Chapter Five
Babs couldn’t believe he was ready all over again. She was too, now that she’d eaten. He looked at her as if she were the only woman in the universe and Babs’ heart woke up. It held some hoped that maybe she would get past the pain of Jeff and love again.
She didn’t want to hope, but her heart could be an optimist.
“Babs Willem, you are a sexy, gorgeous woman. And I’m going to enjoy you as long as you let me.”
She blinked. What a sweet thing to say. Her heart filled with joy, but she wasn’t sure where this was all going. She knew it was short term. She had to remember that. She was off to her next adventure when her debt was paid. That should only take two months at the salary he was paying her.
“Let’s just be in the now.”
Something crossed his face then he smiled. “Okay. And now I need to fuck you again.”
She laughed at his vulgarity. That was what they were doing. Fucking.
“I’m going to put my face in your crotch and do things to your pussy. I want you to tell me what is good and what isn’t.”
“I think your face down there is pretty good.”
“I want this to be better than pretty good.”
“Okay. I’ll tell you.”
He slid down her body and settled himself between her thighs. He opened them as far as they could go. She was a fat girl who did yoga so she would stretch better than most.
He started slowly with his tongue.
“A little to the right.”
“My right or yours.”
“Mine.”
He moved his tongue in that direction. An electric jolt went through her. “Right. There.”
He pressed a little harder with his tongue. Her body bucked and he lost contact for a moment. He found the spot again. Thankfully. That would have sucked if he’d had to find it again.
Well, maybe not.
Then he pushed even harder and her body went into overdrive. She stiffened and the anticipation almost made her explode. Then she did explode. Lights flashed behind her eyelids. Her body hummed then sang an aria. The aftershocks went on for so long she’d thought she’d never be still again.
“I’m guessing that was good.”
“Well, it was okay.”
He laughed. “My tongue might fall out if I try any harder.”
“That would be bad. So very bad for me.”
He kissed her inner thigh. Then nipped at it. Then licked it. He was only touching her thigh and she was ready to combust.
***
Elias could spend the whole night between her thighs. He didn’t need much sleep, but Babs would. He wanted her one more time before she drifted off. He slid up her body, placing his dick right at her entrance.
He entered her in one bold stroke. Then he stopped as he enjoyed the sensation of her surrounding him. Sex was such a magnificent thing. Two people joined together in mutual pleasure.
Life did not get any better.
He set up a rhythm. Random again, to drive her wild. Her gasps and moans told him he was doing his job. He could do this all night. He’d gotten his stamina back. Maybe he just needed to feed more than he thought.
Well, he thought he had control. Babs wiggled her hips then he almost went off like a rocket. How does she do that?
“You’re driving me nuts, Elias.”
“I’m trying to. Holding off the orgasm makes it better.”
“But I can have more.”
He laughed. Yes, women had that advantage. Not that he couldn’t recover quickly.
Oh, okay.”
He sped up and plunged into her repeatedly. Her moans made him hard a visceral level. On a spiritual level. What was it about this woman? She was going to be his Kryptonite and he was in no position to get rid of her.
She let out a loud yell when she came this time. There was no mistaking her climax and it made Elias want to yell when he came.
So he did.
And she laughed and smiled at him. “Makes it all that much better.”
He slumped over onto her. “You’re right. It does.”
Damn. He was going to get addicted to her. He either had to push her away now or find a way to keep her. Keep her here?
No one, but his watcher had ever been around. And they could only be in his life for seventy or eighty years. Until the next generation.
No one had ever stayed. No one.
They were either repulsed by him or they’d died. Would Babs be into eternal life? Living forever with him? And why had it taken him three hundred and fifty years to find his soul mate?
He rolled off of her. She followed and snuggled up against him. She’d be asleep soon and he could go to his lab. He could work on a cure for what he was. Then Babs could stay.
If she wanted.
She yawned. “I’m going to fall asleep.”
“That’s fine, honey. Go to sleep.”
She snuggled into him more and he’d have a time getting out from under her, but he loved the human contact. He loved her warmth and softness. A few minutes later, she was snoring.
He extricated himself from her. He shifted the covers onto her then tiptoed out. He needed to find a cure. A way to reverse what had happened to him. He thought he was close.
But first, he poured himself a glass of blood.