Chapter Fifteen
David met up with his brother in the kitchen of the main house to discuss their plans. Now that he was officially dead, it would be difficult for him to make the rounds of the campus without upsetting the already jumpy replacement security guards. While they were deliberating over their options, they were joined by Anna who was finishing a phone conversation. “There’s been another murder.”
David stared at her in disbelief. “You’ve got to be kidding me. I don’t understand. Why aren’t your visions helping us?”
Derrick interceded on his wife’s behalf. “Give her a break, David. She’s new to this game.”
Anna smiled but David could tell that his remark had offended.
“Sorry, Anna. I guess being dead has made me cranky.”
“Being newly dead myself, I can understand your dilemma. Anyway, I just got off the phone to Sofie and between us, we’ve worked it out.”
“Worked what out?”
“Well, as you know, Sofie and I should have been able to predict the murders and send you guys there before they happened. Between us, we should have had more than enough power and ability, so we’ve come to the conclusion that we are being blocked by another witch, maybe many.”
“A coven of witches?” David scratched his head. The last coven had been killed off by Torke, a rogue vampire who had also killed Anna’s mother. Sophie had survived the attack and she was training Anna on how to use her inherited skills. “I didn’t know a new coven had moved in.”
“Neither did Sofie, but that’s the only explanation we can think of. Also, a friend of mine who works down at the police station told me that the latest victim was drained of blood. Her throat was cut left to right and as far as they can tell, from the front.”
“That would indicate a left handed killer.” David rubbed his chin. “It’s possible for someone to cut left to right with their right hand but the movement would be awkward. Their wrist would be forced into a strange angle which would detract from the power of the strike.”
His eyebrows rose. A grin stretched his lips.
Anna looked first to her husband who shrugged his shoulders and then back to David.
“This makes you happy because?”
“Because I broke Meaghan’s right hand.”
“Oh, yes. That makes perfect sense to me.” Derrick told his wife in answer to her puzzled expression.
“Meaghan is right handed. I don’t believe she killed tonight or any other night.”
He turned and hurried to the home office. “Are the closed circuit screens up?”
“Yes, why?” Derrick called after his brother who was already at his desk checking the computer screens. Meaghan appeared to be asleep on the sofa. Her head lay back against the headrest, her mouth slightly agape, her eyes closed. As he watched his sleeping beauty, happy in the belief that she was innocent of the crimes, David failed to notice his brother come up behind him. “She’s a snorer.”
“I know,” David told him, “but it’s barely a snore … more like a purr.”
“Like a kitten,” Anna interjected as she studied the screen.
“That’s what I thought.” David smiled at his sister-in-law. “I think it’s cute.”
“He’s got it bad.” Derrick teased, elbowing his wife in the ribs. “When you think snoring is cute, you must be in love.”
“And what does it mean when you think snoring is irritatingly loud?” Anna asked as she rubbed her ribs in mock reaction.
“It means the honeymoon is over,” David answered for him with a chuckle.
Movement drew their attention back to the screen so Derrick took the opportunity to change the subject. “She’s up and moving around.”
“I’ll let Evan know that she’ll be ready for her dinner,” Anna volunteered but David stopped her before she reached the door.
“Don’t bother. I’ll do it.”
Derrick grabbed his arm. “What do you plan on doing, David?” He knew his brother well enough to suspect his next move. “You can’t risk Meaghan finding out that your death was a hoax. At least not until we find the real killer.”
“I hate to rub salt into the wound,” Anna added, “but unless you plan on revealing yourself as a vampire, I can’t see any way of resurrecting you.”
David opened his mouth to argue but hesitated. Anna was right.
“I’ll leave the tray at the door and disappear, I promise. I just want to be close to her.” He left the room before they had a chance to argue but heard his brother’s observation. “He does have it bad.”
****
Meaghan answered the knock on her front door and discovered the covered tray of food on her porch. David watched her turn her head left to right. She shrugged her shoulders, called out a “Thank you, Evan,” and took the tray inside to eat. He moved around to the back of the house to a spot where he knew the trees would conceal him from view. It was taking a big risk but he had no choice. He desperately needed to be close to her, to smell her fragrance. It pained him to think that he would not be able to help her with her food. Her break was still fresh and he knew that using her right hand would be uncomfortable. Silently, he cursed himself for not having thought to cut up the food before leaving the tray, but realized that hindsight is twenty-twenty and there was nothing he could do now to rectify the problem.
