Loving the Vampire

Chapter 4 Dreams

She was dreaming. Somewhere in her sub-conscience, she knew she was dreaming.

A hand trailed from the middle of her chest, down over her stomach, a finger dipped into her navel, then traveled down further. Fingers feathered over the sensitive skin just above her panty line, before they moved up again. The bed shifted as someone straddled her hips and hands cupped her breasts and squeezed lightly. She felt the tingles that started earlier, amp up to sizzles. Her stomach muscles contracted as fingers lazily played with her n*****s. Someone leaned down in the darkness and licked lightly at her lips. She gasped, and the person took advantage and kissed her. Slowly, exploring her mouth with a warm tongue. Her own mouth explored the warm one that covered hers. She wanted to touch the body on top of hers. But for some reason, it felt like her hands weighed a ton. The mouth lifted from hers, and started trailing a path down her neck, between her breasts, and nibbled there for a moment, before moving to her left n****e. Warm breath flowed over her hot skin, the n****e standing at attention, begging to be taken. She watched as the dark head dipped slowly, ever so slowly before warm lips took her n****e and sucked lightly. Her body jerked as she moaned in pleasure and arched up, her hips pressing into the body over her. The warm mouth moved to her other n****e, this time nipping lightly on her hard n****e. She groaned and tried again to lift her hands. She needed to bury her hands in her hair, she needed to touch her.

When the body above her shifted again, and the mouth started moving down her stomach, nips, kisses, and light sucking made it clear exactly where the mouth was heading. She needed to move, needed to stop this. Her mind tried to surface, she tried to make herself wake up. The warm mouth settled over her c**t and sucked. She forgot to breathe. Forgot about waking up and let herself feel. The mouth sucked and nipped, then a warm tongue flicked and licked a path down, dark eyes looked up at her. In question? In warning? She didn't know, didn't really care. And then a strong, slick tongue slipped into her. She wanted to moan, wanted to groan, but no sounds came out as she struggled to breathe, to stay still. She was building toward an orgasm, her body was no longer her own. Her needs were centered on the mouth taking her, claiming her. She dug her hands into the sheets, bunched fabric in her fists, she heard something tear, but didn't care as she rocketed over an edge she'd never known was coming. The scream did erupt. Then, her body convulsed, and she felt hands pressing her legs open, holding her down as the mouth relentlessly ravished her. She was barely breathing when the body moved up again, a mouth settled over hers, and she tasted herself as she was kissed hard. And then there were fingers inside her, pushing, stretching, moving fast and deeply inside her. She couldn't come again. Could she? She found out a second later that she could come again. Her body needed release, wanted, begged for it.

"Look at me." The voice. She knew that voice. Even in a whisper, she knew that voice. "Now, Anthea." She couldn't ignore the command, didn't want to if she was honest. She forced her eyes open, met a dark, stormy gaze, and felt herself get lost. "That's it." When she came, when she felt her body come apart, the only name, the only thought she had, was... Sam.

Anthea jerked awake, her body still vibrating from the orgasm that had ripped from her. She felt the wetness between her legs, and even without all that, she knew what had happened. She'd had a s*x dream, so vivid she could swear she still felt and smelt Sam. "Jesus." She whispered and swung her legs off the bed, she sat, her head hanging down, trying to catch her breath. Anthea lifted her head and looked at her clock. Just after four. She might as well get up. There was no way she would fall asleep again anyway.

Sam watched Anthea sit up and look around the room before she shifted and hung her head. Something had woken Sam, an urge, a deep need to see the other woman. When she'd made it to the roof opposite Anthea's bedroom she'd thanked whatever gods had made sure the bedroom window was open. She'd silently landed in the bedroom and prayed to those same gods the cat was out. The last thing she needed was the cat attacking her and Anthea seeing her. Sam had wanted to touch the woman, her body ached with it. Just thinking about running her hands over the warm body made her own come alive. Then she'd noticed the way Anthea's breath changed, the way her body arched. And she'd instinctively known Anthea could feel her. Whatever she was, she wasn't immune to Sam's gift. Shoving the guilt deep down, she'd taken what her body craved, even if only in Anthea's mind. She'd felt every touch, every kiss, and she'd propped her back against the wall and slipped a hand down her pants, working her own body to orgasm as she worked Anthea up and over the edge.

She'd fled then. Before the last of her control snapped and she took the woman still moaning in orgasm. Sam turned from her spot where she watched post-orgasm Anthea, and ran.

Anthea looked out her window, sure she'd seen a shadow outside of the corner of her eye. But all she saw was darkness.