Mona đ (cherishedlife) wrote in the_cirque, @ 2024-04-12 21:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, c: kit turner, c: mona savickas |
WHO Mona & Kit
WHEN so very backdated: Wednesday, 13th March
WHERE Monaâs trailer
WHAT Mona decides to stop comparing herself to every hotter woman at cirque and jump Kit already
WARNINGS it's literally all sex. [complete]
Almost four weeks ago Mona had finally decided to push past the apprehension of sleeping with Kit. Theyâd been seeing each other since the year had begun (and sheâd been thinking about him for a decade) and the only thing stopping her had been the phantoms of the many many others heâd been with over his very long life. There was nothing like the murder of a colleague to put a large damper on budding potential-romance. Patric couldnât be blamed for what had happened to him and Kit understood Monaâs hesitation to let loose in the wake of such a tragedy. Sex was hardly the main thing on anyoneâs mindâeven his ownâas the Cirque reeled and speculation about what happened started to fly. It didnât mean that he and Mona stopped seeing one another. Physical intimacy was replaced with other equally enjoyable things and the vampire found that he was just as happy lounging around Monaâs trailer chatting or watching TV or being her taste-test guinea pig. Just because they werenât tearing one anotherâs clothes off didnât mean that whatever it was growing between them was put on pause. Even after they moved from Marrakech to Hyderabad and left the Patric situation behind, Kit respected Monaâs decision to keep things largely platonic between them. Given how he was nocturnal, it took Kit a few hours after the initial text sent by Mona to reply. He had padded downstairs and warmed up something for breakfast before idly scrolling through his phone, the message giving him momentary pause as he read and reread it; there was no mistaking what Mona meant by it. By the time Kit arrived at Monaâs trailer a few hours later, he had done as she wished. His skin was warm and flushed as though he were alive, his eyes sparkling and his ever-present hunger sated for the time being. A good meal had invigorated him, his natural appeal seemingly injected with something a little extra as he lightly knocked on her door and waited. Kit had already seen her naked before, but despite that Mona wanted so much to make an impression on him. And so when he showed up in the evening, looking gorgeous and alive and vibrant, Mona was dressed in green velvet, her hair straightened into something sleek and manageable, and even with a little eyeliner on. (Kit had seen the dress before, because Monaâs collection of clothes at the cirque was not very large, and her collection of âniceâ clothes even smaller. This was the same thing sheâd worn when theyâd attended the New Yearâs Eve party in Finland together. It had been their sort of first date, so maybe it was fitting she wore it again tonight.) Mona smiled at Kit in the doorway (he was so impossibly pretty) and said, âHi.â There was something slightly breathless in her tone, the nervousness of someone who was excited to do something thrilling but anxious about it all the same. Kit was sky-diving. He was bungee jumping and big wave surfing and running with the bulls, and Mona had spent her whole life wanting to live trying the wildest things she could dare. âYou look really good,â she told him, even though she knew that Kit of all people didnât need to hear more compliments. He was the polar opposite of her that way: Mona had trouble believing any compliment given to her, whereas Kit accepted them all as obvious. She kind of loved that about him. She wished for such confidence. Not having expected Mona to meet him at the door dressed so glamorously, Kitâs brows rose in surprise as he flashed her an easy smile. âHey, you,â he offered, stepping inside to rest a casual hand on her waist while leaning in for a cheek kiss. Very chaste, very sweet. âYou look amazing.â Courteously slipping out of his shoes and nudging them next to the door, the vampire chuckled as they essentially told one another the same thing. âI would've dressed a bit better if I knew we were going all out,â he confessed, glancing down at his somewhat generic wardrobe staples: slim dark jeans and a black dress shirt rolled up at the sleeves. âWhat's the occasion?â he went on to ask, feigning innocence that never quite sat right coming from a renowned scoundrel like him. âYou are,â she told him, biting her bottom lip to try and keep her smile from overtaking everything else. She smoothed down her dress. âSo I thought maybe something a little showy.â A little sexy, she didnât say, but she wanted him to think that as well. Sheâd even gone out and bought lingerie specifically for tonight, much sexier than her usual t-shirt bras but (to be honest) nothing dramatic enough to would ever grace the pages of a menâs magazine. One of the men sheâd dated for a brief time on the outside had been such a fan of lacy underthings. Sheâd been with Kajus for less than five months and over that time he kept gifting them to her, arriving on their dates in white boxes, held gently in tissue paper. Heâd had a lot of money, and the lingerie was just one display of it. But Mona had not once felt comfortable wearing them, those skimpy things that scratched and caught and itched and were clearly far more for his benefit than hers. Every time sheâd worn them for him heâd told her how sexy she looked in them, but sheâd never felt sexy. Sheâd felt awkward. Sheâd felt like not herself. Sheâd felt like she could have been anyone to him. Maybe he was yet another man she hadnât given a real chance to. Yet another man that maybe could have gone somewhere if sheâd felt she could be herself. But that was all behind her now, and standing in front of her was a man like that, who she would never have to keep secrets from, who she could be truthful and real with. The thought of that made her kiss him, much deeper than the chaste cheek kiss theyâd started with. When she broke the kiss it was to say, âIâve missed you.