Learning Curve

Chapter 13 - Interrupted

Bliss couldn't even begin to describe Dracula's sentiments in that moment.

Erotic, sexual arousal coursed through his veins like liquid fire while tending to his wife, one hand keeping Ericka's thigh open, the other with the underwear he had just tugged off of her balled up in his fist. Her bare body in all its fair-skinned glory lay on the bed, writhing and twisting with pleasure as he worked on tasting her. He liked her taste; it was salty with an undertone of sweetness, and his tongue glided roughly along her smooth walls in an effort to suckle down every last bit of her essence that was produced. Her responses aroused him further, and he was grateful that he, too, was already bared down and hardened, ready to claim his woman for all she was worth.

He kissed his way up north, pushing her back on the welcoming bed to make enough room for himself to climb up at the same time, his lips never once leaving her body. They peppered her skin lightly, painting the canvas of her skin in a delicate pattern of smooches, the feeling ticklish and enticing with each nip and suckle. Her breasts were at the mercy of his firm grasp as he fondled them lovingly, kneading the sizeable mounds with his palms. Each touch, each nibble, each flick of a nipple sent shivers racing across her skin, setting off goosebumps and making her writhe beneath him in need. He lived for these moments, to see his wife's responsiveness and know that she wanted him there inside her, making her come apart and feel like the most desired woman in the world.

And that was just what he intended to do.

Grasping her thighs, he hauled her closer, positioning himself at the entrance between her folds and sinking slowly but purposefully into her wetness. Ericka made a little noise when he entered her; a small, needy sound that had his manhood throbbing in anticipation from within her.

"Mmm... Drac." Her voice was a sultry whisper, her hands reaching up to wrap themselves around his neck and pull him down to her face. She took a gentle nip at his lower lip before kissing him hungrily, her nails scratching lightly against his scalp. Dracula hummed contentedly, the sound vibrating against her lips, and began rolling his hips forward.

"Ohh... E-Ericka..."

The Count moaned in her ear with a husky groan, his movements gradually increasing in pace. Each thrust elicited a soft whine from her, as if begging him to go faster. That of course was no problem. The vampire's body acted on some primal instinct deep within his soul, pressing him to plunge deeper and stimulate that peak she so craved from him. And that said peak was building rapidly; he could tell by the way her legs tightened around his waist, could sense it in the way her muscles quivered, and how her breath was coming out in quickened puffs.

"Agghhh!.. Oh, Draaac... oh god, yes... please... AGH!" She squirmed under him, her cries turning to one long and drawn shriek that had her entire body jerking violently underneath his. Dracula watched and felt with rapt attention at the beauty that was Ericka; the way her eyes squeezed shut, her cheeks flushed a light pink color, and her jaw slackening in complete surrender to the sensations coursing through her. Goodness how he wished he could release himself inside right there and then. But he was in no rush... not when he could take his time, savoring her every gasp, moan, and exhalation that was to come.

Dracula removed himself from Ericka, allowing his cock to be free from her confining depths for just a few moments. In that time he grabbed her listless body, turned her over so that she lay on her stomach, and positioned himself behind her once more. The vampire's hands gently caressed the smooth, bubbly curves of her rear, fingers dancing lightly along the sensitive skin. Ericka sighed happily, resting her head on the pillow below. He gave a gentle pat on the top of one of her cheeks before positioning himself once more between her thighs. The still-hardened member descended back down through Ericka's center, again finding itself wrapped in the tight hug of her damp walls.