Summer Sin

    Sexual tension consumed her today, blurring her thoughts.  It was out of character, but it was all April could think about.  She’d find herself, in a meeting, squeezing her thighs together to get that delicious thrill, crossing and uncrossing her legs.  Driving home, she put the phone on vibrate and nestled it between her legs, a zing of pleasure delivered with each text received. 
    She couldn’t get him out of her mind.  Mysterious and dark, Ryder, a man she’d never actually met, appeared at odd times and she’d only catch brief glimpses of him before he vanished again. 
    At first, the visions were sporadic, and she dismissed them easily.  Over the months, they’d become more frequent and now, they occurred daily--today several times.  Her fantasies of him had grown much more intense, becoming a throbbing ache between her legs that begged to be quenched. 
    She thought of him now.  Average height and weight with mesmerizing brown eyes a girl could get lost in,  a disarming smile, and short black hair that she wanted to run her fingers through, Ryder was hot, sexy, intense.
    She drove home, air conditioning blasting, only half focused on the road.  Desire had built a tension in her so high today, that she could do nothing else until she had release.  She had to get home.  Now.
    It was a scorching summer afternoon in Tucson--not her favorite season--and the shun shone brightly.  Even with dark shades, April squinted against the brightness.  She rushed in the front door of her newly built stucco home, dropping her purse on the couch, slinging her keys on the counter, making a beeline for the bedroom, pulling her blonde hair out of its chignon as she walked.  The curtains were drawn and the room was mostly dark-- she‘d been in a hurry, running late for work this morning.  The bed, however, was made. 
    April was trembling with need by the time she reached her bed.  She kicked off her black pumps, slipped out of her skirt and white button-down shirt.  She slowed down a bit as she undressed, knowing that satisfaction was near.
    She turned and looked at her body in the mirror.  Her blue eyes were wide, her faced was flushed.  Her body was neither fat or thin--it was curvy and lush.  Feminine.  April eased the straps of her bra down her shoulders, watching the silky bra slip down over the tops of her breasts a little.  She smiled at her reflection--she looked good.  April unhooked the bra’s front closure, exposing her breasts.  She loved that first sensation of cool air hitting her erect nipples, and when it did, they stiffened further. 
    April palmed her swollen breasts, cupping them, enjoying their weight in her hands.  She pinched her sensitive nipples and a jolt of desire spread to the pit of her tummy.  She couldn’t take it much longer.
    Her hand dipped down over the smooth skin of her belly to her black thong panties.  April slipped them over her rounded hips and down her legs, kicking them off. 
    Naked at last, she eased back onto the pillows, getting comfortable.  Her clit throbbed in expectation and she slid her fingers between her legs, dipping down into the wetness there.  Slick fingers slid back up, spreading her lips, revealing her swollen clit.  She stoked it softly, round and round, pleasure almost unbearable now. 
    It’s not enough, damn it.  Frustrated, April reached for her nightstand drawer, clamping her hand around her battery-operated vibrator.  She hated using it, despised its unyielding plastic feel which was nothing but a pale comparison to the real thing.  Still, she held it to her pussy, inserting it, getting little relief from the penetration.  She tossed it to the side, annoyed.
    Her fingers were back on her rubbing her clit, faster this time.  Though it felt good, her orgasm seemed far away, like it was going to take a struggle to get there.  Why was the pleasure so much more intense when someone else’s fingers touched her?  Why were the resulting orgasms that much stronger when a man was giving her pleasure?
    April wanted her man here, now.  She closed her eyes tight.  Oh, Ryder, please come.
    Her imagination kicked on in high gear and she felt him, his weight above her, rough fingers stroking the insides of her thighs.  Afraid to break away from the illusion, she opened her eyes slowly.  He was there.  And naked.  His brown skin a sexy contrast against her own SPF 85 paleness.  She must be hallucinating.
    She reached up, tentatively touching his face.  She could feel the sandpaper texture of his jaw, his intense, dark gaze on her, his hot breath against her cheek. 
    April inhaled sharply.  “Are you real?”  she said.
    “Yes.” Ryder said, his voice low and sexy.  “You called me and I’m here for you.”
    “Who are you?” April said, her heart beating double-time.  She was both frightened and turned on.  She reached out and pulled his body closer to her even as her words pushed him away.
    “Ryder,” he said, kissing her neck, hovering for a beat above the pulse there. 
    April laughed.  “I know that.  I mean, who are you?  How did you know I needed you?”
    “I can read your mind.” Ryder said, as if that explained everything.  “Even from great distances.”  His lips grazed her nipple, creating another arc of pleasure within her body.