â Although Mona saw him most days, she hoped Kit knew what she meant. It was perhaps good then that Kit had come to the conclusion that most things Mona wore were sexy in their own way. It was less about the clothing and adornments and more about the person who was wearing it. Not that he had confessed such a thing out loud. He still had a lot to think about when it came to the redhead and how she actually made him feel. âIâm always an occasion,â he said with a shrug and a smirk, which was promptly kissed off his face as Mona drew him in again. It was certainly something he could get used to. Skimming his fingertips across her cheek and pushing her hair back behind her ear, Kit cupped Monaâs cheek and practically beamed at her comment about missing him. Of course he knew what she meant, given how they hadn't actually been apart or too far from one another. âI got the sense,â he muttered with a soft laugh, reaching down with his free hand to pat his stomach, âAnd I did what you asked.â âItâs very weird dating a vampire,â Mona had to admit, unable to get over the oddness of their sex life hinging on whether heâd had enough blood to drink or not. A lot of people did not have to think about that. It was sort of like Kit needed viagra in a way, but Mona decided to never ever describe it like that to him out loud. Looking up at him she felt like she should admit to the second thing. âI feel nervous, itâs so silly.â She laughed gently, trying to shake off that self-consciousness. âItâs not like we havenât already- Well, you know.â Heâd had his face buried between her thighs. Sheâd tasted herself on his lips. They were not exactly strangers touching each other for the first time. A cooler person would have just played it off, but since that cooler person was not there Kit could only have Monaâs more honest thoughts. Before he was able to comment on the weirdness of dating someone of his kindâhe could understand how strange it had to have been when past experience only dealt with humansâMona was admitting her anxieties about what was to happen. âIt's not silly,â he said, free hand coming to lace around her own as the one against her cheek dropped to settle on her shoulder, âWe've got a lot of history, you and I, so I reckon it's normal to feel a bit worried.â This was new territory for Kit; he typically didn't do much talking when it came to the prelude of sex. Aware of the type of person Mona was by this point, he proceeded as carefully as he could manage. âIs there anything I can do to ease your mind a bit?â he asked, aware that talking in-depth about it would likely only make her nerves intensify. If there was something he knew about her by now, it was that approaching potentially awkward topics would only make it worse. Still, asking first surely couldn't hurt. What would make her feel like this was less of a weird thing? Probably just doing it already so she no longer had to actually wonder about if she would be disappointing to him. Either everything would go fine or it wouldnât, but she had some strong assumptions that it was going to be the first one. Heâd already seen her naked! This was so silly andâ oh, right. Heâd seen her completely naked. She reached a hand up to brush her thumb against those gorgeous lips of his. âI want you to take your clothes off,â she told him, her words were low, but less bashful than sheâd expected them to come out. Her eyes locked on Kitâs, Mona ran her hand down his chest, down the front of his trousers, her touch feather-light. âI want to see you.â Kit liked directness, so when Mona set a hand on his chest to lightly explore his body while giving voice to her thoughts, it was all he could do to nod and immediately comply with a light kiss to the pad of her thumb. Bringing both hands to his shirt front, the vampire deftly popped each button until the fabric fluttered open to expose his chest. Shrugging it off and allowing it to fall away without further thought, his hands moved down to the front of his jeans. âDo you feel like helping or do you want to take a seat for a show?â he joked, waggling his eyebrows in a playful display that he hoped would continue to set her mind at ease. âI've been told I have great hips for lap dances, if you're partial.â Monaâs smile was bright at his words, and she enjoyed so much his absolute desire to perform. He was such a natural, so at home in his body, so assured of how hot he was. Maybe if she didnât like him so much sheâd find that annoying, but Kit was Kit and heâd always had her attention, even before sheâd wanted him like this, even when he spent his time tormenting her with flirtations that she didnât know how to respond to. The question was, did she want to watch or did she want to touch? Both sounded like very nice options, both had their benefits. She chewed on her lip a little, letting her eyes sweep down his body, not making any attempt to hide her attraction. Mona wasnât the type to play games, not intentionally. (Sheâd been accused of being a tease before, but she didnât think that was fair. Sometimes things just became a little too real for her and she had to pull back.) âI donât know about a lap dance,â she said, putting her hands on his chest and feeling the warmth of him (someone elseâs blood was doing that, so strange to think about). Slowly her hands both moved down to his fly, slowly undoing the button. âIâve always thought they seemed vaguely ridiculous.â âWhich is why I'd be so good at it,â Kit said, eyes moving from her face to the tickling slide of her hands down to the fry of his pants, âBecause I am also ridiculous, as you've definitely told me several times before.â Letting her pop open the button, Kit assisted in tugging the zipper down and nudging the material from his waist. They caught on his hips momentarily before he pushed them further, smoothly stepping out of them clad only in snug fitting boxer briefs (black, naturally.) Unlike the last time they had been intimate, there was definitely something happening below the material due to the vampire having fed, a bulge that hadn't grown too much just yet on the thought of what was to come alone. He expected that to change soon enough, his fingertips toying with the elastic around his abdomen as he eyed Mona for either a go-ahead or assistance. Mona couldnât help the way her breath caught as she watched his fingers, couldnât help the way her tongue flicked for a moment across her bottom lip at the lines of his visible musculature. Yes, Kit could be ridiculous, but nothing about him felt ridiculous right now. Standing so eagerly in front of him, Mona squeezed her thighs together, feeling the blood rushing downwards in anticipation. âGo on then,â she said, breathy with want, hungry for him to remove that final layer. Mona wanted to rip off her own clothes already, but more than that she wanted for a moment to be the one still standing here dressed. She wanted to take in Kit as he was, to enjoy that he was there just for her in this moment. Already aware of the effect his stripping was having on Mona, Kit flashed her a confident smile as he finally dropped the final layer hiding his full body from her and the world inside of her trailer. Using his foot to nudge the article aside, the vampire kept his arms out of the way so that she could take in the full scope of his naked body before her. Flushed with borrowed blood, he was less pale than usual but still not as tanned as he'd been in life, his dark hair standing out in stark contrast over his chest with a trail leading down the center of his torso to his abdomen and beyond. He was decently landscaped, given his penchant for moments just like this, and by now he was at least half-hard with anticipation. âHow does it feel being so overdressed?