Born Vampires aged as normally as humans until puberty. That was when their growth hit a bump. There are a lot of eighteen-year-old vampires who still...look like they’re twelve. Cromwell wasn’t eighteen, though. He was on his third century, and looked around twenty-eight. His hair was the color somewhere between dark blond and light brown. His eyes were a pretty shade of brown-gold. As stated before, all Born Vampires are unearthly beautiful. Cromwell was no exception. My hands found his zipper,. I thought about which bills I would pay tomorrow and which ones could wait another two weeks. I thought about everything except the simple fact that two pieces of cloth were all that kept me from sliding between her legs, into the folds of her womanhood. Nor did I imagine groping her breasts through the jersey, one hand reaching inside–rolling the nubs of her chest gently between my thumb and forefinger. I was so busy not thinking that I hadn’t realized I’d begun to feverishly turn about.. ‘John … ‘ she whispered. ‘This is not how we should be discussing this. Please. Put the matches down.’ ‘You tell me, Andrea—you tell me where you were tonight!’ I touched the match to the strip, showing her just how serious I was. She took it as an invitation into the room, her hands outstretched towards me, as though trying to calm me—as though I, her husband, was one of her patients! She continued moving towards me like Cruella de Vil cornering a helpless Dalmatian. ‘I know where you were!’ I. All very soft. Antonio must still be watching then, because these were the same delicate, feminine hands. They licked and kissed me from head to toe. First bringing me down from my climax but then quickly building it up again. But I still needed more. As much as I was enjoying the blind fold, I need to see him, the look in his eyes. I tore off the blindfold and set it to the side. It will come in handy another time. I continued to climb down the edge of the bed and across the floor to Antonio..