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Naked, sightless, and bound to the bedposts by my wrists, I struggled against my restraints, but even though the fabric they were made from was nearly weightless, they held fast. "If one of your hands doesn't touch me again right this second, Nick, I'll kill you."
After the last time he had spoken near my ear, I'd felt his hands withdraw from my body, maddeningly. And now, they'd remained gone for at least three seconds, plenty long enough to frustrate me into making my threat. Obviously, Nick had decided to start the "torture" part of my "new sensual experience.” However, in response to my threat, instead of touching me again, the only thing I felt was his warm breath as he chuckled quietly near my ear and then spoke just as quietly.
"How, exactly, would a mere human woman kill a vampire?"
I supposed she couldn't and wouldn't, since she didn't have her supernatural witch powers back yet. However, I certainly wasn't about to say this. Frankly, I could barely even remember this. I was involved in what was currently happening to the point that I barely remembered what Nick had told me the night before, barely remembered my own name even.
However, even as “far gone” as I was, I had the thought to want to assure Nick that I never again would earnestly try to kill him by simply play off my threat like a joke. "How, exactly, would a 'mere human woman' kill a vampire? Well, just keep your hands off me for another few seconds, Nick, and you'll find out. I think I'll start first by tying you up. Then, I’ll move on to a few dropkicks to your midsection. I don't think you realize just how powerful a 'mere human woman' can be when she's incredibly sexually frustrated."
Nick chuckled. "Well, now I'm really frightened. Maybe I should move on before I frustrate you any further."
"Yes, maybe you should. And you can start by moving one of your hands where it was before."
"Oh, you mean when I had my hand right here?"
I suddenly felt long, strong fingers brushing across my slick feminine lips, and I sighed, arching my back. "Yes. Right there. That’s perfect. But...like I said before...maybe move your fingers a little more toward the center. I have a certain spot that's getting a little desperate for some very direct attention."
Nick, who I sensed was on his side beside me, chuckled again and moved his fingers a little higher up, almost to my lower stomach. "Oh, you mean right here?"
"Oh, don't be clueless."
He glided his fingers over to the side of my hip and began slowly stroking my bare skin. "My mistake. But now I think I've found that certain spot of yours. It’s right here…on your hip. Right?"
Gritting my teeth, I just remained silent for a long moment. "You know...I do find you funny sometimes, but right now, I'm finding you the least funny person of...oh!"
He had suddenly “found” my "spot," and not only that, but he'd also simultaneously slid what felt like two fingers inside of me. If I'd had to guess, I would have guessed that a thumb was on my throbbing spot, and this thumb was connected to the same hand that the fingers were. Within a second or two, after my gasp had turned into a moan of pleasure, I heard Nick's voice near my ear.
"How about now? Is that the right spot?"
He began slowly pulling his fingers out of me and then sliding them back in again, each time bumping and stroking my most sensitive spot with his thumb.
I responded with a series of moans, grinding my head back into the pillows. "That's perfect. Please don't stop."
He didn't, and soon he added an additional little twist on the move he was doing. Seeming to curl his fingers, he began tickling some specific spot inside of me each time he pulled his fingers out, and tickling was the only way I could think of to describe it. The sensation was new to me because the spot being tickled was a spot I'd never even known I had. I guessed it was what I'd heard called the G-spot, though I'd certainly never had it touched in any way before.
I definitely would have remembered the experience because the sensation was like nothing I'd ever felt before in my life. Intensely pleasurable, though not in the exact same way as having my other spot stroked, it was a sensation that rendered me completely speechless, only able to communicate in gasps and sighs.
When I soon felt Nick’s warm mouth on one of my nipples, my gasps and sighs became cries of increasing pleasure. If things continued the way they were going, I knew I was going to tumble over the brink within a minute. However, as I usually did, I wanted to do that while feeling something other than fingers inside of me. I wanted to feel Nick thrusting his rock-hard cock into my depths. When I spoke, though, my request wasn't quite as articulate.
"Please, Nick. I need you inside of me.”