â he joked easily, no hint of anxiety despite currently baring all. Mona had taken a step back from him as he took off the last of his clothes, drinking him in with absolute shamelessness. It was easy to do with Kit, because she knew how much he would want her to do exactly that. Naked Kit in her caravan. Naked Kit all for her, beautiful and perfect. Cheeks growing pink, Mona leaned back against the bench behind her and said, âitâs starting to feel terrible.â A small playful smile and a tilt of her head. âUndress me?â She might have said âtear my clothes offâ but Mona really liked this dress. Giving her time and space to drink in the sight of him, Kit waited with a degree of patience that many would be surprised he possessed. He could bide his time when necessary, a skill honed over the years during his act which often required a cool head and careful precision. It didn't always translate well in intimate situations but, during a time like this, it was worth it. âIt'd be a pleasure,â he replied, closing the gap between them and setting his hands on her waist. In one swift movement he turned her around so that her back was to him, fingers skimming the silky material as they traveled downwards to catch the bottom hem and begin to lift it up. Making sure that his fingertips brushed her legs as they were exposed, he dipped his hands underneath and sought out the waistband of her panties to slowly slide them down first. It was the backwards way to do this, he knew, but he was curious and wanted to see whether his assumptions about the evening had been correct. Once she had stepped out of the material, Kit brought the underwear up with a winning smile as he looked over them. âAre these new?â he whispered, leaning in to mouth at the back of her neck and nuzzle into her ear with a smirk evident in his voice. His move was unexpected and completely thrilling, and Mona felt her skin electrified by the way he turned her, by the way he slipped her underwear off first, by the way his fingers skimmed her skin. She smiled at Kitâs words, tilting her neck so that he had better access to her skin. âThey are,â she admitted, her accent a little thicker with lust. âDo you like them?â Mona reached a hand behind herself, fingers seeking that growing hardness at her back. Upon finding it she made a little whimper of want, unable to stop the sound escaping her lips even if she wanted to. As the tilt of Monaâs neck gave him ample room to play with, Kitâs lips kissed their way down from her ear to nuzzle into the afforded space. Inhaling deeply, he could practically taste the blood under her skin, his mouth near watering as her scent filled his sharp senses. âI like them better in my hands than on you,â he muttered playfully, forcing himself to withdraw so he could cast his eyes over the material. Used to seeing Mona in less lacy undergarments, it was a surprising change that made him feel warm. They were new and they were different. It was not a stretch to believe they had been bought specifically for that evening, for him in particular. Dropping them to the floor at the exact moment Monaâs searching hands touched his hardening cock, Kit let out a sound of encouragement while crowding in a bit closer. Newly free hands moved to the zipper of the dress at Monaâs back, making short work of it before slipping it off her shoulders and returning his mouth to the newly exposed skin. As his lips explored, one hand unhooked the strap of the bra at the middle of her back, the material slipping down her arms and to the floor with a little help from him. Now they were both in a similar state of undress, the heat mounting between them, Kit encircled his arms around Monaâs waist and gently urged her back into his hard chest, hands smoothing over her taut stomach and up to cup her breasts while he continued to kiss at the juncture of her neck. Kitâs skin was probably as hot as it was going to get, vampire that he was, but Mona had no such problems. Pressed close against Kit she felt flushed and warm and, yes, adored. The way that Kit so clearly needed her right now. Mona didnât think sheâd ever felt that before. Men had been excited to have sex with her but none of them had really known her, and so it was different. Kit wanted Mona, the real her, the her that was part of this whole crazy world that the people outside of it couldnât comprehend. It made her want to give Kit anything. It made her want to beanything for him. But it also made her feel like maybe she didnât have to âbeâ anything but who she already was. She spun around in Kitâs arms suddenly so that she could kiss him with hunger, feeling the press of him against her stomach. After her lips left his she kissed his throat and said, âpick me up. Carry me to bed.