"What are you?" He asks me, breaking the silence. I am quite shocked by this question. Mostly because I don't even know how to answer it.
"Werewolf. I think... And you are a vampire," I state. He nods.
"You don't smell like a werewolf." He lifts his...
"You know, you're not the only one who has thought about undressing the other," I whisper in his ear, as my hands start to unbutton the top buttons on his shirt. He leans back and looks into my eyes, surprised with me. He's probably not used to women taking the lead - oh well, sooner or later he will get used to it. I will make sure so.
"Careful, I might lose control," he responds in a low, seductive and raspy voice. Oh no, I can't allow that to happen now, can I?
"On your knees," I command him, and his eyes widen in shock once again. I just nod down to the floor with a superior look. Then a slow smirk covers his face, as he lowers it in reverence and then sinks to the ground.
"As you wish M'lady," he answers with a hint of amusement in his voice. As he now kneels with one knee on the ground, and the other knee up - kind of like when you propose, just lower - I slowly put one foot up on his raised knee. He looks up at me with that same smirk, as his hands creep up my leg, all the way down from the ankle, and then up under my chemise, to the top of the stocking at my upper thigh. I gasp slightly, but quickly regain control over myself, eager to remain in the dominant position of this affair, for just a while longer.
"Unbuckle it," I then command, to which Dom nods obligingly, as I feel his hands pop open the small latch on the garter, making the stocking slide down a few inches on my thigh. Again Dom's hands move slowly down my thigh, tickling all the way, before he pulls the stocking off, while keeping eye contact the entire time.
We repeat on the other side, and now I feel even more bare. Isobel is a real enthusiast when it comes to Victorian fashion, which means that all of my items of clothing are of that time. Which also means, that I'm not wearing any panties, as I'm sure Dom knows, judging by the hungry look on his face.
I put my foot down on the ground again, before leaning forward and grabbing onto Dom's collar and pulling him up on his feet again.
"Your turn," I then command with a small nod. Dom responds in a way I didn't foresee, as he starts to move towards me and then circling me. His hands stroke across me as he moves around my body before he halts just behind me. He lowers his head down to my neck, and plasters wet and light kisses from my cheekbone to my collarbone. I try to fight against the urge to expose my neck for easier access, as I know this is a powerplay on his end, and I won't surrender yet.
He notices my self-restraint, which only entices him further, as he then slides his hands over my shoulders before they meet just below the middle of my collarbone, where a simple string holds the neckline of my chemise together. He grabs one end of the string and starts to pull, and I see the bow slowly being undone.
"You sure you don't want me to do this instead?" he rumbles in my ear, sending chills through my body and into my breasts, making my nipples harden. I'm both mortified but also turned on, as I notice how evident they are through the fabric. I hear Dom breathe heavily as he spots them as well, and I can't help but lean backwards to feel his body against mine. It seems I'm not the only one whose body parts have turned hard. I feel my throat almost clench up in anticipation, and I start to breathe more heavily as well.
I then spin around, unable to bear the excitement any longer, as I pull his face down towards mine and kiss him fiercely and deeply. My hands scramble over his shoulders, trying to pull off his clothes, but I seem to have a hard time as I'm not looking at what I'm doing. Dom resolves the issue, however, by pulling back and quickly ripping his shirt off over his head before tossing it on the floor. Then his lips are back on mine, and my tongue on his.
His fingers then find the small bow on my chemise again, and then his kiss slows down, just before he pulls back to look at me. My heart pounds fast and my chest rises and falls quickly from my ragged breath. It stops completely, however, when I see the look in his eyes. It's so intense with desire and restraint, and I know it must match mine perfectly.
I hold his gaze, as he slowly unravels the bow making the chemise fall to the ground around me. Only then does he dare look down as he drinks in every detail of my body. He just stares for a few seconds, but I never feel exposed or uncomfortable under his gaze. If he likes the sight of my body now, just wait until I've gained my weight back again along with my curves.
"Touch me," I say almost in a whisper, as I can't contain myself any longer. Dom doesn't need any more urging than that, before he wraps his arms around me and kisses me again, even more tenderly than before, but still so hungry as well. Before I notice, he grabs the back of my thighs with his big hands and lifts me up. I wrap my legs around him as he carries me over to the bed, letting me fall down on my back, as he settles between my legs on top of me.
"I need you," I gasp as I pull my lips away from his, and I know my eyes have lost their stubbornness to be replaced by hunger and need. He makes a sound halfway between a growl and a moan, as he sinks further down towards me, clearly unable to keep his composure following my words.
"You have me," he responds with a whisper into my ear, before pulling back.
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