The hallway was so dark that I could barely see anything as I went to the room where he'd texted me the number earlier that day. I didn't even know this place existed, so I had to get an Uber and walk another 20 minutes down a secluded path lined with forest. The sun was setting at the time, and the beams of light shone through the trees, making the whole thing seem mystical, which is quite funny now that I know my authentic self.
Dating a vampire that could read your mind meant that not much was off limits, especially trying to keep your birthday a secret. I had awoken this morning to a text message from Remington with nothing but a postcode and then a room number after another text that read; Happy Birthday.
The hotel looked like a cottage from a fairytale, surrounded by greenery, flowers, and twinkling lights. I felt so at home around nature and plants, as I had always done, and now I know why. The large wooden door creaked open as I stepped through it. The reception area was small but homely, and the scent of incense warmed my nose as I looked around. A beautiful woman with scarlet red hair stood behind a small counter; her eyes were pale blue and almost looked unnatural; knowing what I know about the world now, I couldn't help but wonder if and what kind of creature she was. This whole place screamed supernatural.
"Natasha?"
Her voice was so musical sounding and hypnotic that I couldn't do anything but stand there dumbly and nod my head. She smiled at me, and I felt something inside myself shift, as if I, an entirely straight woman, would do anything to please this woman. Be it with my hands or my mouth, I wanted to worship her, smell her, taste her. I bite my lip, watching as she reaches under her desk, takes out a black gift box, and then walks around the desk to bring it to me.
"A gift for you from Remington," she smiles at me, locking eyes with mine as she hands over the box. She brushes her fingertips across my arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake, and I still can't find my voice.
"Everything you need is in this box; he will arrive in an hour."
Hearing Remington's name seems to pull me out of whatever spell this woman has me under, and I quickly give her a breathless thank you and make my way to the top floor, where the room he'd booked for us is located. The hallway was so dark that I could barely see where I was going. Luckily, it was one lone corridor, and I walked along, and coming to the end, the door number I had memorized illuminated itself.
Inside, the room was nothing short of extravagant. The large four-poster bed with black silk sheets stood proudly in the center of the room. Along the ceiling, wooden beams held the structure of the building, but metal bars attached to some of the wooden beams gave the room an industrial feel. A small table by the bed held a bottle of wine and two glasses. I poured myself a glass before opening the box containing a short, black silk mini dress.
I took the dress to the bathroom, another room that impressed me with its dark marble countertops, walk-in shower, and a whirlpool bath in one corner of the bathroom. I quickly showered, tying up my curled hair to avoid getting it wet. Although I had showered not long before leaving, I couldn't resist taking advantage of the enormous rainfall shower. I let the water run over my skin and enjoyed the experience. I noticed my favorite perfume on the counter and felt like somebody created this whole room just for me. Before heading back to the bedroom, I spritzed my neck and wrists.
As I catch sight of him, my breath catches in my throat. He's standing by the doorway, wearing a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms and a pair of black jeans. His hair is styled in the way I love, and he makes my mouth water. I immediately rush over to him, my arms wrapping themselves around his shoulders while his hands grip my silk-covered ass, squeezing and kneading. He immediately takes my mouth, his kiss hungry and urgent, and I open my mouth, granting his remarkable tongue entry to mine.
He backs me further into the room, toward the bed, but doesn't lay me down. Instead, his groping hands move from my ass to the curve of my waist and hoist me up effortlessly above him. My hands grabbed into the metal bars hanging from the ceiling, and my legs on his shoulders. In nothing but the silk dress, my bare pussy is there for the taking, ready to be devoured. His tongue finds my clit immediately, softly licking the sensitive bud, his hands back to their groping of my now bare backside as his mouth tastes me. His tongue moves down to my entrance, snaking its way inside me and then back out, up and down the entirety of my cunt before taking my clit into his mouth and sucking on it, his tongue flicking over it again and again. My hands let go of the steel bar and into his hair, wanting to feel more of him. I feel a cold fingertip teasing my puckered asshole, sending me into a frenzy, and I try to hold on as he walks me toward the bed.
His mouth is still attached to my clit as he lays me down; he slides two long fingers into my now sopping-wet cunt and pumps them slowly, building up pressure inside my lower body. I grind my hips against his face, matching the pace of his fingers, and my whole being leaves my body when he curls his fingers. Unlatching his mouth from me, he furiously finger fucks my snatch, pressing his fingers against my G-spot over and over. His eyes bore into my own as he watches me cum for him. A grin on his face as my cunt clings to his fingers and my pussy juices coat his hand.
"Mmm, what a warm welcome," I moan out with a satisfied smile as he reaches up to kiss me, his tongue plunging deep and messy, my juices and our saliva mingling together.
My legs wrap around him, and I grind myself against his erection through his jeans, not at all caring that I'm smearing them in my cum. Not seeming to care either, Remington lets out a breathy moan into my mouth and matches my movements, dry-humping me. The friction of the denim against the sensitive bare skin of my cunt makes me grip his shoulders, really putting everything I have into the grinding. Dry-humping is hot as hell, but it's just not quite enough.
My hands go to his shirt, and I work on the buttons with trembling fingers. With each button coming undone and more of that chiseled body showing, I want more of him--I always want more of him. Remington kneels in between my spread legs and removes the shirt, tossing it into the abyss. As I move to sit, he repositions himself, so I sit on his lap, straddling him, and his fingers find the hem of the dress to lift it over my head, leaving me completely naked in his arms. The same cold fingertips trail lines down my back, from my shoulder blades down to my ass and back up, cooling my heated skin.
"I've missed you," He says softly, looking deep into my eyes. The blackness reminds me of shadowy smoke. A blackness that all vampires have. It's supposed to represent their lack of a soul, which people say the eyes are a window of.
