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closed. When his hands found the edge of my panties and tore them too, I realized I was really going to do this. I was going to have sex with a vampire, with Aram. God help me, what would my mother think? I thought, stunned at my own lust and daring. My mother would have probably told me to have at it and make sure I had a wonderful time. She’d always been cool like that.
    Aram’s hands were now on my inner thighs and he was pushing his body further down the bed and all thoughts of my mother whooshed out of my mind with the feel of his mouth on me. I squirmed and gasped which only seemed to delight him, it drove him onwards to do more and different things, each of which made me writhe in ecstasy. His lips and tongue were so skilled and slowly I began to feel something building, a growing weight somewhere just above where Aram was currently sucking. I had never had an orgasm before although I had read about it, mostly from romance novels I would never admit to reading out loud for fear of titters and giggles from my friends. But reading about it and experiencing it were undoubtedly two different things. All of Aram’s preamble and teasing to ready me for this over the past few weeks had never quite gotten that far but had its desired effect, it made me hungry for more. I dug my fingers into Aram’s curls gripping them tight when he turned away from my core to nuzzle my thigh.
    I felt his fangs a second before he bit down and screamed as the orgasm broke over me in a wave that sent me crashing back to the bed in blinded euphoria. My body kept shaking with littler waves as he sucked at the wound, then I felt his tongue slide out over the skin, gently licking till the two tiny fang marks closed off.
    He looked up at me, licking blood and other things from his lips and by the time I could focus on his face, his pants, the nice black ones he’d been in all night, were gone. I looked down his back as he leaned over me to lick circles around my belly; Aram’s butt was pale, high and tight. It was a fabulous bottom and I wanted him to move closer so I could get my hands on it. I looked towards his face to ask him just that and I saw another part of his anatomy that was a lot more interesting.
    Erect, Aram stood out from his body by what must have been about eight inches. It was pale like the rest of him but flushed by the blood he had just taken giving it a pink almost mother of pearl look. The hair around it was light brown, very fine and looked like it might be soft under the touch. Aram stroked my face and I turned to look up at him realizing I’d been staring at it.
    “Do you want me to?” I looked down again involuntary so he would get my meaning. He smiled but shook his head.
    “Not this night although sometime I would very much enjoy that.”
    He pressed his mouth to mine and he tasted metallic and sweet. I reached down while he was focused on our kiss and ran my hand into the hair above his erection. It was soft and as I slid my hand up along the length of him, I was so into the new sensation of touching him so intimately, he shuddered and moaned. I kept stroking him till he forced my hand away from him and forced them up to the top of the bed. I looked at him with a naughty smile which he returned. He nibbled my ear which at the moment happened to really do it for me and whispered into it.
    “Are you ready my darling?”
    I couldn’t speak, I could feel him pressing against my flesh, demanding permission, demanding entrance and it stole all the loving and sweet words I had dreamed up to use at this moment. Instead I just nodded. He held my hips in both his hands and–with a talent he must have developed over years-he slid into me in one, long, smooth line. I cried out, only a little from pain but mostly from pleasure and wrapped my arms around him. I felt one little tear roll down my cheek as he drew his hips back and thrust into me again. Aram kissed the little tear and with a smile decided to tease me just a