Learning Curve

Chapter 6 - Lucky 7

The first minute is anticipatory.

They make the dash straight for his room, their steps light and the sounds of their giggles making them seem more like a pair of lovesick teens rather than respectable adults. He fumbles once or twice when trying to unlock the door, but manages in the end, throwing it open with a rather loud bang that startles the shrunken head at the knob. But if the head had said anything of importance, neither Ericka nor Dracula took notice. They were too preoccupied with each other to care.

He practically throws her atop the bed, her body landing with a small bounce onto the soft linen sheets, wrinkling them slightly under the force of her body weight as he proceeds to lay on top of her, pinning her to the mattress. She could feel his hands all over her body, caressing her curves, peeling her clothes off in haste. The kisses are hot and heavy, pressing down upon her neck and leaving light marks in their wake. She couldn't discern when exactly he'd bared himself down, or when her own attire had been tossed aside, but it didn't matter. The heat between their bodies was already evident, and the physical intimacy that was to follow would only heightened the arousal further.

The second minute's a tease.

His tongue sweeps across hers, those long, distinguishable fangs nibbling gently at her bottom lip as he fingered a nipple beneath the pads of his deft fingers. She moans softly, arching against him with an eagerness that was impossible to contain. She could feel his erection growing against her thigh, pressing against the soft skin and making his intentions obvious. His fingers slide from her breast to guide his slick member between the lips of her womanhood, pushing a little, but not quite entering just yet. Her eyes fall closed as the process is drawn, his shaft rubbing along the sensitive folds and causing them to dampen further. Frustration seizes her for a brief flit of a moment, wanting him inside her already and wishing that she wasn't being put through this delightful bout of torture.

Then, answering her unvoiced call, he inserts fully into the moist cavern of her core in one fluid motion, stretching her walls to their limits and driving every bit of air from her lungs as pleasure ripples along her body.

The third minute is slow.

As always, he allowed her a breath of time so that her body could adjust to his size as needed. He was long and thick, but she was able to accommodate him perfectly without much difficulty. From the second his length breached her tight opening, she knew what to expect, as did he. It came as an automatic response; her legs wrapping around his hips, her arms snaking around to grip his shoulders, and the own burial of his face in the crook of her neck as they got into position and he finally began to move. The thrust was deep, but gentle in its intent, and her inner walls instinctively tightened around his shaft as she began to ride the wave of pleasure that naturally overtook her being.

The fourth minute is frantic.

Her nails dig into his shoulders as he begins to pump vigorously into her, the sounds of their skin clapping together echoing through the room along with the persistent thump of the headboard against the wall. She moans his name in a low whisper as she jerks her hips up to meet his rhythm, matching him thrust for thrust and sending tremors wracking her entire body. Sweat begins to coat her skin in a layer of glistening beads, and it felt as though it was becoming harder to gasp in air. Her breathing had become short and labored, her chest rising and falling rapidly as he penetrated further and further, and she could sense the beginning of contractions in her womb. The feeling was recognizable, and she wished for it desperately to break through already.

The fifth minute is unbearable.

She arches her back, pressing her breasts tighter against his muscled chest as he continues pounding away at her, reeling them both rapidly into climax as the pleasure grows and grows. The sensations were almost blinding, the feel of being completely stretched and filled overwhelming her mind. Every nerve in her body seemed alight with electricity, buzzing with anticipation for the release that was screaming to come. Closer, and closer, and closer, until finally it happened.

The sixth minute is intense.

She trembled violently as the shockwave of orgasm tore through her, tensing her muscles all at once and sending spasms radiating throughout her core and limbs. A primal cry erupted from her throat as the pleasures bursts free like fireworks, exploding outwards and engulfing her senses with blinding flashes. Her name is screamed from his lips in an agonized shout as he, too, reaches that delicious pinnacle of ecstacy. His seed spills hotly within, filling her with a joyous warmth as she tossed her head back, scrunched her eyes shut, and arched her back, clenching and spasming around his member. Then, their bodies collapse into each other, limbs tangled together, with sweat and sex clinging to bare skin as the room fell silent.

The last minute is bliss.

They lay together in contented silence for some time, still holding each other close and breathing softly. Her mind was still clouded by lust; nothing else mattered but him. Nothing existed except them and their bodies pressed close together, holding each other tightly as they regained consciousness. She nuzzles against his pale shoulder blades with every breath, inhaling the musky scent deeply in an attempt to calm her racing heart. Drac shifts against her, turning his head so that their eyes met. A languid kiss follows, gentle and sweet on her parted pink lips. He cradles her face tenderly between his cool hands, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear and gazing at her with a look of adoration. He doesn't need to say anything for her to know that he loved her. His actions said it loud and clear. His loving glances, the lingering touches, his soft caresses; all of it spoke volumes.

His fingers then weave their way to intertwine with hers, rubbing a thumb gently over the back of her knuckles. She looked down at it as he grazed over the red-gemmed jewelry that was on one of her fingers and smiled fondly - her engagement ring. The little spider had gone dormant for the sake of their privacy as they performed the act. It was a beautiful little gemstone that she would wear proudly until it was switched out for a wedding ring. She smirked at the thought. To become Dracula's wife! United with her zing always and forever. It was the most pleasant of surprises to be bestowed upon her that morning when he stole her away to the rooftop and proposed right there and then in front of their friends. Her entire world was changed in the best of ways, and she'd taken him away right after to make her appreciation known.

And she would make it known again, the night that was no doubt a few months away - once everything was set and planned - when she officially became Mrs. Ericka van Dracula.