Her suggestion burned inside me, claiming my will. She had become proficient using her voice, and now used it on me to gain the upper hand. Desire forced me to relax, allowing her complete access to my mind and body.
She parted my lips, and pressing her mouth around me, she enveloped my bundle in the same warmth as my opening. She settled there for several seconds, breathing her hot breath against me. Then her tongue followed the natural groove that led to my opening. As she licked the edges, allowing her tongue to slip inside me while she lapped my juices, she caressed my chest. Her hands ran along my sides, her soft touch exciting me even more. Then without notice, she dug her nails in, slowly scratching her way down and over my stomach. The abrupt pain flared my passion to life, threatening to consume every morsel of self-control I had left. I grabbed the sheets, pulling on them as my back arched higher. Lust pulsed through me, demanding release. I teetered on the brink of submission.
No! Not yet. Her order ricocheted through me as she pulled away and slowly crept her way up my body, leaving behind wet, sticky kisses.
"What's wrong?" I tensed, startled that her magic started to take over. I raised my head looking around the quiet room and saw nothing out of place. No new relatives to contend with, no fairies and better yet, I felt no new appendages.
Her lips barely touched mine as she spoke. "Now, you have something to focus on while I pack."
She grinned and kissed me. Her tongue explored my mouth and then pulled back. Mine followed. Feeling the tip of her moist tongue riveted me and I forced my tongue past her teeth. Our tongues played cat and mouse for a moment. Mine advanced and hers pulled back, before I realized the hard candy was absent. She wouldn't have, would she? I broke from our kiss.
"You did not."
She smiled and nodded. "I did." She opened her mouth wide for inspection. "Lie there and let it melt. When I'm done packing, I'll work at getting it out."
"I was so close to coming." I wiggled underneath her. "Why would you do that?"
"Because, I love watching you squirm." She stood, then pointed at me. "Stay," she commanded. "Let it melt."
I closed my eyes and laid there in wait. Vampires have patience, but mine had run out weeks ago when Izzy pretended she was pregnant and her faulty magic started disrupting our sex life. Had I not promised her a monogamous relationship, I would have already had my needs met. I couldn't help but wonder if this is what our relationship had turned into--her giving me one-word commands as if I were a dog, while my sexual needs sat on the back burner.