lower until I grasped his large length in my hand and massaged him. I wanted to drink in everything, I wanted to touch him until he was as mindless with passion as I was.

I continued to stroke him, loving the feeling of him growing in my hand, my mouth suckling one of his nipples, before moving to the other to show it the same adoring gratitude. He never moved allowing me free reign over his body, I took full advantage of the honor, knowing I was being gifted with something very special. My mouth moved up to his neck, lightly nipping wishing that I had fangs so I could taste him, even his blood would taste like heaven, I knew that instinctively.

Feeling abandoned, touching him had pleasured me as much as I had hoped it pleasured him. I straddled him and grasping his huge shaft, lowered myself onto him slowly taking him inside of me inch by long, incredibly desirable, inch. His eyes opened and the familiar smirk found his face before he smiled and my body almost exploded instantly knowing I was pleasing him. When he was so deeply inside of me that I felt he touched my womb, I began to lift myself slowly, still staring into his eyes, and then lowered myself again crying out at the incredible pleasure that flowed through every ounce of my being.

Instinctively, my body knew exactly how to please him even if my own knowledge was lacking, and I began to ride him like a wanton, aching to find fulfillment. His hands moved down to my hips grabbing them in his strong hands as he tutored me in the rhythm he liked. I threw my head back and kept pace loving each stroke of his hard, thick shaft inside of my silken warmth. My eyes closed and each stroke had me almost on the edge of finding paradise.

He pulled me down on him forcefully as he exploded inside of me, my body finding completion as I felt his desire deep inside my own, mindless unable to think, only feel. With a primal growl, he threw his head back, fangs protruding before he quickly lowered his mouth to my neck and his fangs slid deeply into my neck. I cried out, the sound echoing loudly, as a pleasure as intense as my orgasm came over me, as he suckled my very life force into him.

I awoke alone in my bath, panting with my heart pounding. Trembling so much so that I couldn't move, my body truly feeling like he had been right there with me. Even my neck, as I turned it slightly, felt as if his fangs had sunk into the sensitive skin. I had no idea what was happening to me, no understanding of reality and fantasy any longer.

I quickly bathed and stepped out of the bath, my mind filled with such a turmoil of emotions and feelings, I wasn't quite sure what to do with myself. Was I truly with him, were my dreams actually happening to me. It was almost as if my sanity had left me, completely dissolved into wanting the dreams and longing to feel him again. Wrapping the towel around myself I walked back out into my bedroom, afraid, lonely, wanting, desperate for something I couldn't even name.

I climbed back into my bed and pulled the covers up over me, gripping them tightly in my clenched fists. Tears fell from eyes, because I was so lost, and I had no idea how to find myself again. Somehow I wasn't sure I even wanted to find myself again, and that thought terrified me even more than anything else.