When Meaghan slid open the sliding door and took her tray out to the porch to enjoy eating her meal on the patio, he smiled in satisfaction. He was close enough that he could almost touch her and she would be none the wiser. But the sweet taste of victory soured in his mouth when he watched the love of his life pick up the knife with her left hand and cut the meat with the precision of a surgeon. She wasn’t right handed after all, she was ambidextrous. Why didn’t she tell me? Why had she led him to believe that she was helpless with her broken wrist? What else was she keeping from him?
David stepped back into the shadows and made his way back to the main house, confident in the belief that he’d gone unseen but, had he stayed a while longer, he would have seen Meaghan’s head snap up, her attention drawn to something beyond the terrace.
****
Meaghan picked up her tray and hurried into the house, locking the sliding door behind her. She’d felt the presence of something malevolent, something that wished her harm. Even more confusing, she could sense another force, that while equally dark, its aura had tinges of conflicting colors. This troubled her. Since moving onto the estate, her ability to pick up the colors in auras had proved increasingly difficult. Sure, she could easily see the colors but they conflicted both with the personality of the people and also the color itself.
Meaghan shook her head. Since the day she began to see auras, the ability had never let her down and now she found herself doubting her own assessments. She turned to face the large mirror that hung on the wall in the hall and observed her own reflection. As expected, her aura was muddy brown, signifying her self-doubt. Lately, the only time her aura glowed pink was when she imagined herself in the arms of David. Now, she suspected the pink would never return. Her life, as well as her aura, would be forever dull and void of any passion. Oh, David. His aura was the strangest of all his family and they were indeed a weird mob. A rainbow of colors painted David’s black aura with streaks of gold, orange and green confirming Meaghan’s intuition that with David, what you see is what you get.
He was creative, gregarious, charming and comfortable being the center of attention. The darkness troubled her. It was usually associated with evil and negativity, which was strange because none of those traits appeared in his nature. Anna, who wasn’t a blood relative, had the same darkness about her as her husband and brother-in-law. Not black as such, but there was definitely a tinge of danger in her purple hue. Meaghan flopped down on the couch and considered the significance of Anna’s colors. On the few fleeting occasions that they had met, Anna gave the impression that—like herself—she was a bit of a loner who probably only had a couple of real friends. Purple in her aura suggested that she probably had psychic abilities and also that she may have had a troubled love life before meeting her husband.
Derrick’s aura was as dark as David’s although it was streaked with silver lights, signifying a talent for teaching which explained why his Karate Dojo was reputed to be packed to the rafters with students. She’d done some research on the family and discovered that Anna’s father had part owned the health club and she inherited his share after the death, being the only surviving family member. Anna and Derrick were only recently married after a whirlwind romance and since she only saw them on occasion, Meaghan assumed that the honeymoon was ongoing.
Jealousy shot an arrow into her heart and she instantly felt ashamed. Why shouldn’t they be happy? Everyone deserves happiness don’t they? Everyone except you it seems, she decided as she leaned back into the comfortable sofa cushions to wallow in self-pity. She sighed. Twenty-four hours ago she had been on the verge of striping naked and posing for David, knowing full well that—considering his passionate nature—he would attempt to seduce her. Why had she taken so long to make the decision? Their mutual attraction was palpable, sensual, and completely irresistible but somehow she had found the strength to resist. Once again her self-doubt had brought her undone.
Tears burned the backs of her eyes so she closed them, hoping to block out the pain and temper the regret that ate at her thoughts like a disease. David was gone … lost to her forever. She would never again feel the warmth of his touch on her skin, blush at his playfully naughty mind games or experience the joy of finally making love with him. While her thoughts focused completely on David, she barely noticed as her spirit left her body and drifted off into the ether.
****
David lay on his bed in the darkness of his bedroom. He had wanted desperately to venture to the studio and finish his latest piece of work but he knew he couldn’t risk the chance of running into Meaghan. Derrick would have conveyed the message to her about avoiding the studio until further notice. However Meaghan had proven to be inquisitive. She may try to snoop around. What secrets are you keeping, kitten?
He should have been lingering in the shadows of the campus buildings looking for clues on the killer except he had lost all desire to leave his room or even dress for that matter. It all seemed pointless. He’d finally found the woman of his dreams. More beautiful than he imagined, seemingly purer of heart and body than he had ever hoped to find and… she was probably a serial killer. How could I have been so blind?
