It seemed an eternity before I felt his hands on the snap of my jeans. He tugged it apart, and the zipper went down, like it had a mind of its own. ... My hand had worked his fly open at the same time and I reached inside his pants and felt his warm, hard throbbing member. He reached inside my jeans and cupped my mound. My silk panties were soaking, so aroused was I. It was all too evident that we wanted each other. He looked at me and smiled. I looked at him and blushed. He was. Either way, it was hard to imagine that she didn't have someone in her life. Who wouldn't love her? We worked.We finished, pretty much, after two more cups of tea each. Visiting her bathroom I'd glanced at a bit more of her apartment and still saw no clue. "You don't have to rush off," she said when I was done. "We've worked hard. I don't know what I'd have done without you."She would have done quite well, that's what I knew, even if I had managed to happen upon a couple of good references for. She was the most gorgeous woman I had ever seen, I had to kiss those pretty pink lips in case I accidentally killed her and I never got the chance to do it again. I run my tongue down the length of the vein in her neck tasting the salty sweat beads beginning to form, my fangs just scraping the skin before I moved to her open mouth and placed mine on hers, my fangs making it difficult but not impossible. I pulled back, but she reached behind me, her back arching away from my body slightly as she. " She shivered slightly, kissing Marcus as she passed him with a smile, heading into the kitchen. "The table. A wall. Doesn't matter. We can borrow a drum-kit from somewhere if we need one later, but we can't necessarily borrow a drummer."She emerged back into the sitting area where Aiden pulled the footstool over and lowered himself onto it. He quickly rattled out a series of ruffles on the surface of the table, alternating fast and slow and lifting his hands clear on several occasions until.