Bo’s eyes riveted on me, started glowing red. I slowed, took my time raising the sweatshirt’s hem, put a little wow-chicka-wow-wow into it. Gave my breasts a shake while I slipped off my gun, set it aside. Turned with a smile, bent over and wiggled as I peeled down my jeans.
Everything felt different with a sexy guy watching. My breasts felt fuller, heavier. My clothes rubbed coming off, rasping against my skin.
Even the air felt different. Hot, moving. Currents ran along the curves of my breasts and belly, streamed between my thighs.
I crawled back onto the bed, directly onto Bo. Retaking his hands, I lowered myself onto his hot washboard of a tummy. Bump, bump, bump. Oh, yeah. The friction of his rumblestrip belly burned into fire.
Urgently now, I kissed Bo’s gorgeous lips. Thrust my tongue into his mouth. Swiped the entire length of a fang.
He reacted like a bronco. His muscles clenched, his body arched up off the mattress, wrenching so hard he nearly threw me. I seized his torso with my thighs to keep from being unseated. He bucked at the tight pressure, his belly rasping hot against me.
“Mmm. More.” I licked fang again.
He arched like a wild stallion. “Elena,” he gasped. “You’re killing me, sweetheart.”
“That’s the idea.” I squirmed on his stomach, slipping in the moisture between us.
“You’re going to fall off.” He was panting, hoarse. “Maybe you should anchor yourself.” “What a great idea.” I reached behind and pulled up his hot anchor. Raised my hips.
Planted myself on his long, hard shaft.
He sucked in a lungful of air. Swallowed several more times. Let his breath out slowly, a long, hissing groan.
“Ready?” I asked sweetly.
“Stars above, Elena. I wasn’t ready for that. You’re burning.”
I flexed my pussy. He shrieked. I smiled. Kegels did wonders for the woman on top.
Slowly, I took the tip of a long, luscious fang into my mouth. Sucked lightly.
Bo roared. His hips drove up, hard enough to impale me to my eyeballs. He nearly bucked me off.
At the last second his arm wrapped around my waist. His chest was mottled red. His cock throbbed heavily inside me. His eyes were clamped shut, his nostrils flared. His mouth was wide open in a silent shout of agony—or ecstasy.
He was ready to come. But I wanted more. I grabbed his ears and licked both fangs. He made a throttled noise, like he was dying. His control, I could tell, was almost gone.
Almost wasn’t good enough.
I pulled the whole length of fang into my mouth and suckled.
Bo screamed. Both thick arms shot around me. With great, muscular strokes, he began to beat up into me, hard.
I could only hang on for the ride. Clutching at his mighty pectorals, I closed my eyes, loving the feel of his strong hot body undulating between my thighs. “More. Oh, more.”