â The turn in his arms wasn't wholly surprising, Kitâs hands falling away to settle on her petite waist as she pressed flush against him. It was delightful to feel every inch of Monaâs flushed skin against him in this way, his desire for her evident in the eagerness of his kiss and the swelling member between their stomachs. It was a hardship to draw back, with Kitâs half-lidded eyes focusing on her lips as she spoke. With a nod of agreement, he slipped his hands to the backs of her thighs and lifted her as though she weighed nothing, encouraging her legs to wrap around him as he padded towards the stairs. Cognisant of the size restraints of Monaâs home, Kit ducked his head as he moved them to the upper floor. Focusing fully on the path he was taking, it was sweet relief when he reached the bed and carefully set Mona down on the edge. After waiting for her to shift back, he crawled after her to bracket her with his body, arms propped on either side of her head as he leaned down to nuzzle her neck again. Even when dressed there was something thrilling about being picked up by Kit as though she were weightless, and it turned out to be even more thrilling when there was not a stitch of clothing between the two of them. As he carried her, Monaâs fingers moved across his back, his shoulders, up into his hair, seeking to kiss him even though he was clearly trying not to make them fall from the steep and narrow stairs. (These cirque trailers were not built for activities like this. Or, at least, Monaâs one certainly was not.) A small sound of escaping air passed Monaâs lips as she hit the bed and when Kit came crawling towards her, Mona was happy to pull him closer. When his lips returned to her throat she moaned and tilted her head back, one leg coming up to wrap around Kitâs back, almost as though to drag him even closer to her. She could feel the insistent press of his hardness against her now, and her only regret was waiting so long to do this at all. âI love your hands on me,â she whispered, eyes closed and focused so much on the weight of him, gorgeous and promising more. It was so easy, so simple to fall into the moment. A lot of the time with new partners, there was a potential for awkwardness. Given the history between them, there was a greater likelihood of that now. Yet it felt almost as easy as breathing, or at least what Kit remembered that to feel like. Eagerly kissing Mona as he was pulled closer, Kit moaned softly at the gentle wrap of her leg against his back. It opened her up to him, her desire hot between her parted thighs and so, so inviting. âWhere do you like them best?â he asked playfully, nipping at her bottom lip before drawing back to gaze down upon her, one hand coming to splay on her shoulder, âHere?â Steadily skimming his palm down the length of her arm, it eventually snaked its way to her side and further down, caressing her outer thigh as he kept his gaze fixed on her face. âThereâs nowhere they donât feel good,â Mona told him with complete honesty, not quite matching his own playfulness with it. It was true. She wanted those hands to slide over each single inch of her skin, just to make sure there was not one part of her that got forgotten. She felt safe with him and that wasnât a feeling she associated with men. Mona had few traumas to speak ofâ-though what woman could claim sheâd never experienced something untoward at the hands of men?--but she was not used to feeling like she was in emotional safe hands with them. Her own fault (Mona knew that, sheâd never given them the chance) and yet it remained true. Her own hands slid across Kitâs smooth back, down the curve of his spine and then to grip onto his arse, smiling at him before capturing his lips with her own. Unaware of what Mona was thinking, Kit continued to caress her body while drinking in the sight of her face. He relished the way she looked at him, the flush of her cheeks, the way her eyes caught the light. When he looked at her, he really looked. Sometimes he didnât take the time to properly acquaint himself but that was not an issue here. Feeling the grope to his ass, Kit was just able to mutter out a playful âCheeky,â before Mona drew him into a kiss. Happily succumbing to it, he pried her lips open and deepened it almost immediately as he shifted a little to the side in order to give himself room to move. The hand that had been exploring her side slipped between them now, deft fingers moving between her thighs and tracing the seam of her. The warm slickness he felt had him smiling into the kiss, his steady caress the only indication he was able to give before he began to slide his digits inside of her. Mona found that she liked being called cheeky, but the thought of that was gone almost as soon as it appeared, distracted as she was by Kitâs tongue and then byâoh godâ his fingers. Her intake of breath was sudden and accompanied by a little sound of pleasure as she arched against those fingers. Her hand reached down between them (having to squirm a little to find the space, so close they were) and wrapped around him, very slowly stroking as his fingers sunk inside her. This was really happening. This was absolutely and completely going to happen. Sheâd thought about it so many times (obsessed on it so many times, even though she pretended she hadnât), even brought herself to climax a few times with Kitâs presence in mind. And here it was, flesh and true. But then, suddenly remembering something she should have remembered earlier, she said, âwait, wait-â her voice was breathless, a quiet whisper just shared between them. âCan vampires-â A pause because saying âpregnantâ or âSTDsâ both seemed like mood killers and Mona would die before she ever chose to kill this mood, but the question still needed to be asked. âDo we need something?â The curve of Monaâs body as it arched up against him was a favourable sign, his fingers slowly moving inside a few times before slipping out to seek out the nub of her clit instead. Managing a slow press and caress, Kit gasped softly as her warm hand encased his cock and began to reciprocate. Far from the pause being a mood killer, the things that Mona hinted at in the next instance drew a laugh from Kit. A proper chuckle, the corners of his eyes crinkling and his fangs flashing. âPart of me wants to make you say it,â he teased, leaning in to steal a light kiss to appease her for finding the situation funny, âBut Iâll spare us both. We donât need protection, any little swimmers Iâve got are dead in the water, so to speak. But if you want me to put something on then I will.â Although there was no way he could get anyone pregnant or pass along anything, he knew that some people simply didnât like how messy sex could be. That was perfectly okay with him and he wanted Mona to be comfortable with what happened between them. With a smile Mona shook her head lightly. âNo, itâs fine then,â she assured him. âI just wanted to make sure.