Wanting not life, But you

The light dims over your chest, as you lie there, breathing barely and weak. I smile down at you, and slam my hands into my pockets. My feet scuff the red earth under the tree you sit by. You just look at me, eyelids flickering open and closed, trying not to fall asleep. I turn and walk away, to leave you in peace. But as I walk away I hear you call me. I turn once again and see you, trying to get up. I run to you and grab your arms to help you. 1

“Please stay my love; looking at you will help me get my strength back. Please...” His brown eyes showed a weakness like no other before. I let him go and he stumbled. He made me so mad; yet I could not help but love him like I did. 2

“I will stay with you, don’t worry. What do you need, I can get it for you?” A smile flickered over his face then vanished, as he was too weak even for a mere smile.3

“Nothing my love, just you and your touch.” He reached for my hand and at first I backed away, and then I gave in. Deep down I hated him for what he was, but love is greater than hate. And I lusted for him like I have no other man before; I needed his touch as much as he needed mine. I grabbed his hand and helped him move it to my face. I buried my face in that one palm, kissing it and rubbing it with my own hand.  I felt him shudder from something, maybe it was my touch or maybe it was the love he felt in each kiss, whatever it was it was making it so that lust and love showed quite clearly on his face. I think his strength was coming back to him, or his lust was strong enough to pull me to him in a tight grasp next to his body. 4

I kissed his neck and then his cheek; I slowly kissed my way to his lips, taking small steps to them. His grasp on my back became stronger, I felt his nails dig through my thin black shirt to my skin. His bare chest pushed me away as he took a deep breath and then I came back to him as he let it out. I wrapped my hands around his neck and held him away from me for a moment to look at his face, lust glowing like a light in his eyes, but love in his words as he said “I love you, Heather, more than I have anyone. You are all I want in life.”5

Those words made tears come to my eyes, his rough fingers wiped them away and then he licked them up, giving me a grin. I pulled him to me and kissed him deeply on the mouth, I felt his tongue swipe against mine, harshly, making my heart beat so fast, I swear he could feel it between the both of us. 6

“Miguel, are you sure you want things to go this way, now?” All he did was look at me then nod slowly, grinning. He sat down on the red earth below us, against the tree. Pulling me down with him by my shirt, I knelt in the dirt, fingers trailing down his smooth chest.  I twirled my cold fingers around his dark nipples, making them poke out. Miguel put his hands up my shirt and his warmth spread through me. He lifted the back of my shirt and pulled it up over my head. He held it to his face, enjoying the scent it held, of me. He loved how I smelled, it was not perfume, but just my skin that smelled so wonderful. I grabbed the shirt and tossed it aside. His hands went for my waist again, pulling me closer to him, forcing my legs to go around him so I didn’t knee him in the groin. 7

I placed my hands on his muscled thighs as he undid my bra letting my breast’s fall free. Miguel fingered the nipples, making them hard; he then leaned his head down to kiss my chest, then each nipple. I shuddered as his warm lips pressed against me. Miguel always seemed to be warm, even when he was naked and in the cold. That’s what I loved about him, he could always warm me, both ways.8

I kissed him again as he leaned back up to look at me. After I kissed him he grabbed my back and pulled me as close to him as possible. I could not breathe as I kissed him again, my chest was to tight to him and he held me so strongly.  I finally let his lips free and took a deep breath of fresh autumn air. Miguel let go of me and went for my jeans, undoing the button and zipper. I had to push away from him to get them all the way off. Finally when they were tossed aside I leaned down to his belly and kissed him, then I undid his blue jeans and pulled them back a tad to reveal his happy trail, leading me down his black boxers to one of my most treasured parts of him. It lay, long and thick, calling my name. I grabbed it and felt it already getting stiff just from my touch. I licked the tip and felt Miguel’s hands slide down my back again. I looked into Miguel’s brown eyes and saw he no longer held lust in his eyes, but love with a type of ecstasy that made me love him more and more every time I saw it. 9

I pulled Miguel’s blue jeans down, past his bare feet, then tossed them aside with all of my cloths. His boxers were pulled to below his happy trail, but not far enough to reveal his manhood, but you could clearly see he was getting very excited. The roof of his pants pushed so much I gave in and pulled them off of him. Miguel almost mixed in with the tree’s brown behind him. He was gorgeous, perfect, well nothing really describes Miguel best, and the few words that do just don't hold enough meaning.  I rubbed his thighs, then a slight rub over his manhood, sending is higher. I drove him wild, I knew this, because I had seen him with other woman, and none of them seemed to get him this way, at least I hoped or I would be out of a job and a lover. 10

I pulled myself up to him and picked each of his legs up so they rested over mine. Miguel placed his hand over my panties, feeling that they were wet with my juices, he smiled. Miguel pressed his fingers hard, into me, sending a rush of lust all over me. He then fingered aside my panties and pushed a finger in, slow at first, then faster as his finger disappeared into me. I felt him rub around in me, exploring you could say, looking for that treasure that made me gasp. He found it, I gasped load and strong. Then again and again, I soon screamed in pleasure as Miguel gave me an orgasm. He slid his finger out of me, then in and out again. Miguel soon added another finger, making me moan and gasp repeatedly. 11

I think Miguel wanted me to feel something even better, for he smiled at me, then pulled my panties off me. Pulling me on top of him, as he lay on the dirt, he forced himself in me, fast. I screamed. It hurt, but felt good all the same. He pulled and pushed my body, giving me the tempo to follow. I caught on fast, and grabbed his hands as I rode him. I entwined my fingers in his and pulled him up to me to kiss him; still keeping my even beat. We kissed intensely for moments and then I pushed him away again, to see his chest, and how it rose and fell so fast. After some time of riding him, Miguel pulled me to the ground, with himself still in me; he winced but then found his stance and started pounding himself in me, hard. I opened my mouth in a silent scream and a tear fell from my eye. 12

My legs shuddered in pain as he hit himself against me so harshly. I held my hands to my chest, shaking. Miguel saw my pain and lightened his pace to were I could bare it. He rubbed his hands on my waist, digging his fingers in, then pulling his nails along my pale skin. Lines of blood formed where he cut me from his nails. I saw the blood run down my stomach and hit the ground in a small pool. Miguel fingered up some of it from my stomach and licked it away, then again he got more, but he pushed his fingers in my mouth, making me drink it. I liked it. No I loved it. The taste was wonderful, I had tasted my blood before, but that was just from small cuts, this...this was a larger amount. The taste was fuller and sweeter. I knew Miguel liked blood, and now I knew why.  13

In all my time with Miguel I had despised him for what he was, but now, I had a whole new look to how he was and why. It was wonderful to be forever the same and have a kind of longevity that kept you always wanting more of what you never had enough of. I could give Miguel everything he wanted. And I would, because love concurs all, in my opinion. In that night of our first time making love, I found that I could get over his being a Vampire and love him forever and on, even if I wasn’t like him. 14

Miguel held my hand to his chest as he lay beside me in the dirt, I had my other hand on my chest, feeling it go up and down as I tried to catch my breath. Miguel kissed me on the forehead, then gave me the first butterfly kiss he had ever given me. I had taught him how to do it, but he had never actually done it to me. I loved it, his eyelashes were so soft and long, my heart beat a tad faster than it already was, then I closed my eyes and fell asleep there. I loved Miguel for everything he was I hoped that he would make me like him, so I would never have to fear death. Nor fear having him loss me, because he would never loss me if I joined him in this life. 15