Dracula's Groom

CHAPTER THIRTEEN: Taking Things Slow

His touch was electric. Like a puppet on strings, he controlled my body as if I didn't have a mind of my own. His hands roamed freely over my skin as he effortlessly took off my shirt and threw it over his shoulder. His lips were like wildfire, his breath cool like ice. My brain was on the outs along with my central nervous system.

All these combined, I had no idea what I was getting myself into. I'd been on what two, three dates with the guy and already we were taking our clothes off? I feared for a moment that maybe this was wrong, that I wasn't ready to take the next step by jumping into bed with him. I stared at the ceiling motionless like a dead body.

Dracul made his way up from my belly button to the crook of my neck before hovering above me and staring into my eyes.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"Yes," I whispered.

"Then what's wrong? You've hardly moved a muscle."

"I—I—I don't know. I think...I think I'm nervous about doing this."

He smiled warmly, his teeth gleamed. "You have nothing to be nervous about. I wouldn't want you do anything that might make you feel uncomfortable. Given your current situation and how you feel about it, I know you want to lose it when you're good and ready. Just know that when the time comes, I'll right here for you, willing and able."

Blood filled my cheeks and I hoped to God that he did not see it. "You're too good for me."

"Hardly. I've waited a long time for you, Nathan. I can wait a thousand more."

He leaned down slowly at first, closing the distance between us as I held my breath in preparation for his kiss. When he made contact, my heart thudded in my chest while my lungs struggled to work properly in restoring air into my limp little body. On instinct I parted my lips as I felt his tongue swoop in and mingle with mine.

Twisting and probing, in and out, in and out. Dracul knew just how to take command. His legs burrowed themselves between mine as I reached up and placed my fingers on the small of his back. His muscles flexed and confined to my touch the more I explored. Endless possibilities soon lay before me in an attempt to coax me out of my shell.

As he continued to kiss me, I moved my hands forward exploring his chest, his abs, the bulge in his pants. He stopped just as I brushed my hand over the giant lump between his legs. He broke the kiss as I sucked some much needed air back into my lungs. I didn't realize my hand was still touching his shaft as he rolled over and began unbuttoning his pants.

"What are you doing?"

"Touch me." He growled. "Do it!"

"Touch you how—"

He grabbed my hand after he kicked off his pants and wrapped my fingers around his cock. I was so stunned I didn't know what to do or say. And the fact that he wasn't wearing any underwear made me think that he preferred to live dangerously. Now I was the one with the lump in my throat as I felt the blood pulsing through his shaft.

Hard. Rock hard. Though no wider than a zucchini. The head was round like a mushroom as it began to leak a clear liquid. Dracul laid on his back with an arm behind his head as he propped himself up with some pillows all the while never taking his eyes off me.

"Move your hand a little bit. Go up and down like this," he said, showing me with his own hand free hand.

"I know how to stroke a cock." I blurted out and he laughed. "I've done it before."

"Not with other men I hope." He replied huskily.

It took me a minute to get things in motion as I began to move my hand up and down but only slowly at first. A growl leveled the playing field as I looked at him, watching him watching me stroke his cock. His tongue sneaked out and licked his lips as I saw the pupils in his eyes begin to darken as the seconds passed.