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We'd finished dinner and were drinking wine in the lounge.
“Can you remember anything at all about the day you disappeared?” Craven said.
“Nothing.”
“What about all of the years you were missing?”
“No. At least I don't think so.”
“What do you mean?”
“It's not really a memory, but I do have a recurring dream.”
He sipped his wine as he waited for me to continue.
“The dream doesn't make any sense. I'm in a dark passageway. It's a cave I think, although I'm not sure. As I walk deeper into the cave, I become aware there's someone in there with me. I can hear their footsteps, and then I see their eyes.”
“Then what?”
“Someone calls out 'Louise'.”
“They call you by name?”
“Yes, but I didn't know it was my name when I was having the dreams.”
“Is that all?”
“The person who called my name.” I hesitated. “It was you.”
“Maybe there's a clue in the dream.”
“I don't know. Maybe, but I don't want to think about those damn nightmares any more. Will you tell me about our time together,” I said.
“We hadn't been together long before you disappeared. Less than a day in fact.”
Craven told me about the vampire attack on Jesters on the night my father was murdered. He told me how I'd fled my territory, and made my way to him. And then he told me how, that same night, he'd taken me as his mate.
“I wish I could remember my father. I wish I could remember anything. ”
“Have patience. I'm sure it'll all come back to you in time.”
“Where have I been for the last forty years?”
“I wish I knew. If we can find the answer to that, I think we'll have the answer to all of your other questions too.”
“Why did you continue to search for so long? You must have realised I could be dead.”
“If you'd been dead, I would have known. You're my fated mate. We have a connection that only death can break. I could sense that connection was still alive, so I knew you were too.”
He leaned over and kissed me gently on the lips.
“Do that again,” I said. “Like you mean it this time.”
He didn't hesitate. His lips pressed hard against mine. Moments later, our tongues played out a blissful duel. His hand teased its way slowly (too slowly) down my back until it cupped my butt. I pressed myself against him, and felt the length and girth of his cock. I could hear my heart pounding in my chest. I wanted him inside me more than I'd wanted any man. I slipped a hand down between us, and began to rub his erection. He flinched initially, but then pulled me closer still. Grinding my hips against him, I managed to say, “Let's go to bed.”
“I want you right here, right now.” He said, as he pushed me back onto the sofa.
“No panties?” He feigned shock.
I smiled. All part of the plan.
He dropped onto his knees in front of the sofa, spread my legs, and then kissed me along the inside of my thigh. Delicious as it felt, I still wanted him inside me.
“Fuck me, Craven.”
“First, I have to taste you.”
“Oh god!!” Was all I could manage as his tongue traced a path slowly down my slit.
“You're so wet.”
“Fuck me! I want you inside me!”
“Not yet. I want you to come for me first.”
I tried to object, but the words died on my lips when his tongue found my clit, and began to tease it from side to side. I wrapped my fingers through his hair, and pulled him even closer.
“Come for me Louise,” he breathed.
He slid two fingers into my wetness, and began to finger fuck me. I was gyrating my hips—riding his fingers—wishing all of the time that it was his cock.
“I want you inside me!” I yelled, but it was too late, as my orgasm engulfed me.
“I've waited so long for that,” he said, as he slid his fingers out of my pussy. After sucking one finger, he offered the other to me. I tasted my juices, and then grabbed at his trousers. It was my turn to pleasure him now, and nothing was going to stop me. My hands were trembling as I released the button, and pulled down the zip. His cock was almost bursting from his shorts, as I slid my hand inside. He was huge, and so very hard.
His trousers and shorts fell to the floor, and he kicked them aside.
“I want to feel your lips on my cock,” he said, as he placed a hand on the back of my head by way of encouragement. I didn't need any encouragement. I flicked the head with the tip of my tongue—tasting his pre-cum. I placed one hand on the base of his cock—my other hand cupped his balls which squirmed to my touch.
He glanced down just as I took him between my lips. I heard, and felt, him groan with pleasure as I began to suck the full length of his cock in and out of my mouth.
“I want you to come in my mouth,” I said, as I allowed his cock to slip from my lips for just a second. I wanted to feel his warm cum fill my mouth and throat.
But he had different ideas.
Without a word of warning, he pulled me to my feet, lifted me in his arms, and carried me through to the bedroom. After lowering me gently onto the edge of the bed, he lifted my legs, so my feet were resting on his shoulders.
“Tell me what you want.” He was already well aware of the answer.
“I want you to fuck me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Fuck me or I'll...”
He thrust his cock deep into my wetness. For a moment, I struggled to catch my breath. He grabbed my buttocks and pulled me to the very edge of the bed, and then fucked me with every ounce of his strength.
Forty years worth of pent-up emotion was released at last. Our eyes locked as he reached his climax. As he did, I wrapped my legs around his back—pulling him even deeper into me.
We lay in silence—side-by-side on the bed.
“Don't let's wait another forty years to do that again,” I whispered.
“Don't worry. You won't have to wait another forty minutes.”