FORGIVEN?
Bill studied Sookie from the side, admiring the way she sat; proud straight back, and her blonde hair neatly coiled atop her head, pinned in place with the antique comb he brought her from Peru. He had missed her. God he had missed everything about her while he had been away.
His only recourse had been summoning her scent from memory; imagining his fingertips stroking the elegant column of her throat; the thrum of her lavishly unique blood beneath his touch. Bill had plenty of time to think about life and death, before Sookie had freed him from confinement in Tennessee. Since then he had thought about the death of Lorena, and the life of his beloved Sookie. How could he ever thank her enough for killing Lorena, his former lover become torturer and would be executioner?
His desire to create a way for he and Sookie to be together without the ever present threat of Eric trying to take her away, prevented him from doing certain activities that were required to sustain their relationship, and nearly led him to annihilation. While he was lying in agony on the floor of the torture room, between the beatings, Bill had reviewed his life and the unexplored opportunities with those he treasured most. He had learned that Sookie meant everything to him. And without her, he was nothing. Bill was reluctant to admit that he could not bear the thought of a future where any discernable distance might come between him and Sookie again. For months he had lived on memories of what he had taken for granted, while trying in earnest to win back her love. With each passing hour, hopelessness began to nibble at his resolve. He had tried to remain resolute, but being away from her for so long had little regard for such affects, shredding the fabric of his carefully constructed personae until he could honestly see inside himself. And he had discovered that at his center, there was Sookie.
His beautiful Sookie, who just now was healing from the injuries she had sustained while saving him from Lorena, not to mention what he had done to her locked in the trunk of the car. He would never forgive himself for that. He had been tortured, starved for days, left unable to sleep, and didn’t realize where he was or what he was doing, when he nearly drained Sookie of her precious blood, all the while raping her at the same time. His poor Sookie, she was so much more than appearance alone. She was a treasure to be cared for, treasured. She should never be underestimated in her capacity for love. Her ability to read minds is what makes her so very different. It’s what makes her blood taste so unique too. He had done everything in his power to make up for the hurt he had caused her. Finally, after he came back home, his business concluded, his boss satisfied, he had fully committed to rekindling the flame that once they shared. After much romancing, his wonderful Sookie had finally agreed to forgive him, and give him the second chance he so desperately desired, to show her what she truly meant to him.
“Are you certain you wish to go out tonight darling?” Sookie tilted her head to the side and looked up at Bill. There was a touch of concern in her beautiful eyes. The only public location he had visited since Peru was Fangtasia, the vampire bar that his boss Eric owned, and that had been for a series of business meetings with Eric to conclude the business he had been sent to Peru to conduct. He blinked and felt his lips curl into a smile, showing his partially extended fangs. He reflected on his desire to show the supernatural world that their love could not be diminished under any circumstances, “Yes dearest, I do.”
They had been looking forward to this social outing all week, and he would be damned if he would permit his preoccupation with the past few months to interfere. Sookie matched Bill’s smile and turned her attention to the vanity’s mirror. But her dainty fingers were shaking slightly, and he watched mutely as the ruby earring he bought her fell to the floor. She frowned at her momentary clumsiness, immediately reaching for her earring. “I have it, dearest.”
Bill lowered himself and knelt upon the carpet next to the vanity’s bench. As he reached for the glittering jewelry, he was caught by the sight of Sookie’s leg, elegantly exposed by way of a delicate slit at the side of her gown. He had never seen these particular high heels on her before, and wondered when she had bought them. With a touch of sadness he briefly wondered what else he had missed during his unfortunate albeit forced absence, and looked up into Sookie’s eyes as though seeking answers to his question. From above Bill, Sookie stared down at him curiously, her hand half-curled palm upward, ready to take her earring. She watched, intrigued, as Bills’ hand retreated from the fallen earring and instead moved to hover above her foot.
“Bill?”
“Shhhh,” he dropped his gaze to where his hand now rested, fingers coiled around her slender ankle. Let her be curious, let her watch. Never in his life did Bill ever believe that one day he would find himself kneeling in front of a woman, compelled to worship her fully. After all, he was a vampire, and vampires had no business being on the floor in front of a human like this. And yet, there was no other place in the world that he would rather be, right now. Bill found that he could not stop himself, nor could he stop his mouth as he sought to bestow soft kisses along the smooth velvety flesh of Sookie’s exquisite leg. He skimmed his hand up the back of her calf, luxuriating in the warmth beneath his icy cold fingers, as his lips gently whispered his love against her thigh. In a constricted voice, Sookie barely breathed, “Bill…” “Sookie,” he whispered, her name lingering on his tongue like a fine wine, and shifted his knees, moving between her exquisite legs.
