A Vampire's Beginning. (Closed for cnuveau)

Lacey made a very soft sound, that hand on his wrist pressed it so his finger went deeper then she sought to drape her arm about his shoulders. A slight shiver through her, gods she'd certainly never done anything like this. But she certainly was encouraging him to finger her right here. He felt how wet inside she was.
 
Curling his finger up he began to press back as he stroked her. He could hear her breathing become labored. She gripped his shoulder as she squeezed his wrist harder. He wanted nothing more than to make her cum right here and now.
 
Slight little squirms of her hips as his finger moved inside her. Lacey shivered, mouth parted for a moment as she slightly widened her legs. It wasn't hard to read she was enjoying the thrill of it. That naughtily thrill of letting him finger her right here. It might be then he realised they had a couple of boothes in a dimmer corner.
 
“Booth?” He asked as he motioned toward them with a tilt of his head. She nods and he withdraws his fingers from her giving them a lick before grabbing his glass and leading her to the darkest corner he could find.

Sliding on behind her his lips found hers as his hand traveled back up her dress and back inside her. Her mouth agape as his lips traveled to her neck. She grips the edge of the table as he works them deeper into her.
 
Astride his lap in that booth, a soft groan as he pushed fingers in side her, red hair cascading as his lips found her neck and one hand dropped to tease him as best she could. Slow rocks off her hips encouraging that finger.
 
working two fingers into her now he pressed against the front wall of her pussy her wetness now audible she clings to his neck. His thumb brushed across her clit then concentrated strokes as he whispers. “I want you to vim for me.”
 
Lacey viably rocks herself into those fingers harder, a cute soft growl heard right as he feels that wetness flow about his fingers as she orgasms right there. Panting softly, quivering for him.
 
“Mmmmm yes. Good girl” he whispers as the weight of her body presses into him.
 
A kiss against his neck then, and another even as she trembles there, her skin so deliciously warm.
 
“We should go.” He says wanting to get her home where he can have her more completely.
 
Carefully she manages to reluctantly pull away from him and straightens herself out as she slides out of the booth. Grabbing his hand a casual leave and goggles as they head for his car. Inside it she reaches over stroking his thigh.
 
He stats the car, reaches over pulling her lips to his. Kissing her deeply before putting it in gear and pulling away from the curb eager to get home.
 
The drive home. Seemed to be filled with Lacey at times giving sidelong looks to Jason. Before she lifted one leg there some and scooted forwards some. A hand slid under her skirt, and he heard a soft shivery intake of air as she breathes in. Was she, like, trying to make it impossible to drive home? It wasn't like she was touching him, but yes, touching herself.
 
Jason could barely keep his eyes on the road. Whatever he’d unleashed by sliding his fingers into her at that bar he liked it.

His car rounded the turn into he driveway and came to a stop beside the door leading into the kitchen. The other side of the driveway was lined with shrubs providing a welcome buffer between neighbors.

Turning off the engine he just turns to watch her as her and worked under her skirt.
 
Lacey in that moment pulled that finger out and perked a brow. Before she totally might have had him thinking she'd offer it to him. As she then took it popping it in her own mouth and sucking it clean. Casually she opened that door then, straightened that dress, and winked at him. "Coming?" Another word, quite simular yet different could have been used and likely well applied.
 
He followed quickly then beat her to the side door to unlock it. Slamming it behind her he backed her to the counter kissing her deeply as his hands gathered the fabric of her dress as her hands tangled in his hair. His hand slid between her legs as the other released the button of his jeans then lowered the zipper. The bedroom wasn’t far away but in the moment it seemed like an impossible journey.

Lifting her to the counter he tugged her panties free leaving the wet ball of fabric on the kitchen floor. He lowered his jeans and boxers in one motion then drove into her.
 
Lacey tossed her head back, breasts right there. Her ass barely on that bench but enough, one leg wrapped about him as she shudders. "Yes.... fuck me Jason... God I wanted to fuck you right then and there... if you hadn't said we had to go...I might have tried."
 
Her words driving his desires. He thought of her riding his cock in the booth flooding his mind. Dipping his head down to take a nipple between his lips, gripping her hips he thrusts into her hard. The events of the evening culminating into his frenzied lust overtaking him.

He raises his head and pulls her into his neck. “You don’t know how close you were to getting fucked right then and there!”
 
Lacey shudders as they fuck as he draws her in against his throat there's a lick, a kiss, a nuzzle. Then a slide of nails against his scalp. As she rocks herself against him. "In the moment of have let you..."
 
Her nails against his scalp draws his head back as the sensation travels down his spine. He cries out “Yes!l” as his orgasm rapidly approaches. He hand grips her hair pulling it tight as he presses her lips against his neck.
 
Lacey shudders as his hand grips her hair, a part of her lips then as she felt her fangs slide down. A nuzzle then and graze of them to his flesh. It'd be so easy to add a touch of venom into the mix.
 
He felt them graze his neck and the trickle of warm blood onto her lips. Absent was the rush of euphoria that typically followed. No, the feeling was different but not unwelcome. The slower draw of his blood seemed to pull him back from the precipice of orgasm.

Lifting her off the counter but still firmly ensconced in her wetness her legs wrapped around him tight as he made his way to the bed. Her tongue lapping the blood from his neck as he did. Backing to the bed he slowly sat then laid back leaving her straddling him lips still glued to his neck.
 
A subtle amount taken then she licked it closed. Shivering atop him and a pause as she went to kiss him. A blink.. embarrassed expression then. Before a rise to sit up enough and offer her breasts. Would he realise, Lacey didn't kiss him because she worried about the blood? A quicker rocking of her hips and a louder moan with the pleasure.

"Had you wanted me to?" Lacey asked him in-between firmer movements to rock her pussy against his cock. Feeling the way he filled her inside, gave her a distracted look.
 
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Leaning up to kiss her breasts he pondered her question. He’d learned that it wasn’t always such a binary answer and the subtleties in the effect that she has command of make it challenging to answer in a concise way. His scattered mind produced the best answer he could in between moans.

“I’m the moment I did but then…. In a way….. this is better. It’s your gift to give and… I’ll gladly accept whatever you choose.”

As he finished he began to thrust up into her as she continued to rock her hips. “It’s never too late though!” He concluded with a grin
 
Lacey was sure then, asking during sex was a bad time to ask if he wanted it or even liked it. She resolved to ask, later. For now, she shook her head and seemed to feel that quivering happening. That moment when everything was aligned to her orgasm. A shuddering grip of him later, with her pussy seeking to cling tightly about his cock in something that felt like a wave of rolling twitches as Lacey did orgasm with a moan. Those fangs popped down, but she actually just shut her mouth tightly as it occurred.
 
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