She stepped to the other side of the elevator and casually tucked her hands behind her back.
“Oh, is that all it takes? Does my pussy taste that good?” I asked softly. It quickly turned into a gasp as she was on me again in a flash, her knee pressing between my legs.
“Yes, Red. That’s all it takes. You taste good. Like sweet fruit.
Here…” Her knee pressed even harder. And then she licked my neck. “And here.” The elevator door dinged open as a shiver rippled through my body.
I tried to gather myself before we stepped off and right into the penthouse foyer.
The hotel room had a foyer.
My gaze followed Camila’s hand as she pointed to the right.
“Hot tub, television, bar, and view of the west side of the city that way.”
“And that way?” I nodded to left.
“A bathroom with a pool sized tub, two more TVs, and the bedroom with a view of the south and east side of the city. A beautiful view of the water. Your pick.”
My neck and my tingling clit had made the decision back at the restaurant.
“Bedroom.” I nodded confidently.
“After you.”
The bedroom was easy enough to find down a short, marbled hall, through an enormous sitting room. We paused for me to ditch my jacket and my clutch. I slid my hand back into hers, letting her guide me deeper into the penthouse. We stepped into the bedroom and she gave me a moment to look around. Right away, I noticed a pattern in Camila’s taste in decor. I followed the strips of electric blue illumination coming from lights hidden along the seam of the ceiling. But the soothing hue against the marble didn’t keep my attention for long.
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Floor to ceiling windows lined the walls, allowing the lights of the distant houses and surrounding skyscrapers to bounce off the smooth white floor. My nerves had calmed some during the short walk from the elevator, but as I approached one of the huge panes, my breath caught at the buzzing world thirty-five stories down.
All on its own, my hand pressed against the cool glass. I checked quickly to make sure I didn’t leave a mark then gazed back across the miles and miles of white, yellow, and red dots and out over the shimmering water of the bay.
“I can see my house from here,” I said, turning to Camila. She was standing patiently in the center of the room, watching me, a slight, but adoring smile touching her lips. The steps I took led me back to her and she guided me toward the bed, a quadruple California king-sized beast. I’d been too distracted by the view to notice it.
I’m not sure how far out of her way Camila had to go to plan our date, especially since she took me exclusively to places she owned, but that didn’t make the surprise waiting for me on top of the fresh linens any less special. From all the movies I’d seen, rose petals and chocolates or even strawberries and champagne, seemed like the customary bedroom seduction tools. Camila had skipped right over any sort of floral displays and sweets and gotten right to the point.
Three dildos—one green, one pink, and one black—a pink vibrator, and a harness sat on a neatly folded cream blanket surrounded by a variety of lotions, oils, and lubricants. I looked at the plastic cocks in their different shapes and sizes and the shiny new leather then turned to Camila.
“Oh, I see what’s going on here,” I said sternly.
“Do you?”
“You’ve been wanting me to take you over to the bed and fuck you crazy, but you didn’t know how to ask. So you just laid this stuff out and hoped I took the hint.”
She wrapped her arms around my waist, looking over my lips then up to my eyes. I swallowed at her deep stare and my pussy quivered, adding another bit of moisture to the already damp fabric between my legs. It was more than about time I took my underwear off.
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“There’s that. Ultimately, it’s your choice, baby. We can do it the old-fashioned way,” she said. “You know I love feeling your clit against mine. Or I can fuck you this way.” She nodded toward the toys on the bed. “Or you could fuck me.”
“The green one,” I decided before I took a step back out of her arms. Without another word, I walked toward the bathroom. The confidence in my strides was utter crap, but Camila didn’t seem to notice or mind. Glancing over my shoulder one last time, I caught her wink before shutting the door behind me.
I turned and faced a cavernous marble room, completely devoid of any sort of light.
“Smooth,” I mumbled in the darkness. Note to self. Know where the light switches are before walking off alone.