With his left hand, Bill gently pushed the silk fabric of Sookie’s gown up and to the side, exposing her other leg. “My darling Sookie,” he whispered as he pressed his mouth to the leg he had not yet covered in kisses. Bill’s desire swelled. He moaned with effort to control himself. He could not define the pleasure he experienced while kneeling before this woman, giving her pleasures that she had never experienced before. Life, he had learned, was indeed too short even for a vampire. Closing his eyes, he brushed his cheek against her soft inner thigh. He must be very careful not to hurt her. His fangs were fully extended but, he would NOT bite her… just yet… As his lips trailed slowly up her thigh towards her hip, Bill nearly laughed in humor as Sookie shifted just enough to work the toe of her left shoe between his legs. He found himself pressing into her foot, receptive to her whims, no matter what they might be.
Sookie did not require further encouragement, and gently stroked the outline of Bills growing erection through his clothes. When her toe nudged the delicate underside of his groin, Bill moaned softly and hastened to untie the soft fabric waistband of Sookie’s panties. Lowering her silk undergarment, revealing Sookie’s thatch of golden curls, Bill gazed wide-eyed and hungry. Too long a time had passed, even long before Peru, since he had been with her in any meaningful way. He would not let his work come between them like that again. He would care for her always. She would be his again!
He reached up and placed one hand around her waist to steady her and with is other hand he lifted and nudged her right thigh to the side, opening her up to his desires and worshipful mouth. Leaning back just a fraction, Sookie gripped the edges of the bench with her hands and wrapped her right foot around the sculpted wooden bench leg so that Bill need not hold her in place, possibly suggesting that he could use his free hand for other things. Bill’s throat momentarily constricted and he smoothed a finger through Sookie’s blonde thatch, grazing his knuckle over the hard nub at her apex. He smiled when he heard her gasp; and grinned when he felt her nub harden further from another deliberate soft pass of his finger. He was further rewarded with more insistent strokes of her tow along his hard shaft.
“Please, Bill, Please!” Sookie begged, fully opening herself up to him; like a blooming flower offering its gift of life. She had begun to stroke her nipples. Now she pinched and twirled each between a thumb and forefinger. She looked so beautiful, exposed as she was; that he could no longer deny her the pleasure she was craving. Bill murmured, “Anything dearest, anything.” He leaned forward between her legs and slid his tongue tip up along one side of her clit, around and down the other side, leaving in his wake a trail of saliva to glisten against her lusciously flushed skin. He repeated the teasing wet path until a small sound of frustration worked free from her throat, all but begging him to get on with it. He tilted his head slightly to the side and pursed his lips around the sensitive flesh, flicking his tongue firmly and wetly. His beloved moaned in pleasure as he eased two fingers in to take the place of his masterful tongue, which returned to suckle her clit. Feeling his fingers grow slick with her desire, he sealed his mouth more securely over the sensitive nub, and moved his fingers into her tight warmth, wiggling and exploring all the while as he thrust them deep into her wetness; his fingers moving in and out with the speed that only a vampire can achieve. Sookie felt gloriously hot beneath his mouth and the provocative little noises she made as Bill suckled and fingered her drove him mad with desire in a way he had never before experienced with any one. She hastened him on to stroke her faster, suckle her harder and he began rocking himself profligately against her delicate foot until his cock twitched. He paused on briefly as he moaned his release, climaxing hard into his underclothes.
As aftershocks rippled through him, Bill resumed his ravenous task with increased determination, bringing his beloved Sookie ever closer to her peak. “Oh Bill," Sookie moaned, and pushing herself against his mouth, demanding her release. Her shortened breaths and stilted moans were the only sounds he could hear, and spelled her imminent release. Bill bit her then, and sucked both her love juices and her sweet blood, which was heightened because of her pheromones. He curled his fingers inside her to thrust against the spot that he knew intensified her climax. A bewildered Bill felt himself come a second time as he swallowed her juices. His nose filled with her pheromones, and tongue licking and sucking mercilessly against her hard clit bringing her to the height of orgasm. She writhed and bucked against him in ecstasy, holding onto only his head. Bill would have pulled away when she grasped his hair, but he was so pleased by her release, that the pain only spurred him on harder, and faster.
Her cry resonated throughout the bedroom as she came against his mouth and fingers, carried by waves of seemingly endless rapture. He had never known her to come so strongly, but then not since he was human had he come as quickly as he did tonight. His tongue nuzzled her sensitive flesh with masterful strokes and much to his relief; he soon felt her grip loosen his hair. How, after nearly 200 years of life, could he just be discovering such pleasures of the flesh? He squelched the question quickly, without hesitation. After all, he was now determined to spare nothing for Sookie’s satisfaction. Bill laid his cheek against Sookie’s warm thigh, satiated and content. He felt a flood of reciprocal joy flow from Sookie as she gently brushed his hair with her fingertips.
“Do you sill want to go out this evening?” she teased; the tone of her voice a transparent promise of things to come should they remain home. Closing his eyes, Bill shook his head. “I don’t think we’ll be missed too much, do you?” he asked with such a mischievous glint in his eyes that Sookie could only gaze at him with fascination… To be continued… | |  Leave a review or comment on my story by clicking "Start Thread" below. | |
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