Since becoming a vampire, he had learned to fine tune his ability to judge body language and, usually, his mind reading skills were spot on. Except when it came to Meaghan. The memory of watching her skillfully slice through her meal using her left hand sent a shiver down his spine as he realized she could easily have switched the murder weapon to her other hand. Something puzzled him. The first two victims who were strangled. Meaghan may be deceptively strong but was she strong enough to strangle two women who were of equal size to her? Crossing his arms behind his head, David lay back on his bed, staring at the ceiling and contemplated his next move. I should probably put on some clothes and head to the campus in case Meaghan is already there. I might…
A wisp of a breeze brushed over his legs, floated there for a moment and then settled on his genitals. At first, he relaxed and closed his eyes, enjoying the light touch on his bare flesh as the draft of air teased his flesh until his balls prickled with goose bumps and his shaft rose to the occasion. As the pressure around his cock increased, he gasped. His eyes flew open. This was definitely not a dream. A figure took shape at the foot of the bed and although it stayed incorporeal, he recognized her at once. He tried to rise and opened his mouth to protest but the apparition shook her head. She touched her finger to her lips to indicate for him not to talk while she used her left hand to fondle his genitalia. Her touch was featherlight, almost surreal while she held his cock firmly but gently in the palm of her hand. Her movements slowly pumped him, teased his skin, her mouth hovering over the tip. He watched her lick her lips and realizing her intention, he reached for her, his hands passing through the ethereal mist and grasping at air.
She pouted, shaking her head in disapproval while she continued to stroke his hardening erection. He gasped and lay back on the bed, afraid that the fantasy would end before completion. When she extended her tongue, he held his breath, hoping that his fantasy woman would not be as shy as the real Meaghan. He was not disappointed. A bead of seed formed on the tip of his erection in anticipation of her mouth and she licked it up with a deft flick of her tongue, leaving him quivering and rock hard. He groaned as she took him into her mouth, tasting him, pumping him, driving him insane with desire. It was more than he could bear. He felt his orgasm building, his cock throbbing in anticipation of the release he was desperate to experience. Unconsciously, he reached for her again, needing to hold her while he came in her mouth. The moment his hands came close to her face, the apparition faded from sight, leaving him alone, bewildered, and extremely disappointed. Idiot!
****
Meaghan came back to her corporeal body with an emotional thud. For the first time in her memory, her spiritual identity had left her body unbidden and located a person rather than a place. This was the least of her worries. Not only was David still alive, her alter ego had actually seduced him and performed oral sex. What is happening? She had no control over her actions as she implemented the deliberately suggestive directions from “lesson two” in David’s naughty instruction manual.
Covering her face with her hands, she groaned her embarrassment and wondered how long it would be before David teased her about her indiscretion. Oh, God! He would know her secret, realize that she had the capacity to leave her body and explore parts unknown. Parts unknown. She shuddered when her concentration drew her back to David’s bedroom. At least she presumed it was his bedroom having never been there before. Days ago, she could barely bring herself to look at his naked body. Tonight her incorporeal personality found the courage to put her mouth where her eyes refused to go. She could still taste him despite her body never leaving the room. She remembered how he had reached for her, unaware that she was only there in spirit and how she had pulled her spirit back to her body before he had achieved orgasm. The involuntary action had served a purpose. She hoped that he had felt as frustrated as she had been on the day he left her at her easel, her body over sensitized, her mind racing with notions of naked flesh and writhing bodies.
She covered her face with her hands. Believing it to be a dream, she’d allowed herself to act with wanton abandon. There would be no consequences. But she was wrong. As she berated herself for her actions, reality sunk in. David is alive? How is that even possible? Terry had informed her that David had been shot six times and fell heavily onto a bench, impaling himself on a piece of broken timber. Derrick had removed the body from the morgue and buried the cremated remains in the garden. She had seen the plaque with her own eyes but, then again, she had also seen him in the flesh and very animated in his bedroom. Maybe it was a dream? But, it seemed so real. Terry’s taunt about David being a vampire suddenly sounded disarmingly credible and Meaghan realized that, despite the incredible notion, it was the only possible explanation. It all added up. The dark aura, the windowless rooms, and the superhuman strength. He had broken her wrist with hardly more than a squeeze and he was only trying to hold her. She imagined what damage he could do if he were really angry and shuddered at the thought. She knew his secret. He knew her secret.
