this is from sandra Hills Christmas in Transyvania (about Viking vampire angels-vangels) living in Transyvania pennsyvania
Please forgive the punctuation –my word program is giving me fits and weird accented things in place of proper punctuation.
Are you saying that we are soul mates, or lifemates, or whatever you said.
I have no idea. I just know that I want you so bad. I ache with it. Can anyone say jungle bells.
Really. How do you want me. She cocked her head to the side.
Was she serious
I want you in my bed, against the wall, in the tub, under a shower, in my truck, and right now on the bathroom floor.
That’s a lot she said, and wiggled herself against his crotch which was doing the happy dance .And jingling.
The Vikings have a word for arousal. It’s called enthusiasm. As in, Ièm so enthused I can scarce stand Baby, my enthusiasm is a rising tide You keep jiggling like that and you will be caught in the undertow.
I can swim she said in a small tentative voice.
This is so not a good idea, he told himself.
The other half of his brain,the one with the direct line to sex central, argued this is the best idea we’ve had in a long time.
He kissed her like a crazy man, or a man so hungry he couldn’t get enough. But hey, she was kissing him back with equal ferver. His hands were on her rump ,hers were framing his face, to hold him in place.
As if he had plans to go anywhere he was right where he wanted to be.
Rolling over so that she was on the bottom, he grabbed a few towels to put under her back so he wouldn’t hurt her ribs. They were supposedly healed but he was taking no chances. Then he spread her legs with his knees and dry-humper a few times to get her primed.
She let out a howl of pleasure,letting him know that not only was she primed but ready to go.
He eased his jacket off and she had her hands under his shirt helping him shove it over his head. He reciprocated with her t-shirt and bra. For a moment, he just stared at her breasts,which where small but perfect for her thin frame. The nipples and areolas were pink. What else.
He licked his lips.
I haven’t got much, she said as if bracing herself for some insult leroy says–.
He put his finger to her mouth. Donèt mention that name again. Hes gone. He never existed.
She nodded and kissed his fingertips.
We should go to the bedroom, he suggested, even as he palmed her breasts until he felt the nipples harden.
She let out a blissful hiss, and said, I cant wait.
The floors too hard for you sweetheart.
Showing a surprising strength, she shoved him over so that he was on his back again, and she was on top kneeling astride his thighs. He watched with a pleasure bordering on pain as she undid the button of his jeans, then slowly unzipped him. His enthusiasm popped up, and she laughed, an innocent, playful sound that warmed his heart.
He toed off his boots and socks,then shimmied out of his jeans and briefs, but only got as far as his knees before she grabbed his cock. Holding him in two hands she caressed him a little, then smiled that little cat smile of hers when she noticed that bead that appeared at the tip. Clearly admiring his size, she said, Wow!
That one word was like Gentlemen start your engines. Signal at a Nascar race. He was off and running. He had her jeans and panties off so fast,she might have brushburns. He left the pink socks on because…Ok sue me…they were as sexy as a Victorias Secret thong to this long deprived farmboy.
Lifting her by the waist above his body,he smiled with pure joy, then lowered her inch by inch onto his pulsing erection. Once he could see beyonf the haze of his overwhelming arousal, he realized something. Damit I don’t have any condoms.
He was aboutto lift her off, but she shook her head. This is a safe time.
It was probably uunsafe to take chances buttthen he recalled that vangels were sterile.
Hold on baby, This is going to be short and sweet. And it was. Short. Using his big hands to guide her hips into a lift and thrust pattern it was three, four, five strokes and her inner muscles were rippling around him The stunned expression on her face was priceless, one that would be embedded in his memory forever. And it was all it took for him to arch up, lifting her with his hips,as he roared out his own climax. Sweet. Better than sweet.
For several minutes, she lay with her face against his chest,as if listening to his thundering hearbeat. He lifted her face with both hands, kissed her lips and said. Next time will be in a bed, but first we have a mess to clean up.
They both rose carefully and looked around them before bursting out in laughter In the process of their frantic mating they must have knocked the bucket over There was soapy water everywhere. Including on themselves.