Chapter 105 rated R

Later that night, we were down along the water, close to the place I had first had Bill’s blood; I had been attacked and Bill had given me his blood to heal me. (He had made so many sacrifices for me. Why had I never seen that before?) Bill brought me here because I wanted to practice moving with vampire speed. He said we’d need lots of room, in case I had a hard time learning to stop. “Bill,” I said in disgust, “I know how to run.”

“But you don’t know how to run like this,” and in less than a blink, Bill was a football field length away from me. His voice in my head said, “Come to me,” and like an invisible rope yanked me hard, I flew across the ground, and—dammit, he was right—I couldn’t stop. I slammed into him with thunderous force and we crashed to the ground. I rolled away from Bill and started giggling like a maniac. “That was FUN!” I hooted.

Bill did not look at all like he was having fun. In exasperation, he reached over and flipped down my skirt, where it had flown up to show my blue lace panties (Bill seemed to destroy my underthings with fair frequency; he had bought these for me as a replacement for a pair of white ones that had recently, um… gone to meet their maker.) I giggled again, and flipped my skirt back up to my waist.

I stretched my arms above me and felt my flat stomach draw up taut, as I twisted my hips and legs toward Bill, rolling like a cat. He was just so much fun to tease: he was always serious and earnest. It was easier to tease him now that I wasn’t afraid of him at all. I enjoyed watching his gaze wander up my legs, his eyes lighting up as he took in the lace, and possibly what was underneath. I felt that look like a laser between my legs, and bounced to my feet like a star athlete.

“Let’s try that again,” I begged, holding my hand out to him. He grasped it and I sprang what I thought might be a few yards. Seems I misjudged and we landed right on the edge of the water, Bill’s feet firmly on the grass, but mine… not so much. Bill tried to shake free as I tipped backwards—what a gentleman!—but I held him tight and pulled him in on top of me with a gigantic splash.

“Sookie!” Bill spluttered as he stood up, shaking water off him like a dog in a downpour.

“Yes, my darling love?” I smiled innocently, my hair plastered across my face.

“I am soaking wet!” I swayed against Bill and said in my most innocent voice, “Oh my, so you are; how on earth did that happen?”

I watched as irritation, amusement, and love fought for possession of Bill’s lovely face, and I stretched up on my toes to lick water off his chin and push his hair off his brow. Bill captured my mouth in his and I laughed into him, but my fangs ran out all the same. I flung my arms around his neck, unbalancing us again, and we tumbled back into the water, which was warm from a day in the summer sun. Now that he was already wet, Bill didn’t seem to mind so much being there. He floundered up to me and kissed me. I sighed happily. He kissed my eyes closed, brushed his cool, ardent mouth across mine, and moved to take my earlobe between his lips. That made me gasp, as he knew it would. I rubbed my fingertips along his wet shirt, that clung to his chest muscles and revealed his hard nipples. I scooted down in the water, biting through the cloth, which instantly darkened with his blood.

“There goes another shirt,” Bill sighed, but he didn’t sound at all angry.

With a speed I would not have thought possible given how wet my skin was and how even wetter my panties were, Bill reached under my dress and whipped off the new blue lace, twirling them around his finger in front of my face. “Well, at least these won’t get ruined,” he said with a raised eyebrow. That sounded like a challenge to me.

“Wanna bet?” I snatched them from him, pushing him down in the water, tying my panties around his wrists so fast he couldn’t avoid me. They were stretchy and so wet that he could not snap them—or maybe he could, but didn’t want to? Either way, his eyes flamed with desire and delight, as he struggled to free his hands. I stood up and looked down at him almost floating there in the glistening midnight water, and I straddled him and stood over his face. Suddenly, as he looked up my legs and under my dress, he seemed to be struggling to free his hands for real. Very slowly, I knelt down in the water over his face, my dress hem completely covering his head. Good thing vamps don’t need to breathe, I had time to think before Bill took his first lick, then I couldn’t think anymore.

I supported myself up off him—I wanted him to be able to move his head freely—but as his clever tongue dipped in me and out to flick across my swollen nub, that was harder to do than I had planned. I leaned back just a little to feel for his zipper, but his jeans were so wet I couldn’t pull it down. Wet denim? What was I thinking? Somehow my little game was backfiring on me as Bill’s hard, pointed tongue dove into me. I made a noise of frustration and longing, and to my complete amazement, his zipper slid down and I grinned in triumph.

I swooshed down the length of Bill’s body, making the water slosh around us in waves, grabbing the waist of his pants and inching them down—they were glued to his muscular legs like wallpaper, and with his hands still bound by my panties, he wasn’t much help. In my impatience, I began to nip his thighs as I worked on the jeans, finding I could roll them down like removing a stocking.

It seemed to take forever to free his cock from his jeans, but he was enjoying my struggle; he had a small smile on his lips as he raised his hips up out of the water to help me. At that moment, I wasn’t so sure I liked that he could read me so easily. But finally he was revealed in all his glowing vampiric glory and I took him in my hand and my mouth at the same time. Bill moaned and… sank. I jumped up sputtering from water up my nose, but that was just a habit. As I knelt in the water, flipping my hair back from my face, Bill grabbed my arm in his bound hands and rolled me under him. My dress floated up and away from my legs and I opened them to his expected assault.

Which did not happen.

I sought his face, my own question plain on mine. He smiled at me as he began to bump around down there, purposefully tormenting me with his feigned ineptness. “Bill!” I cried, only to see those expressive eyebrows curve upward in mock puzzlement. “You want something, ma’am?” he drawled in his most southern accent. I replied through clenched teeth, “I think you know what I want,” only to be shown his bound wrists, which he waggled in front of my face.

“Oh hell,” I said and tore my new blue panties apart. “Mister, you’d better be prepared to replace those,” I growled. I felt Bill’s fingers open me and guide himself in. I gasped, then mewed, then showed him my fangs.

“Oh yes, ma’am,” said my gorgeous vampire, “I always do.”

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