The clap of thunder outside her window made her jump. A feeling of foreboding warned her. It was time to leave. Throwing her belongings into her bags, Meaghan failed to notice the blur of moment as David entered her bedroom. When she turned to grab her handbag, she found herself almost nose to nose with him, the shock sending her reeling.
“What are you doing here?”
David stared into her terrified eyes. “I would have thought ‘David, you’re alive’ would have been your first reaction.” He motioned to her bags. “It looks like you’re in a hurry to go somewhere.”
“I am surprised, of course I am, it’s just that—”
“Spare me the bullshit, Meaghan!”
The storm outside intensified. Lightning flashed, illuminating the room seconds before the thunder boomed over their heads.
“I don’t know how you did it, but you’re not going anywhere until you tell me.” His voice hummed with power, his upper lip curled baring glistening fangs.
She gasped and took a step back, colliding with the edge of the bed. Her legs lost their strength, and she dropped down onto the mattress. He really is a vampire.
“Before I tell you my story, I want to know how you’re still alive. Are you even human?”
David’s expression softened. He looked away, as if her words had hit a cord. “No, I guess I’m not human, not anymore. I’m higher on the food chain than a human. I am what the movies describe as a creature of the night.”
“If this is some kind of joke … I’m not laughing.” she edged along the bed, putting distance between them. “You believe that you are a vampire?” I think I believe you.
In a heartbeat, he was on her, his fangs exposed as he grasped her shoulders, his mouth close to her face. “Does this convince you?”
Meaghan nodded. Despite her mind arguing the existence of vampires, her heart knew it to be the truth. She wanted to scream but who would come to her aid? If David was a vampire, it was likely that his house was full of them. “So, wh-hat now? Are you going to kill me?”
“It depends,” he answered, still holding her by the shoulders.
She trembled at his touch. Terrified, anxious, aroused.
“Should I?”
“Don’t be so cryptic, David. Did you ask your other victims if they should die?”
“I only kill people who deserve to die … killers, pedophiles, rapists and the like.” He dropped his hands from her shoulders. “I’m going to ask you a question and I want an honest answer,” he told her. “Did you kill those students?”
“No! I thought you did.”
“Then why do I find myself constantly bumping into you at the murder scenes?”
“I could ask you the same question.”
“Touché.” He sat beside her on the bed. They sat silently for a moment before David spoke. “Let’s say that I believe you. How were you able to move around the campus at night and more importantly, how were you able to come to me tonight without even knowing I was still alive?”
Meaghan shrugged. “Since I was very little, I dreamed of leaving the orphanage and finding a real home. I would lie on my cot and picture myself leaving with an adopted child, going to their new home, playing with their new siblings. Then, one day, I realized that I was actually there, at one of the homes, not in the real sense obviously, just spiritually. One of the kids freaked out and my reputation of being a ghost girl was established. The kids still in the orphanage gave me a wide birth and even the staff avoided me. Needless to say, I never got adopted.”
“Kids can be cruel.” David wriggled his fingers between hers, holding her hand as she continued her story.
“Anyway, I practiced my skill until I could picture a place and go there. I concentrated on the photos provided to the orphans or places where I had previously visited on outings. Eventually I also learned how to be stealthier so I wouldn’t be seen. I haven’t been discovered … until you came along.” She scowled. “Which leads me to my question. Why were you at the murder scenes?”
“In a minute,” he argued, lowering his chin to face her. “First, I want to know how you were able to come to my room. You said that it was necessary for you to picture a place to be able to astral travel there.”
Meaghan nodded in agreement.
“How did you know where my bedroom was and how did you know I was there, or even alive for that matter?”
Meaghan stared at her shoes, struggling to find an answer that wouldn’t get her into more trouble. In truth, she didn’t have an explanation.
“I don’t know how I did it.” She kept her eyes down as she continued. “I was … missing you. I was thinking about what little time we had together and the opportunities we missed because of my inexperience and inhibitions. Next thing I knew, I was watching myself acting out your fantasy and I had no control over what my incorporeal self was doing.”
David raised one eyebrow. “Really, no control you say? For someone so ‘out of control’ you certainly had everything in hand … literally.”
