Simmer Down Sunday - Excerpt: Travel In Stillness

Something yummy about vampires going at each other after being apart for more than a century...

            Moving down her body leaving behind heated and wanton kisses, Quinn trains her legs about his neck before delving deep between her folds. Genevieve’s body arches and hands grip the sheets as she groans with satisfaction.

           Wanting to savor every last cell of the body he’s been denied for more than one hundred fifty years, Quinn pulls away, and spreads her legs open as wide as they can afford. “I have to know what I’ve been missing,” he breathes and in an instant his fangs protract and find their way into her delicate thigh hitting the profunda artery.

           Genevieve cries out in ecstasy, biting her lip drawing blood with her own protracted fangs. As he drinks her blood the middle and ring finger on Quinn’s right hand glide into her slick pussy and the deft thumb finds her clit.

           “Quinn,” she groans when she begins to feel light-headed. “Don’t drink too much,” she sighs, but he’s gone a little mad and doesn’t hear her. His grip has become possessive as if he is no longer in control of his own body.

           The flood of images he gleans through her blood proves him right; she still loves and craves him. Fuel to his blaze, Quinn’s overwhelmed wanting to know everything she’s seen and becomes relentless; his fingers fucking her throughout.

           “Quinn…” she begs. The combined sensations of Quinn sucking the essence from her as he also fucks her senseless is almost too much for Genevieve and the room starts to spin and she fears she will soon pass out. “Quinn!!!” she cries delivering a severe scratch to his back.

           “OOOW!” he roars rearing up, her blood staining his face, and dripping from his canines. “What the fuck?” he pants, but then he sees her fluttering. Chuckling, he leans forward and nips at her neck before telling her in her ear, “You can have some of mine if it makes you feel better.” The scratch on his back closes as he kisses her lips.

            Her blood begins to pump, echoing in his head giving him just half a second to prepare for assault. It isn’t long before Genevieve has Quinn’s member in her mouth teasing him with the idea that she could puncture him any second. “You wouldn’t…” he besieges, but is surprised at just how erotic the idea she might choose from here to drink and a part of him hopes she will.

            It’s this thought that proves to be Quinn’s downfall because Genevieve hasn’t forgotten any of his spots and brings him to his pinnacle faster than he would have liked. “I want to make love to you, Genny,” he begs, “don’t make me come now!”

            Giggling, Genevieve takes his cock all the way down her throat, and unhinging her jaw she bites him at the base, which causes him to come in that moment. “GENNY!!!!” he thunders as his body convulses spilling his seed down her throat as she drinks his blood; each swallow torture for the sensitive tip of his spent cock.

            Groaning, he grips her at the crown of her head allowing his eyes to lull closed. The world around him threatens to go dark as she drains him when he blinks and sees her now hovering over him, a wicked grin on her bloodstained lips. It isn’t long before he realizes she’s riding him and he cups her face rising up to kiss her. “I never could lie to you, could I?” she lilts.

            Quinn throws Genny onto her back. “You never were very good at it with anyone, let alone me,” he says biting her neck tasting some more of her. “But for the time being, my love,” he moans pulling from her careful to not drink too much this time, “let’s just enjoy one another, shall we?” Genevieve replies by sinking her fangs into his neck.