There were no windows in the large bathroom and no light coming in from under the door. I couldn’t see a damn thing. A short moment before I started feeling along the counter for the wall, the door cracked open and the lights flicked on. My eyes adjusted to the bright glow just as Camila’s hand slid back out the door.
“Thanks,” I yelled.
“No problem, Red,” she yelled back.
Days could be wasted thinking over the difference between my level of overall coolness and subtlety compared to Camila’s.
The fact that she was more mature, more experienced, and of another more magical and powerful species, would never change.
So after one glance in the mirror I figured it was best to just focus on shucking my outfit and getting back in her arms, instead of how lame I was.
I kicked off my shoes and then ditched my dress and jewelry on the counter before I gave myself a quick once-over. The underwear Amy had picked was perfect. A slowly turned circle in front of the mirror gave me a chance to check the hem of the lace tanga shorts that barley covered my ass. They were soaked, but I wanted Camila to see them on me before I ditched them in a wet ball on the floor.
The matching black bra pushed my already plump breasts up and together. I could see the blushing pink of my nipples easily though the black lace pattern. They were so hard and sensitive already,
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aching to be sucked. I hoped Danni was giving it to Amy good at that very moment. She deserved it.
I opened the door, flicked the switch off, and got somewhere around three feet back into the bedroom before I froze. There was music playing, soft techno rhythms that reminded me of something I’d heard in the dressing rooms earlier that day. The low lights that had cast the room in a pretty neon glow had switched from electric blue to an emerald green. Little changes that set a perfect mood and couldn’t have mattered less when compared to the woman in front of me.She knew I was there, even though she didn’t look up as she fastened the harness around her bare thighs. I got the feeling she wanted to give me a moment, a moment I needed, just to look at her.
I’d seen Camila in various stages of undress during the times we’d spent together, but nothing had hung so perfectly off her gorgeous hips the way the straps of leather did now. Not the patch of jewels and chain mail she had worn the first night we met, or the vinyl pants she’d had on just moments ago. It was a shame I hadn’t gotten to pull the tight fabric off her. I had a feeling there would be plenty of chances to lend her an unnecessary hand out of her clothes. For now, I couldn’t help but drool over the goddess in front of me.
My gaze traveled up her body, over her waist to her lush breasts with their tight brown nipples. I swallowed as soon as my mouth began to water, my tongue aching to trace every inch of her skin. Even her bare feet looked nice planted solidly beneath her curvaceous frame, the caramel of her skin in soft contrast with the pale marble floor.
She pulled the right strap tight, making the green cock bob between her hips. A moan actually slipped through my lips. I tried to catch it, my throat clenching. It only bubbled up harder as the air leaving my lungs forced it from my mouth.
Camila glanced up finally, smiling at me. But then she froze, just for a moment. The amusement dropped from her lips and she straightened, placing her hands on her hips. “Come here, Red,” she said softly.
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I was halfway to her before I’d realized my feet had started working, and I was in her arms, the green cock pressing against my belly, before I took my next breath. I didn’t know it was possible to want someone this bad.
“Faeth and Tokyo fought over you,” she said suddenly and quite seriously.
I frowned. That was not where I saw this conversation going.
I was shocked there was any conversation at all. “What? When and what for?”
“Faeth saw you first and she wanted you. Tokyo saw you a little later and she wanted you, too.”
“So they fought over me?”
“Not physically. Tokyo would win, but they argued. And I settled it.”
“I see. What did you say?”
“That I wanted you more.”
“And you don’t argue with the queen?”
“No, baby. You don’t.”
“Hey, is Tokyo her real name?”
“No,” Camila said. “Her name is Miyoko. She had a feeder who called her Tokyo and it just stuck.”
“Oh. Well, as nice as Tokyo and Faeth are…” Which was a complete assumption because I’d never talked to them. “I think I got the better end of the deal.”
I wanted to tell her I loved her right then, but I couldn’t. I’d already embarrassed the hell out of myself the day before, spilling my feelings all over the interior of her car. As the emotions rolled through my head, her expression softened, but in a way that made me a little uncomfortable.