â Her hand moved on his dick again as she watched him, just so she could see his reaction. Sheâd never had unprotected sex with anyone before, but then sheâd had to worry about mundane things like babies or herpes. What an unexpectedly great side effect of being in love with a vampire. ⌠Oh. Oh. The thought clicked into place like the last square of a rubix cube. Because⌠of course she did. Of course she loved him. Of course she was in love with him. The fact that sheâd never thought those words exactly like that before seemed insane now that she had. Another smile up at Kit and a warmth moving through her that wasnât just about the way he was touching her. He was so beautiful. Just being around him made her so happy. And she loved him. âMake love to me, Kit,â she said, reaching up a hand to brush his cheek. The reaction that Mona had been seeking was plain to see on Kitâs face, his lips parting and his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard. Rigid cock encircled by a soft, warm hand, he couldnât repress the urge to buck into it as his fingers began to move against her once again. But then she was touching his face as though he were made of the finest porcelain, so gentle and reverent, and the vampire knew in that moment that he would likely give Mona anything in the world she asked for, no matter the cost. Make love. Those words conjured something warm inside of Kitâs chest, his expression softening as he nodded. If he paused to think about it, he would have realised that nobody had ever asked him for that before. So many instances with Mona were firsts for him too, despite his extensive experience, and maybe that was one of the reasons he was so drawn to her. As carefully as he was able, Kit pushed himself up onto his knees and maneuvered himself to settle between Monaâs legs. Nudging them further apart with one hand that eventually came to settle on her outer thigh, he used his other to steadily pump his cock in preparation, holding it at the base to gently tease it over her slit while looking up at her face. Offering her a ridiculously soft smile, Kit nudged the head of his cock inside and steadily entered her inch by inch. Mona hadnât realised sheâd been holding her breath until Kit entered her, and it escaped as a small gasp, a moment so long anticipated and now actually happening. The way that he looked at her was as though she were the only thing in the world right then. What had she been thinking to be so worried about all his other lovers? To think that Kit would ever make her feel like she was less than anyone. Heâd been nothing but warm and kind with her since they had met, and Mona reached out with her hand so that she could draw him back into a kiss, needing that while he moved inside of her. He felt amazing- though she suspected that sheâd thought about this so long, that she was always going to think that. Maybe it wasnât a truly unbiased assessment of anything. She would need more time to let go of all the ideas sheâd placed upon this. Monaâs hands moved across Kitâs body as though she could touch every part of him at once, and she sought out a rhythm with her hips to match his, arching to take him deeper if she could. When Kit stopped kissing her, she didnât let him go, instead moving her wet mouth to his throat, her breath heavy, her skin flushed and aching for him. Falling into the kiss was easy, one of his hands coming to cup the side of Monaâs face as his hips continued to drive forwards. Stilling once he was buried to the hilt, Kit drew back and smiled breathlessly when her first instinct was to start mouthing his neck. âThatâs my move,â he whispered playfully while leaning in to place a kiss to her forehead, for it was the only part his lips could reach without disrupting her ministrations. Fingers toying with a loose strand of her hair, he slowly began to draw back out in order to begin building a steady rhythm between them. They had nothing to rush for; this had been a decade-long wait, and Kit was determined to do it right. Mona smiled at his words and said, âmy teeth arenât quite so sharp.â As though to demonstrate she nipped at him before he drew away, barely more effective than a newborn pup. (Human teeth were strong though, Mona knew that. If sheâd wanted to she could have broken the skin, and she suspected maybe heâd like that. Sheâd never asked Kitâor any vampireâabout whether the blood drinking was sexual, but sheâd read enough vampire fiction to have a pretty good ideaâŚ) Reaching one hand up behind her, Mona put her flat palm against the wall to help brace them, tilting her head back and closing her eyes in pleasure. Although it had been years and years since sheâd slept with anyone, it seemed to be something you didnât forget how to do. (Thank god!) But more than those other times, this all felt so right. Was it always supposed to have felt like this? It wasnât even the physicality of it that worked. It was everything about the moment they were caught inside. (But Mona couldnât deny that the physical feelings were also their own kind of perfect.) It was a good thing that Mona didnât feel inclined to take a bite of him. Kit laughed at the barely-felt scrape of teeth, hips continuing to roll rhythmically at a somewhat gentle pace. Best to start out slow, or so he assumed, when making love. Not to say that Kitâs thrusts were overly tender. While his pacing was slow to ensure he drove home deeply with each forward rock of his hips, there was a power behind them that had Mona reaching back to steady them against the wall; a sight in his peripheral that drew a chuckle that was smothered in her hair as he buried his face there. Eventually he leaned back to look at her, taking in the shifts of pleasure on her face, and he stole the briefest of kisses before his hand uncoiled from her hair and slipped between their bodies instead, fingers seeking out the apex of her entrance to brush across her clit once again. âOh god yes,â Mona whispered, the words preceded by a sudden whimper of enjoyment when he touched her and followed by Mona biting down on her bottom lip, her free hand digging into Kitâs thigh as though she could bring him closer, encourage him more, have him more fully. She could feel the absolute strength of him and there was the knowledge that he could toss her around like a rag doll if he wanted. Or if she wanted. Did she want that? God, all Mona knew was that all she wanted right now was him. Sheâd never been good at articulating anything to men when it came to sex and although she wanted to change that, now was not the time. Now was just to embrace this. And with his finger working over her clit, his dick thick and hard inside her, Mona was finding it increasingly hard to think of anything but how good it felt. Another moan and she turned her face into the pillow for a moment, letting herself gasp, thrusting her hips to meet his harder, her fingernails leaving half-moons on his outer thigh that she wouldnât remember making. Pleased to have garnered a positive response, the pressure to