Breaking the Bond that Binds.

Chapter 9 - Coming of Age

"You're so beautiful. I couldn't keep my eyes off you tonight." James could be a bit of a romantic when he wanted. He stroked my cheek and kissed me hard until I trembled. "I love this gorgeous face of yours. Those eyes...those wonderful eyes. Keep looking at me like that." He continued to kiss me deeply.

"Get into bed. I want to give you your present." Oh well, the romance was fleeting.

He is a cheeky bastard but I obey. I look at him the way I know always turns him on. He likes me looking sweet and innocent. Ironically, it's the way I was before I started sleeping with him. I smiled, climbed onto the bed on my hands and knees, slipped my underwear off as I went, and gave him a good look at my arse.

"Don't forget your hair." James reminds me as he strips. He likes to have sex with my hair loose. He loves to bury his face in it and have me stroke him with it. And when we're at the height of our lovemaking, he grabs a handful to control me until we come together.

It suddenly struck me that that if things had been different, tonight my hair would have been cut. I much preferred the idea that James will be fucking me, while his hands are wrapped in my hair. I wouldn't do anything differently if I was given the choice.

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I wake abruptly, tingling all over, not sure whether it was a nightmare or a noise that woke me. James is beside me sleeping peacefully. I'm hot and shaky, the sort of heat I remember from two years ago. It's not overwhelming like before but it is most definitely there building up inside me.

James's breathing is so loud in my ears. I can even hear his heart beating. I hear car horns in the distance. There's a cat somewhere outside prowling through the garden. It's scratching and pawing at the ground as clear as day.

It's happening. This must be the time I was born. My parents hadn't even got that right. The heat and aching need to mate were starting to make me feel sick and feverish. My cock is painfully stiff. I looked at James, I didn't want to use him but I have to.

I stroke his cock. He's well endowed and it did him proud stiffening instantly. I got on my hands and knees beside him and took him into my mouth. I took as much of him as I could and then drew back, letting my tongue snake around it. I did it over and over again until he started to moan and lift his hips.

"Virgil I'm tired babe." I kept on going, faster, deeper

"OMG that feels good," I can't get enough of him, the taste and feel of him.

He's fully awake now and groaning, holding back my hair so he can watch me. James is hard as a steel rod and ready for me again. I spit on my hand and stroke it over the head of his cock. Then I climb on top of him and put him inside me with one hard thrust. We both scream a mix of pleasure and pain. I move, easing him into me bit by bit.

My hair is flying around my face as I move faster, gyrating so that he can stretch and fill me. We're covered in sweat. I revel in the smell and sounds of our bodies. I swivel my hips so he can stroke the sensitive spots that make me explode with pleasure. He's got a death grip on my hips, I'll be covered in bruises tomorrow. I claw his chest. We mindlessly pounded each other as if we were one body. It's always been good between us but never like this. This was intense, it literally feels we are one fevered body.

Looking down at him, every muscle tense, his back arching, his mouth open and gasping for breath. He's so melt-in-your-mouth sexy. I lean down so I can sniff him better, he smells so good.

My tongue runs along his skin. He tastes like my James, he's delicious. I savour him on the tip of my tongue. Then a sudden overwhelming urge hits me like a lightning bolt. I can't help myself. I let my fangs drop and I bite him on the chest. He howled in pain and ecstasy as I rode him as hard as I could until we both came. Eventually, we caught our breath. Both of us were in shock at how mind-blowing our climax was.

We wrapped our arms and legs around each other. James fell asleep almost instantly. I watched him. Listened to his breathing slow. I was horrified that I had bitten him, I'd never wanted to before tonight. I sat up to look at the small puncture wound on his chest. I don't think I did any serious damage, some blood was still trickling out. Looking at the slow thick trickle gives me a rush. My breath caught in my throat. I'm trembling again. I bend down and lick the wound. Sucking it dry and following the line of dry blood down his chest. He moans in his sleep.

I understand now why James had been so frantic when we got home. I was flooding the room with my pheromones. It must have been torturing him all evening. He felt the change in me before I did. Poor babe couldn't help but feel desperate. Is this how it's going to be every full moon from now on?

I sucked hard on the wound for the last drop of his blood....damn he was delicious.