“You can read my mind?” I asked.
“I can.”
“But you’re not right now.”
“No, I’m not and I haven’t. Ever.”
Why not, I wanted to say, but I didn’t. The strange look on her face, the speculation and something close to pity, told me I
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wouldn’t like what she would say. And I wanted her inside me way too much to start that kind of conversation right now. She’d asked me out, told me I could call her my girlfriend, even elevated me to a seemingly important status to the sister-queens, but she’d never said anything about loving me back. She wanted me and she made me feel special, so I would give her the same back. No more doubts, no more hesitation.
“If you ever do, just give me a heads up. I’d hate for you to catch me thinking about something boring like my stats homework.”
“You’d never bore me, baby,” she said. “Ever.”
She swallowed, the deep rolling of her throat catching my eye.
Her hesitation slipped away and the calm, seductive Camila was back. Whatever doubts had been on her mind she’d clearly decided to save for another day. Her hand slipped between our bellies and lower until her fingers brushed the wet lace between my legs.
“When I fuck you, we’re gonna leave these on.”
I nodded deeply before I said okay.
“Lie down.”
I turned and walked to the bed, feeling her gaze heating the skin on my back. She didn’t move from the spot until I was settled on the sheets, and that’s when she walked toward the bed, prowled on her hands and knees until her head was between my legs. I met her feral gaze, the glowing stare that set my nipples aching even harder and made my clit twitch.
Her lips parted, her fangs growing back to their full length. I knew what artery she would go for. She had yet to feed from the inside of my thigh. But she only cocked her head slightly. I felt a pinpoint of pressure just above my clit, then a small brush of air and the warm brush of her cheek as it moved along the split she’d just made in the fabric. I shivered, swallowing nervously, unable to keep from biting my lips as my chest rose and fell.
She gently lifted my hips and moved down even further. She raised her head when she finished and I could tell that my underwear had been split from my clit to my asshole, giving her every inch of access. When she dipped her head back and licked me, a warm, wet, dragging stroke, front to back, top to bottom, I knew for sure. It was
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too much for me to moan. Too many sensations for me to whimper.
I just went on shivering and gasping for air.
“God, Red. Don’t make me wait,” she begged me. It was strange; I knew she wanted me, but she was usually more in control.
I wanted her bite and I wanted to give her my blood, but there were other things I wanted more, like more of her tongue on my body and every inch of the cock between her legs. She let her head fall to the side and nuzzled my thigh with rough affection, the way a loving cat would do to its beloved owner. I ran my fingers through her jet-black spikes for the first time. They were so soft. Her purr grew louder and she rubbed her cheek and then her chin along the inside of my hips. My body arched up to her face. I spoke boldly before the courage to ask went away.
“Please,” I said. “Lick me first.”
“Okay, baby,” she groaned in reply.
My legs were spread wide by her strong hands, forcing my knees almost to my chest. I shifted on the bed just as her lips covered my slit. With a slight upward motion, her tongue spread me wider.
The moaning couldn’t be helped. My body needed her, wanted her more than I could handle to keep in.
Despite the desperate sounds she was making, Camila managed to work me slowly, gently sucking my clit into her mouth. Paying affectionate attention to my opening with her tongue. I gripped her hair tighter and let my body go with the motions of her lips.
With her, there had never been any time for me to consider what I liked, what subtle skills or advanced tricks someone would have to use on me to make me come. With her, everything worked.
Everything she did with her mouth, the soft scraping of her teeth over my clit or the insistent thrusts of her tongue inside, all of it brought me closer and closer to coming.
She alternated, her hands never leaving my thighs, just her lips and her tongue, teasing me, torturing me. Our eyes met. She was all animal in that moment, all demon, and I could see how hard she was fighting to keep her control in check. That heat in her eyes, the want, that pushed me over. I cried out, whimpering nonsense into the cool air above us, clutching on to her head. She met my downward thrust,