Learning Curve

Chapter 4 - Double Entendre

A steady stream of sunlight angling itself just right upon Ericka's eyes is what awakened the Van Helsing the following morning.

With a groggy yawn she made to rise, perhaps a bit too quickly as the sudden unfamiliar feel of aching muscles jolted into her system. She stilled once she'd sat up, allowing the sensation to dwell down a bit as the memories came flooding back of her night with Drac. The voluminous bedsheets; the abandoned swim garments on the floor; the throbbing ache between her legs...

A sudden snore from next to her snapped Ericka from her thoughts. She peered down, her heart fluttering at the sight of her vampire still slumbering in a contented state. He looked so peaceful, one arm hanging off the edge of the mattress and the other loosely draped around her waist. Ericka sighed softly, gently smoothing back the tousled hair and caressing the marble-like contour of his cheek. He was such a wonderful man to love... For him to bring her to heights of passion she'd never thought possible and to care for her even after all that had happened on the night of the cruise. He truly was a prince of darkness, and hardly deserving of a woman like her. But, he somehow found her worthy of his love nonetheless, and for that she was ever grateful.

As if sensing her gaze on him, Drac stirred some, turning over slightly before mumbling something incoherently in his sleep.

Ericka laughed softly, unable to help herself. Her boyfriend was just absolutely adorable when sleeping.

She watched as his lashes fluttered slightly, his mouth twitching as he shifted in his sleep to find a more comfortable position on the bed. Ericka smiled, reaching out a hand to stroke his rich black locks, caressing the strong jaw, tracing over the sharp collarbone at the base of his neck and lightly grazing over his built chest with her fingertips. Now that they were not in the frenzy of their previous activities, she could take the time to study him properly and fully appreciate every detail. And he really was a handsome man.

She continued trailing her fingers down the smooth planes of his body until she reached his abdomen, where they paused for a second at the sheets that covered his lower extremities. Ericka swallowed hard, feeling her own breath hitch in anticipation as she tentatively pulled them back a fraction to begin exposing the most notable part of him. Then another fraction. And another. Finally, she resorted to tugging the entire sheet off of themselves completely. His naked torso lay bare before her, pale skin contrasting with the rosy hue that hers held. Her eyes drifted over every feature in awe, and naturally gravitated towards his member which remained prominent atop his lean thighs. She marveled at its length, even in a boneless state, and blushed with the knowledge that somehow in someway it was actually inside of her last night. The flush in her cheeks continued to rise as she also knew that it would most certainly not be the last time either.

In a touch of boldness, she reached for it, sliding a finger up between his legs and lightly tracing the outline of his shaft. To her relief, he did not immediately react to what she would have figured to be like a ticklish sensation. In fact, he appeared completely unaware of it as he continued to sleep. She smiled and continued her exploration, adding more fingers until both of her hands encircled his length. She felt its firmness, the ridged texture of its surface and the smooth pink head that was at the tip once she drew the foreskin down. Still on the lookout for a reaction, she took her index finger and began to circle the tip with a featherlight touch. After about three or four passes with this, Ericka felt his body begin to stir beneath her. A deep groan emanated from his throat, almost sounding as if he were actually waking. She smiled and watched him continue to writhe underneath her fingertips. Her fingers continued tracing its length up and down a few times, the movements becoming a comfort to her after a little while and she found herself grinning wider at how responsive the Count was even as he dozed. He twitched and twisted a few times, and finally opened his drowsy eyes to look at her.