    “How?” April said, growing frustrated in more ways than one.  She reached down and took hold of his stiff cock, clasping her fist around it.  She wanted this dick inside her.
    “I’m a vampire.”  Ryder cupped her breasts and brought them together, suckling both nipples at once. 
    April moaned.  A vampire? Both scared and thrilled, she stroked him, feeling him twitch and grow harder still in her hand, though he was so very hard already, that seemed somewhat impossible.  “I want you,” she said,  sitting up.  “But first, there’s something I want to do.  Lie back.”
    Ryder did as instructed and April knelt to his side.  Sweeping her hair back from her face, she bent her head and ran her tongue up and down the length of his dick.  Stray hair fell back in her face and Ryder pushed it back, holding his hand on her head. 
    April licked a slow, wet circle around the head of his cock, lingering at the tip.  She gazed up into his brown eyes and smiled.  Flattening her tongue, she slid his dick into her mouth, taking him in as far as she could.  Ryder groaned and tugged at her hair.  She slid him in and out of her mouth, swirling her tongue around him as she went.  His legs started to tremble and April knew it was time to stop.  She looked up.  “Fuck me.”
    “As you wish,” Ryder pulled her down on top of him.  April straddled his hips and Ryder pushed slowly inside her, inch by inch, making her crazy.  Ryder stopped about halfway in and pulled out, leaving only the tip of his dick in her.
    April moaned.  This was too much.  She needed to feel him all the way inside her.  Now.  “Please,“ she said. 
    “Please what?” Ryder asked, rolling them over, smiling down at her.  God, those eyes . . .They did something magical to her.
    “Please give it to me.” April said.  “All of it. Please.”
    He smiled even more, bent his head, and kissed her.  His full lips moved over hers.  April kissed him back, the kiss greedy, hungry.  She clasped her hands around his back, dipping down to his butt, and gripping it in both hands.  She pulled him towards her.
    “All right,” he said, laughing. 
    Ryder slipped inside her, slowly again, but moving in deep.  When he was in as far as he could go he stopped and collapsed his weight on top of her.  April didn’t have to wonder why.  If he had been feeling even half of the desire she had, his relief was probably just as palpable as hers.  It was almost exhausting.  She massaged his back and kissed his neck and then he was up again and moving inside her, slowly at first, then building--quicker, harder, deeper.  He fucked her with all that he had and she met him thrust for thrust, their bodies shiny and damp with sweat. 
    Ryder felt perfect inside her, not too big, not too small,  like he was custom made just for her body.  Fucking him like this was incredible, she wished it could go on and on forever. 
    That was not to be.  Her orgasm, which once seemed unattainable, was coming on, unstoppable at this point.  Ryder was satisfying her inside and out.  He knew just how to position himself to relieve the itch inside her body as well as angling his hips to press against her most sensitive spot, maximizing her pleasure. 
    She couldn’t hold it off any longer.  April grabbed his ass, pulling him down on her harder, grinding her hips against him and then her vision was blurring and she was coming, out of control, her legs trembling, her body weak, blood roaring in her head.  Oh. My. God. This. Was. Fucking. Incredible.  She bit down on her lip, clinging to Ryder, riding out the last of the spasms and he held her hips immobile and pounded into her, his own orgasm coming as her muscles clenched around him.  April watched his face, mesmerized by the changes as pleasure overtook him.  His eyes glazed over, his arms shook, he cried out. 
    They lay together, bodies intertwined, afterward.  April didn’t know how long they stayed like that, with him still inside her, but she couldn’t get enough of him--his male scent, his smooth skin, those hypnotic eyes.
    She remembered that he’d told her he was a vampire.  She looked at him, his beautiful face, smooth features--he looked  innocent and youthful.  She laughed to herself.  He’d just demonstrated he was far from innocent.
    Ryder turned to face her.  “I must go now.” he said, sitting up.  “It’s a danger to you if I am here.”  He dressed, putting on faded Levi’s and a black t-shirt.
    “Will I see you again?”  she asked, suddenly afraid that she wouldn’t.
    He cupped her chin in his hand, tilting her face up toward his so that she met his gaze.  “Of course.  And anytime you need me, just call.”
    “How?” April asked, eyebrows knit. 
    “I can read your mind, remember?”  he said.  He kissed her softly and vanished.  Just like that he was gone.  The curtains swished and April went to the window, finding it open.  She gazed out.  Ryder was nowhere to be seen.
    April leaned against the window sill, hugging her arms around herself, expecting to feel empty and alone.  Instead, she realized, she felt a sweet warmth, almost a presence.  She savored the feeling for a moment. And then she knew--Ryder was with her, she carried a piece of him now. 
    April smiled.  It was turning out to be a great summer.