The Best Way To Wake Up

“Is that collar too heavy, love?” I didn’t bother to look up at him. I remained affixed to his cock, gently suckling his soft and swollen head. He tried so hard to hold back his groans, but I heard them. Smirking around him, I lowered my mouth, letting his tip hit the back of my throat. He moaned so softly, gently tethering his hand to the back of my head. 

“Sweetheart. I’m not even awake- uh, yet…” he futilely protested. I pulled back, looking him in the eye. I swirled my tongue slowly around him, gently breathing hot air against his taught skin. 

“Fuck babe…you’re still not…getting any…,” he groaned, bucking his hips up. Unexpectedly, he rammed himself into the soft pallet of my throat. I gagged harshly, mucus and thick spit slowly trailing into his bush. I heard him chuckle, the cruel sound making my pussy clench around nothing. I glared at him, slowly letting his dick slip out between my lips. 

 “I’ve been good,” I whined. He shook his head, staring at me. 

“This behavior is not ‘good’. I have a long shift at work today you know,” I pouted at him. He could see my gears turning, trying to come up with ways to convince him to stay and break my month long punishment. He smirked at me, grabbing the base of his dick to pump gently. 

“You’ve been acting up these last three days. I’m not sure if I’m too happy about it,” the glint in his eye said he was. I smiled, flashing him the little snaggletooth he was obsessed with. Using just my fingertips, I stroked from the bottom of his sack just to where his grip started. He leaned back into his pillow with a loud sigh. 

“I’ll make it up to you,” I cooed softly, enjoying this almost as much as he was. 

“This doesn’t count,” he moaned, gently bucking his hips against his own grip. Smirking and teasing his sensitive member, I continued. 

“I know you’ve been without any for as long as me. I know you’re fighting back,” I felt him throb at my words. Silence responded back to me as he thought it over. 

“I’ll give you everything you’ve been asking for; if, you let me feed on you,” he angled his head up to look down at me. I felt my heartbeat pick up at the offer. I knew what it really entailed; the weight it really held. Werewolf blood to a vampire was similar to ecstasy. He was going to fuck me, feed on me, and have a nice little trip while I’m left anemic and dazed. It was the only thing we had yet to do. The addictive power of caving and being intimate that way was beyond tempting. It’s one of those things where you do it once, and you never do anything else again. I cocked my head at him, intrigued by this offer. 

“Really?” If my tail had been visible, it would’ve been beating on the mattress. 

“Really baby,” he smirked. A quick nod was all the confirmation he needed before we were flipped in position. He was now straddling me, and I was laying on his pillow. His scent filled my nostrils, sending a wave of heat through my body. He leaned down over me before clashing our lips and teeth together. I didn’t care when my teeth hit his, borderline painfully. I wanted to consume him. 

He pulled away for a moment, both of us gasping for air. With one hand, he grabbed my collar, yanking it into his firm grip. His other hand trailed down between us, sliding up against my lips. Expertly parting them with his index finger, he rubbed little circles over my clit. My own hips bucked up off the mattress, a strangled mewl coming from my throat as intense pleasure fluttered into my stomach. 

 “Fuck! Michael!” I called out. He only leaned forward to silence my voice with his mouth, feverishly trying to feel the entire cavern of it with his tongue. I moaned loudly into his gums, turning to complete putty beneath him. 

“Oh darling, you feel so good,” he chuckled softly, lowering his finger against my entrance. I tried to hold still, tried to hide how desperate I was, but that was impossible. I ruthlessly humped against his touch, wanting more than anything to feel it enter me. To my dismay, he pulled his hand completely away. He straightened above me, admiring me. 

 “You’re so pretty,” the hand on my collar tightened, my blood rushing loudly in my ears. I softly groaned, my hips bucking against nothing now. 

 “Please honey,” I begged pathetically. The gleam in his eye became inflamed. With one practiced move, he had my collar off and thrown across the room. His lips were feverishly rushing along my throat and collarbone, distracting me as he lined himself up. With one thrust, he slid inside my soaked and swollen hole. 

 “Oh fuck!” I nearly screamed out, gripping onto the comforter with white knuckles. He hunched atop me, a loud moan ripping from his throat. We both laid there, motionless, feeling each other pulsing and becoming the same temperature. 

“Doing okay?” He whispered into my ear. I gave a small nod, any movement eliciting an automatic moan. My brain felt like mush. 

“Good. I love you,” he kissed my cheek, flicking his tongue over the spot playfully. 

“I love you,” I gasped breathily as his hips began to slowly move. The squelching we were making only turned me on more. His mouth opened upon my throat, his teeth eagerly sinking into my soft flesh. The most pornographic moan left my body as my hips rutted against his. As he drank from me, he moaned between slurps. His rhythm quickly picked up, becoming animalistic and losing the beat. The bed violently slammed against the wall, leaving harsh marks of our love making. An eruption of release suddenly forced my pussy to pulse and throb around him. My vision faded as my orgasm rocked through my entire body. I felt him stiffen violently before groaning loudly. I felt my pussy become full, seeping hot semen down my crevices and onto the bed. 

He collapsed atop me, breathing as if he had just outrun a predator. While we both gave ourselves a moment to recover, I winced as his softening cock slipped out from my sensitive folds. 

“That was a long month,” he spoke first, laughing. I burst into laughter as well, running my nails lightly down his sweaty bare back. My voice had yet to come back to me. My entire body was gently shaking. I felt as though I would float away if I tried to stand. It was pure bliss. I kissed his throat, almost purring against him. He lifted himself to look down at me, smiling fondly before kissing the fresh wounds on my skin. They stung deliciously. His eyes were glazed over, the pupils taking up any color there was. He got off me to curl up next to me, pulling me into his chest. He smelt deliciously of sweat and spices. 

“You are so much fun,” he kissed the top of my head, holding me. I smiled, not caring whether I was going to drift off into sleep, or lay here forever with him. 

“I love you,” I managed to slur out. We snuggled into each other’s arms, our quickened breaths and deep sighs becoming longer and slower as we drifted into sleep. Next time, maybe he would drag it out to two months.