Meaghan felt the heat spread from her cheeks, down her throat and creep over her breasts and by David’s lustful, wide-eyed expression, he’d noticed it too. He reached forward and with his thumb and forefinger, unbuttoned the first few buttons of her blouse tracing his fingers over the flushed skin between her breasts.
“I seem to remember that you promised to pose for me.”
Meaghan allowed him to remove her blouse completely, exposing the lacy pink bra that seemed to be holding David’s attention, before reminding herself that she still had unanswered questions of her own.
“Wait a minute buster. I’ve told you why I was there. Why were you there?”
“Spoil sport.” Cheeky David reared his naughty head. “Okay, if we are going to play truth or dare, first. I, reluctantly choose truth.”
Meaghan realized the significance of the word first, squirmed on the bed until his next words caught her attention and brought her mind back to reality.
“As you know, Derrick and I are C.E.O s of a large company—”
“No whitewashing. We’re past that. I want the whole story and don’t leave anything out.”
“Okay, fine, we are the co-leaders of a coven of vampires. Anyway, Anna foretold a series of murders at the campus and, because of my background in art, I was elected to survey the area and detect the killer. Unfortunately, her visions have been blocked by some supernatural force—we suspect witches—and I’ve been too late on each occasion. It’s become increasingly frustrating and on the last occasion, rather painful.”
“How did you survive the shooting? Or the staking for that matter?”
“Bullets can slow us down but not for long. The stake, on the other hand, came disturbingly close to my heart. Close enough to stop me in my tracks. I couldn’t use mind control on everyone present as there were too many to influence and my injuries would have been fatal to a human. Besides, the paramedic would have been unable to detect a heartbeat. Dying seemed like the most logical thing to do. Now I’m off the suspect list and free to find the real killer.”
“Who you suspected was me?”
David nodded. “I didn’t want to believe it but you must admit that you kept turning up at the crime scenes and you had blood on your dress. Not to mention that after I broke your wrist, the killer changed hands. Tonight, when I saw you cut up your food with your left hand, it gave me cause for concern.”
“You were watching me?”
“Being dead is boring.” He shrugged. “And I wanted to be close to you.” He unbuttoned his own shirt, threw it on the floor and smiled when he noticed Meaghan’s eyes widen in response. She tried to keep her mind on the case but David was proving to be a big distraction, especially when he reached behind her and unhooked her bra. She forced herself to keep her arms by her sides although they itched to fly up and cover her breasts. Not this time, Meaghan. Don’t blow this second chance.
“While you were watching me, did you notice anyone else outside?”
David dropped the bra and edged forward but hesitated. “Come to think of it, I did feel something.” He wrinkled his nose. “I’m ashamed to admit that I suspected the dark vibe was an indication of your guilt.” He rose from the bed and began to unzip his pants.
“Whoa. What are you doing?” Meaghan turned her head away when the pants slipped to the floor, revealing a spectacular erection and no sign of underwear. “I thought we were having a serious discussion about the murders?”
“We are kitten.” He eased her back onto the bed, slid her jeans down her thighs, and threw them across the room, returning his concentration to the elastic of her panties. He hooked his fingers into the elastic and eased them off, smiling his pleasure when she bent her knees and lifted her bottom to facilitate him in his quest. When he maneuvered himself between her legs, she gasped and her voice quivered as she asked, “Don’t you even want to know why I have been tracking the killer?”
David slid his hands over her thighs, tracing the contours of her hips, her waist and finally resting on her breasts. “Of course I do…” He told her. “Later.” The words had barely left his lips when his mouth settled over her left nipple, drawing the firm peak into his warm mouth while he squeezed her breasts with his hands.
“If you’re a vampire, how can your skin be so warm…” she asked as her head fell back in a gasp.
“I fed on the way over,” he mumbled, without lifting his mouth from her chest.
****
David silenced her next question with a kiss. Her mouth melted into his and he could feel her body becoming pliant beneath him despite her previous inhibitions. Her knees parted to allow him access, and he kept his lips pressed firmly against hers while he subtly eased his right hand down her body to rest on her hip. She sighed her approval … her breath warming the inside of his mouth and giving him an indication of her arousal. Her moan permission to proceed. When he dipped his index finger into the junction between her legs he found her moist and wanting. His slipped a second finger and then a third while she arched her back and moaned in approval. The sensation of her body bucking in appreciation of his fingers drove him insane with arousal but he knew she wasn’t quite ready for him. He wanted her first time to be perfect. He continued stroking, his mouth followed the contours of her chin, kissed down her beautiful long neck and came to rest on her left breast. When he flicked his tongue over the tip of her nipple, she mewed her approval and surprised him with her verbal request.