I suddenly couldn't speak anymore because Nick’s warm, firm, hungry mouth was on mine, kissing me with such intensity that I saw stars on the inside of my silky blindfold. The fact that he was kissing me didn't seem to impair the coordination of what he was doing with his fingers in the least. He continued on with his stroking and tickling, further increasing my desperate need.
He soon broke our kiss, removed his fingers from me, and began repositioning himself on the bed. However, instead of moving up near my face, he moved between my legs, gently spreading them even farther with a low growl. Wanting to grab his hips and pull him toward me, I instinctively went to move my hands, but of course, I found that I couldn't. My silky restraints were still holding. I was so desperate to be filled by his hard cock at this point, though, that I felt like I could shred the restraints with just a few good tugs, so I tried.
"Just let me grab on to you, Nick. I can't wait any longer."
Not only did my tugs not shred the restraints, but I actually only seemed to tighten them somehow. But it didn't even matter. I didn't need my hands to grab Nick's hips to try to pull him toward me in an attempt to hasten him entering me. No sooner than I'd said I couldn't wait any longer, I felt him slide his long, thick pole inside of me, which he did with a long, low groan from someplace so deep inside his chest that I felt the vibrations from it beneath me on the bed.
I groaned myself, the sound tapering off into a whimper of gratitude at my desperation finally being met. "Yes. Yes, Nick."
Feeling to me as if he were on his knees, he began thrusting into my slickness, grunting, with his hands on my bent legs. Soon, I told him in a breathy whisper how good he felt, and a low growl was his immediate response. I then felt him shift his position slightly in order to penetrate me more deeply, and the act seemed to suddenly intensify the pleasure I was feeling at his powerful thrusts.
Or maybe my pleasure had intensified because he had suddenly increased the pace of his thrusts; I wasn't even sure. All I knew was that with one large, beyond-stiffened shaft sliding in and out of my slick depths, I was experiencing erotic pleasure like I'd never dreamed was possible before.
The fact that I was still restrained, essentially powerless, only added to this extreme pleasure, as did the fact that I couldn't even see because of the dark, silky blindfold still covering my eyes. This temporary blindness seemed like it had intensified all my other senses, from my hearing, to my touch, my taste, and my sense of smell. And it was that last sense that seemed to be the most intensified.
With him so close to me, Nick’s masculine scent wafted into my nostrils the strongest I'd ever smelled it before. It probably helped that he was perspiring a bit, which I sensed that he was, just based on the fact that his scent held the faint tang of salt. But what it smelled like most was woodsy, mossy earth, which smelled heavenly to me. In fact, it was a scent that I thought I might be able to get used to smelling daily for the rest of my life.
Nick continued on with the faster pace of his thrusts, clutching my bent legs to his hardened chest now. And in the end, that was what sent me over the edge. Just me picturing how he looked doing what he was doing to me, and that he could see and hear how much I was enjoying what he was doing even though I couldn’t see it. It also crossed my mind that he could see me eagerly lift my hips a degree or two each and every time he drove his considerable length into me.
I announced my climax with a cry so loud that it startled even me. Nick began thrusting into me the deepest he had yet, bringing me a new wave of mind-bending bliss with each powerful stroke. Thrashing against my restraints, I cried out several more times, my cries eventually just becoming the word yes, yelled at practically the top of my lungs.
By my third or fourth yes, Nick was spilling his masculine essence inside of me with a growl, and my face had gone tingly like it had when I'd hyperventilated at a rock concert once during my teen years. This time, though, I barely even noticed my tingly face. And by the time Nick rolled off of me, my facial tingles had turned into an intense-though-not-at-all-unpleasant rush of warmth that seemed to flow from my cheeks down to the rest of my body.
It was the kind of warmth that made me think a round-two climax was soon in store for me, and I wasn't wrong. Within twenty minutes, Nick was thrusting into me once again with loud growls and groans, and it wasn't long before I reached a blissful peak once more. Little did I know that all this early morning sexual satisfaction was going to have to last me for a long, long time.