Monaâs clit increased while Kit altered the pace of his thrusting, steady and slow giving way to something a bit quicker but always as deep as he could muster. Alternating between speeds comfortably as the slide within her grew even easier with her body relaxing and growing more aroused, his mouth began to explore. Nuzzling into her neck he gave the skin there the lightest of grazes with his bared fangs, not lingering lest he give into a different kind of desire altogether. Instead his lips trailed down the valley of her chest between her breasts, a hand cupping and caressing one side as his tongue and lips enveloped the nipple of the other. Periodically glancing up at her face as both hands, his mouth, and his cock continued to move in tandem to bring her pleasure, Kit eventually came to pause. Rather than give voice to his thoughts, he acted on impulse instead. In one swift movement that had both hands temporarily shifting to her waist, cock still buried deeply inside of her, the vampire held tight and smoothly switched their positions so that he was laying back with Mona astride him. âBetter,â he breathed out, flashing her a grin as one hand returned to knead her breast and the other gravitated to finger her clit, his hips rolling upwards to continue pushing his cock into her tight heat. Now they had started and any potential nerves had dissipated, it felt right to let Mona set the pace and take from him whatever she wanted. Again it was like she weighed absolutely nothing, and Mona couldnât imagine a normal man being able to move them so easily without disturbance. Her hand moved to Kitâs chest to steady herself, and she didnât even have to worry about whether or not she was putting too much weight on him with it. It was surely impossible for her to hurt Kit, even if she tried. She liked on top, liked the control of it, but there was always a slight lingering feeling of extra self-consciousness. She was so on display to Kit and part of her always felt like she should be putting on a better show. Mona was a grown woman and not an idiot: she knew that porn wasnât real. She knew that all those performing women were doing just that: performing for a camera, for the consumption of others. And yet Mona still sometimes worried that maybe that was what she should be doing too. But Kit could only have the woman that she was, and that had to be enough. She looked down at him beneath her as she flexed her hips back and forth, controlling the way he slid against her walls. Slowly at first as she settled into the new position, but then more rapidly, her blood pulsing and her breathing erratic. His finger on her clit was beginning to make Mona shake, each breath escaping her mouth along with a collection of desperate whimpers. Kitâs mind was so very far from porn at that moment, his eyes fixed on Monaâs face to gauge her reaction to the switch. She seemed content with it, hands propping against his silent chest while rolling her hips to push him deeper. Sensing that things were building, Kit flashed her a grin as the movement between her legs slowed to an eventual stop. Drawing his fingers away, he made sure to keep hold of her gaze as he smirked before promptly slipping them between his lips. Sighing softly at the familiar scent and taste of her pleasure, he gave a teasing buck of his hips and watched to see how she would react. Monaâs whimper as he stopped was one of disappointment, her face falling into a needy pout. Why would he stop?? Was he an actual monster?? But then she watched as he tasted her and Monaâs chest rose and fell with heady need, her eyes hooded with desire and her tongue brushing her lip. She gave him a squeeze as he bucked against her but then warned, âIf you tease me, Iâll have to tease you.â Her words were a little breathless. âI could just stop moving completely from here.â She squeezed her muscles again, watching his face and wanting so much to play his games with the same cockiness. She just was not as good at cocky, and right now she was rather more focused on the sex than the game. As much as he hated to momentarily disappoint her, the payoff was certainly worth it. Even the threat of being teased didnât deter Kit, who made a sound of idle acknowledgement while continuing to suck on his fingers. Eventually pulling away, he looked up at her with a small sliver of pride. âYou could do that,â he began, his own hips rolling upwards once again, âBut it feels pretty good just being inside you, so Iâm okay to wait until your patience wears out. Iâve got the time.â âEasy to say when youâll live forever,â she told him with amusement. Monaâs smile was slow and charmed and she couldnât help but lean forward so that she could kiss him, her tongue meeting his and her hand still being used for stabilization on his chest. She had to admit, however, that even as they were unmoving this was wonderful. It gave her a clear-headed moment to think what was happening, and about how long sheâd thought about such things. And maybe it wasnât quite the right time (or maybe it was?) but when Mona eventually stopped kissing him she found herself gazing at his beautiful face and saying, âdo you know how many times I thought about exactly this after I lost the cirque?â Promptly distracted by her intoxicating kisses, Kitâs hands moved again to settle on the small of her back and twisted through the curls at the nape of her neck. Despite not needing to catch his breath, there was a pleasant sort of comfort that came from taking a moment to just be still. It wasnât something he was accustomed to when curled around another in the bedroom; yet another first he was giving up to Mona. Hold loose enough to allow her to draw back once the kisses ceased, Kit followed her avidly with his eyes and felt his expression soften at her honest admittance. There was no more vulnerable time than now, the baring of hearts as well as bodies. âI always knew you wanted me,â he muttered with a chuckle, arching up to place a kiss to her shoulder. Default playfulness, even in a moment like this. Rather than move on or attempt to diffuse by beginning to move again, Kit allowed himself to follow suit and speak from the heart as his fingertips ghosted along the dip of Monaâs spine. âBut I get it. I thought about it a lot tooâŚâ Pausing momentarily, he shifted in order to sit up, cradling Mona in his lap as he turned his face to press his cheek against the supple skin concealing her racing heart. It somehow felt easier to bare his soul when somewhat hidden. âI hadnât felt like that for anyone else before, like I feel nowâŚbut you were gone before I really knew what it all meant.