s*x with a Vampire

Surprise Visit

I'm so shocked that I can't say anything, I can only look at him.

His smile grows bigger and he steps forward. I instantly step back and he takes it as an invitation to come in.

What the hell are you doing, Sam?

I just let a stranger into our house. It's one thing to dance with him but now he's at our house. How does he know where I live?

Did he follow us?

I realise I'm backed against the banister when I couldn't back up anymore. He doesn't take his eyes off of me as he closes the door and lock it.

I'm scared and frozen in place. Is this how I die? He's gonna hurt me and hurt my sister.

He raises his hands in surrender. I'm confused. "I'm not here to hurt you. I just needed to see you again." He says softly.

"My sister is upstairs, she's waiting for me." I lie. He looks at me like he knows I'm lying. I feel a panic attack coming on.

"I can offer for us to stay here and talk with her permission, if you like?" he smiles. He's keeping his distance. I think he doesn't want to scare me.

Does he want to sleep with me?

Am I his booty call?

Well it is after four in the morning. And we were just dancing seductively in the club. Maybe he wants me badly now. He did just follow me all the way home.

Is this stalker behaviour or lust behaviour? I didn't know which would work here.

I start to feel hot. It's odd because I'm in the in-between and I don't have a coat. I only rushed outside to pay the taxi driver.

He's staring hard at me now. His eyes are full of lust. He definitely wants me. He steps closer to me and I hold my breath. Damn, why is he so fine?

He grabs my waist and lifts me up. He walks with me upstairs. He makes that look so effortless. I'm not fat but I'm not a stick either.

He looks at me expectantly and I point to my bedroom. He walks with me towards it. When we enter the room, he closes the door and lock it.

I'm looking down a him, with my arms around his neck. I'm really turned on right now.

He climbs onto the bed and lays me down. I hear his shoes hit the floor. I get up to take off my heels but he gently pushes me back down.

I'm not sure what I'm doing but I let him take the lead. He takes off my heels for me and pushes me higher on the bed.

He climbs on top of me and starts playing in my hair. He smiles at me and I relax.

Clearly I've learnt nothing from all the crime shows I've watched.

He kisses my forehead, then my cheeks. I think this is his way of showing me he means me no harm. Or maybe he's taking it slow to gauge how far I'm willing to go.

He brushes his nose against mine and I giggle. He gives me a little laugh as well and nozzle his nose against my neck.

"That's the cutest sound I've ever heard." He kisses my neck and I shiver. He looks at me and laugh. I bow my head to hide my shame.

"Please don't, " he lifts my chin and leans into me. He's still staring at me, checking to see my reaction. His lips lightly brush mine and I gasp. It almost felt like a tiny shock. I think he felt it too by the way he's looking at me.

He lowers his face again and press his lips harder against mine. I open my mouth to capture his lips, inviting him further.

My invitation excites him and he deepens the kiss. One of his hands is behind my neck pulling me to him, the other is on my waist.

I run my hands through his hair and down his back. I feel ripples of muscles beneath my fingertips. My heart is beating so fast that I break the kiss to take a breath.

He moves to my chin, trailing kisses along my jaw and down my neck. He nibbles on my neck and I'm turned on even more. I wonder if he can smell me.

Unexpectantly he grabs my breast and I moan loudly. He raises his head and looks at me like he wants to devour me.

He takes my mouth in another kiss, massaging my breast also. I am fidgeting under him, trying to keep my body from freaking out.

I've never felt this way before. I am rubbing myself against him now. I can feel the hardness in his pants and I yearn for him.

I start unbuttoning his shirt but he grabs my hands and stop me. "Not yet, beautiful." He grabs my hair and pulls my head back to suck on my neck some more.

Why was he torturing me?

His hand roam to the edge of my dress. He begins making small circles on my inner thigh. I can't help the shakes that take over my body.

"Please," I whimper. I was feeling a strong ache at my center. I keep squeezing my legs around him to lessen it.