“Make love to me.”
“Not yet, kitten,” he told her, although his cock throbbed in acknowledgement of her request. “Not yet.” He withdrew his fingers, stopping at the entrance to massage gentle circles over her slick swollen clit until she began to buck against his hands.
“Oh god, David.” She groaned, her eyes closing, her jaw dropping. “Oh, David.”
His body already throbbed with impatience to be inside her, and when she called his name, it was more than he could stand. He gave in to his own desire, catching a wave of her orgasm in a quick, gentle thrust. The tip of his erection eased into her moist entrance, a little deeper with each push, stretching her until he felt the slight resistance of her maidenhead. He forced himself to remain still, allowing her body the chance to adjust to his size. She surprised him when she thrust her hips up to meet him, forcing him deeper inside and she continued to pulse beneath him, taking him deeper and deeper into her tight core. For a moment she grimaced as he pushed past both her physical and mental barriers and then she relaxed, her body accepting all of him, scorching him, loving him.
His fangs extended to full length, drawn to the pull of her blood as it pulsed just beneath the surface of her skin. Her flushed skin and warm body called to his blood lust and he imagined the taste of her blood on his tongue, in his mouth, in his cells. No. It was too soon. She had given him her trust. He could not, would not ask any more of her tonight. It was enough that she had trusted him with her body, he couldn’t risk frightening her by showing her his true nature. His needs could wait. Tonight he would concentrate on attending to her desires.
She convulsed beneath him, her fingernails dug into the flesh of his back, her eyes hooded, heavy with desire and her mouth curled blissfully at the sides. Her moans came in soft mewing gasps, melting his heart. She was purring for him and he wanted to make this moment last forever. Whimpering, she threw back her head, exposing the soft, smooth skin of her throat, making his gums throb in reaction to the vivid blue of her veins. He needed a taste, just a tiny sip of her blood to keep a small part of her inside him. Leaning down, he kissed the skin on her throat above her carotid artery and allowed his fangs to extend, only enough to prick the skin, drawing a few drops of blood which he lapped up, his tongue instantly closing the wound. The taste was exhilarating. His body reacted to the nectar of her essence. He drove deeper inside her, again and again until he could feel himself coming. With a final thrust, he came in a tidal wave of emotions: lust, love, pure ecstasy.
Her body reacted to the throbbing of his shaft with a shiver that shook her whole body. She gave a final moan, shuddered, and sank sleepily into the mattress.
“If I had known that having sex was as good as this,” she confessed, “I might not have held out for so long.”
“Making love.” David corrected her as he rolled over onto his back taking her with him so she lay across his chest, their bodies still intimately joined. “Having sex and making-love are very different.”
Meaghan frowned. “Okay, explain the difference.”
David’s mouth curled on the left side and his eyebrows knit together. “Promise you won’t stake me?”
She answered his question with a nod but her frown remained.
“Well, over the centuries I’ve had sex with many women.” He paused when he saw Meaghan’s annoyed expression. “Let me finish, kitten. As I said, I’ve had sex with these women … for fun. It was mutually pleasurable and usually one-night stands. I may be a vampire but I am first and foremost a man with male needs and I was beginning to doubt that I would ever meet you.”
“Meet me? You were expecting me?”
David could feel his desire build up anew and judging by Meaghan’s expression, she could feel his shaft swelling inside her.
“Again?”
“I have something I’d like to show you,” he told her before cupping her head in his large hand and drawing her mouth to his lips.
Meaghan lifted her head. “I think I’ve seen it before,” she teased, the smile spreading across her face.
Cupping her bottom, he drew her against his hips, thrusting into her as he held her for support. As she found her own rhythm; he released her buttocks, his hands reaching her breasts. Squeezing. Massaging. She rode him with the skill of an expert equestrian, her timing perfect as she leaned forward, allowing her right nipple to brush his mouth. He pounced on the stiff peak, sucking greedily at the nipple while kneading the breast, tweaking the left nipple in time to his mouth.
She threw her head back and purred, “What was it you wanted to show me?”
“Later,” he told her, “much, much later.”