â She had to kiss him then, ducking her head to find his lips and taking them with such passion and possessiveness that it surprised her. She was his, so stupidly, so completely. It shouldnât be possible to fall so hard for someone so quickly, but to be fair there had been nothing quick about them. Theyâd spent more than a year getting to know each other and supporting each other through various cirque-related traumas. Theyâd gotten so close before it all got snatched away with no resolution, without even ever so much as kissing. (There had been almosts though. Mona had never forgotten the almosts.) Her arms were wrapped around Kitâs shoulders as they kissed, her fingers digging into his back to keep him as close as physically possible, no fear of injuring him with her need. Let him feel it. Let it leave little bruises to show that sheâd been there. Let him feel how much she wanted him to be hers. Even if he was in someone elseâs bed tomorrow, she had him right now. Passionate, all-consuming kisses were a rarity for Kit. Used to quick and dirty bites of bottom lips and pilfering tongues fighting for dominance, he was taken aback by just how much he felt in the kiss Mona sought his mouth out to gift. It was as if his brain jolted, like the false start of an engine before it roared into life. For as soon as his body came back to him it was as if it were on autopilot, fuelled by intense feelings he still hadnât quite figured out and a decade of a what if. Arms looping around Monaâs middle, he continued to arch up and keep their lips connected while lifting her up the length of his cock and rolling up to follow. Pushing as deep as he was able at an almost excruciatingly slow pace, he once again found a rhythm to drive up into her while using a fraction of his strength to assist in raising her body up to let gravity do the rest. She moaned against his lips, having to break the kiss so that she could drop her head onto his shoulder and take a breath, her fingers still clinging to him. âPlease,â she whispered, kissing his throat, tongue tasting his skin. She realised that probably she needed to add something more, because âpleaseâ was, perhaps, not a full request. But that meant having to think logically, and that wasnât the easiest of things. âPlease,â she begged again before kissing his lips once more. âFaster. More. Please.â As if Kit could ever deny Mona anything. At her requests that sounded an awful lot like pleas, Kit grunted softly in return and tightened his hold around her in order to once again flip their positions. Leaning in to steal a brief kiss once Mona was on her back again, he picked up the pace of the rolling of his hips, kissing a sloppy trail from her mouth downwards to take one nipple between his teeth. Moaning quietly around it while shifting to find a different angle, Kitâs other hand gripped onto the outside of her thigh to encourage it around his waist, the position somehow opening Mona up to him further so he could delve even deeper. Mona didnât swear very much in English, not out loud. (She swore a lot more in Russian and Italian, just because it felt both more emphatic and a little politer in mixed company.) But despite that, with Kit finding an absolutely amazing angle and with his mouth on her nipple, Mona gritted her teeth and hissed, âoh fuck, oh fuck, oh my god,â her leg wrapped up around his back as much as it was able. Her skin was on fire, her cheeks so hot she could feel them blazing. She must have looked completely undone, messy-haired and red and with a sheen of sweat marked across her forehead. Kit knew he was doing something right when that litany of curses fell from Monaâs sweet lips. Smirking against the skin of her breast, his eyes flickered upwards to take in the sight of her teetering on the edge of coming undone. He had thought about this moment, just as she had, but his imagination certainly hadnât done the actual moment the justice it deserved. âThatâs it,â he practically crooned against her skin, nuzzling ever so slightly as he hitched her leg a fraction higher and continued to vigorously buck his hips to slide into her. Pressed flush against her, the vampire used his free hand to slip between them again, palm skimming her stomach and abdomen before seeking out the heat between her legs at their point of contact once more. There was something about his simple encouraging words that managed to turn Mona on even more. Maybe it was just his voice in general combined with his movements, combined with those fingers that returned to her clit and made her let out a wavering whimper of pleasure. âYesâ, she could hear herself whispering, barely audible. âThereâ right thereââ Between her legs the heat was growing and she could feel the way her muscles tightened and stiffened, every part of her ready, ready, ready, demanding that moment of release, each thrust from Kit driving her further towards the edge. Taking the verbal and physical cues that Mona was giving him, Kit focused on thrusting towards the exact place inside of her that had her calling out. Keeping up the pace was easy, given that he was hardly tired, and he was able to watch with anticipation and curiosity both as various expressions crossed her face. Having picked up the fact that she was close due to the thundering of her heartbeat and the ease with which he was able to continue rolling into her, Kit playfully nicked at her nipple with the edge of one fang, not enough to break the skin but just to tease the possibility. Perhaps one day they would get to such a point during a moment like this, though not tonight. Right now, he simply wanted to undo her in the old fashioned way. Monaâs orgasm, as it swept over her, felt almost violent in its intensity and she found herself throwing a hand over her mouth as she cried out, continuing to feel his dick, his hand, his skin, his mouth, all of it combining into inseparable sensations as her body throbbed and screamed. And it just kept going, just kept rolling, until eventually she was over the crest of it, practically gasping for hair and almost feeling like she might burst suddenly into tears. Mona grabbed for Kit, and the kiss was tired and messy but still hungry for him. His every movement feeling so extreme now to her extra-sensitive body, her whimpers pressing against his lips. Kitâs eyes were fixed on Monaâs face as she finally came unraveled under him, the spike of her pulse and the clench around his cock drawing a groan from him as he slowed his pace. Aware that she would be sensitive in the aftermath, he kept his movements steady and put less force behind them so she could catch her breath. Not that she could do that properly with her mouth so intently pressed to Kitâs own, but he was hardly going to complain. âYouâre good, youâre okay,â he muttered softly, lips skimming Monaâs own as he kept them as closely connected as possible. Reaching down, he brushed some errant locks of hair away from her forehead and slotted it behind her ear, fingertips caressing her burning cheeks as he all but beamed down at her. âIâve got you.