He lets go of my hair and looks at me. He is enjoying the torture he's inflicting on me. I must look pitiful under him. He slowly drags his hands up my inner thigh and I swallow. He's just staring at me with a smug smile on his face.

I feel his hand near my panty but I want more. I take his hand and try to get him to touch me. He grabs both my hands and pushes them above my head, holding them down.

He nibbles on my neck as he trails his hand along my inner thigh. I twist beneath him, trying to get him to touch me and ease the ache.

"Be good, " he chastise, pushing my hips into the bed. I look at the clock on the wall, it has been almost twenty minutes since we started. I feel him rub against me and I whimper.

I don't hide the frustration I'm feeling. "Please." I repeat. I'm squirming more but his hands are still holding me.

"Do you want me?" He asks, a smug look on his face.

I nod. I feel his hand graze against my sweet spot. He gently slides my panty aside. From the way his fingers slide against my lips, I know I'm drenched.

He looks pleased.

I feel him slide between my slits and one finger explores my sweet spot. I raise my hip up to meet him. He kisses me and continues to stroke me while I melt beneath him.

Soon, he slips another finger in and I'm clenching around him as he moves them in rhythm. I can feel the pressure building. I can't help the sounds that escape my mouth. I know he enjoys them as well as he does everything to draw them out of me.

I feel my body start to vibrate. This feeling is different. It's so strong. I'm pushing against him now. My back arches and my cries echo throughout my room as the dam breaks and the water rushes forth.

He doesn't stop stroking even when I'm fighting to get away from him. I can't handle this. It's too much. Yet he still holds my hands above my head, pleasuring me until I lose control of my body. I can't stop the shaking. I raise my head up to meet him to get his sympathy.

He obliges and releases my hands. I wrap them around him, tucking my head under his chin, willing my body to behave.

He pulls me on top of him and rubs my back. The feeling is comforting and I relax against his chest. My body comes down off of its high and I giggle.

"That was amazing." I confess. I look at him beaming. "I don't normally do this. I don't know what got into me but, I want to do it again."

I start kissing him, moving from his lips to his jaw. Following the same path he took on me. My hands fiddle with his zipper and he stops me.

I look at him confused. "It's getting late. I need to go. I have somewhere to be early today." He brings my hands to his mouth and kiss them.

He eases me off of him gently and stands up. I'm so shock that I just sit there looking at him. I wrap my arms around myself. I don't feel cold, I just feel strangely rejected.

He notices my displeasure and kisses my forehead. "We will meet again beautiful." He straighten out his clothes and extends his hand to me. I take it and he leads me to the hallway door. He wraps my coat around me and helps me put on my slippers.

Gosh, he's such a gentleman.

I walk with him downstairs and he unlocks the door and walk out. The sky is starting to lighten up. He turns and looks at me.

"You can stay. We can sleep in. I know my sister will be okay with it. You don't have to leave, it won't be weird." The words leave my mouth before I can think about it. I want him to stay. I want to sleep with him.

"I wish I could darling but I can't," he says smiling. He kisses me then kisses my forehead.

I grab on to him, pleading with my eyes for him to stay. He chuckles and gently pushes me back inside the house. He turns to leave. "By the way, Sam, my name is Eli Raith."

I freeze. My brain has a moment of clarity as I realise I never asked for his name. I assume he learnt mine from the times at the club when my sister was constantly calling my name.

I was just begging to sleep with a man whose name I didn't know. Shame creeps across my face. Eli grins and closes the door. I hear his footsteps departing.

I smack my forehead. I quickly lock the door and run upstairs. I was so in heat I only just realise I am still in my dress and makeup.

I wash my face, strip and climb into bed. Though I am tired, I can't get what just happened out of my head. I've never done that before. That was definitely out of character for me. How did he manage to get my guard down?

I replay our steamy encounter, guiltily satisfying myself one time. I fall asleep just when the sun comes up, thinking about my mystery stranger. My Eli.