â âYou really do,â she said to him, feeling her breathing settle even as each of his movements inside her newly overwhelmed in the very best way. Kit had her, and even now if he wanted to ever get rid of Mona heâd had to try very hard to do so. Her leg was still hooked around his waist, but she had to bring it back down to the bed, her muscles lacking the strength to keep it there. She reached up to slide her hand through his hair and breathed, âwill you come for me, Kit?â She was too deep in to be shy now, too caught up in him, too sunk down into the afterglow of her own orgasm to think about anything but how much she wanted him, and how much she longed to make him happy. Adjusting their positions as much as he was able, Kit smoothed a palm down the leg that uncurled from around his waist. The touches to his hair prompted a shiver to run down his back, his head nodding in response to her question. Really, he would like nothing more. Once he felt sure that she was fine, Kit slowly began to roll his hips again. Once again going at a steady pace, he leaned in to mouth at the hollow of her throat and over the expanse of her shoulder, eyes closed as he zeroed in on what he was feeling, what he needed to finally reach his own climax. It took a short while to find that perfect rhythm but eventually the vampire felt the telltale kindling of oncoming orgasm, his face intently pressed to breathe Mona in as he finally came with a barely audible groan that was smothered against her skin. Mona would have done absolutely anything for Kit in that moment, when his whole body came apart just for her. She couldnât see his face, buried as it was, but she ran her hands over his back to hold him close, fingers sweeping up through his hair. Her breathing was still heavy and she could feel them rising and falling together. A part of her wanted to say I love you but she didnât want to change anything about this moment. Besides, she should probably think on that whole idea a little more. This was all so new and feeling him with herâinside herâ was all that mattered right now. The touches to his back and hair soothed Kit, his smile smothered against Monaâs neck. Eventually he drew back to look at her, managing only a few seconds before the desire to kiss her overwhelmed him. It wasn't forceful or intense, something softer and almost appreciative. Without the need for words he carefully withdrew to lounge out beside her, propped on his side with an arm resting over her midsection and his face pressed into her shoulder. After what must have felt like a lifetime to Mona, they had finally taken that step they'd wanted to for so long. With Kitâs arm draped over her, Mona focused on just being here in the moment. Her usual desire to avoid physical affection was still being mitigated by the way her brain always separated sex out from that whole idea. Kissing and sex didnât make her feel that slight discomfort the same way that hugging often did, and Mona had absolutely no idea why that was the case. It seemed like it should be the other way around, especially coming from such an openly affectionate family that rarely even talked about sex. Often Mona wondered if she just hadnât inherited that ability to be happy in someoneâs arms, just like she hadnât inherited any powers. Maybe she was broken in more ways than one. But those thoughts could be pushed away for now, because Kit was warm and he smelled good and when she turned her head to the side she could lay a kiss on his hair. âThe world didnât even end,â she joked quietly. Likewise, it wasn't typical for Kit to linger too long after everything was said and done. It was more likely when sharing a bed with somebody he knew, someone he saw regularly, but even then it depended on a multitude of things. Right now, there was nowhere else he would have rather been. âMmmm, but it did shake a bit,â he teased back, smirk hidden against her shoulder. Mona laughed and when she did it felt about more than just his cheesy comment, but about the relief that she felt about everything. Theyâd had sex and nothing was ruined, nothing had gone wrong, and he was still here and not leaving. She had pictured so many times that she might have seen disappointment in his eyes in the afterglow, but right now he looked happy and at peace. Sometimes, it turned out, Mona made a big deal about nothing at all. That made Mona feel like she could do anything now. What were the other things she was scared of and how could she do them anyway? Monaâs move was sudden, pushing Kit onto his back so that she could straddle him, a bright smile on her face. âEverything feels so correct right now,â she told him. Happily turning onto his back at Monaâs prompting, Kit looked up at her with clear interest as his hands once again settled snugly at her waist. She seemed lighter somehow, as though any lingering doubts had fizzled away, which could only mean good things really. âWith you on top of me and both of us very happy?â he said, thumbs skimming the slight protrusions of her hipbones, eyes languidly taking in the sight of her astride him again with more appreciation now he wasnât so focused on his movements. âYes,â Mona agreed, smiling down at him. âBoth of those things.â Kit was not wrong about her being very happy, and she was glad that he felt it too. A weight had left Mona, and it wasnât just the orgasm. But that didnât exactly hurt. The tone of Monaâs next proposal was playful: âI suggest that we donât leave this trailer again until we both have to go to work.â Wednesday night now, so that certainly gave them plenty of time to do nothing but variations of this for a good long while. Sure, somewhere in there Mona (at least) would have to sleep and eat, but for now those things were both far from her mind. They could be thoughts for later, because Kit was her thought for now. |