Cecilia's eyes - written one-shot - After the club

This has nothing to do with the actual story of Cecilia’s eyes. Just a smut one-shot.

KAYLA

I was glad I’d allowed Minnie to drag me to that new club today. It certainly had been another way to spend my evening and it was a pleasant alternative from writing yet another love story involving Vladimira the Impaler. Don’t judge me, vampires are my thing.

But the best part of the day was that I had brought someone home after this lovely evening! And oh my Gosh… I don’t think I’d ever met such a hot, smart, cool woman before.

It wasn’t only her beauty that made me weak to the knees, but also the way she moved and talked. And it was her eyes too. Every time she looked at me, I was amazed at their color. They were gray-blue but so shimmering. I’d never looked into a pair of eyes like that. And then that little mole that decorated her left cheekbone, right below her eye! I’ve been wanting to lick that little dot all evening long. What the hell was wrong with me?

Returning from the bathroom where I’d freshened up a bit, I found Cecilia inspecting my apartment.

“You have a lovely place,” she said, looking around, walking over to my table. She dragged her long-nailed fingers over the tabletop. “Except for this…chaos.”

“Yeah…” I scratched the back of my neck as she inspected the mess on my table. The evidence of my research was scattered everywhere.

“Vampires, hm?” she asked, picking up one of the many papers. “You seem to like vampires a lot…”

“Yes, I do. And I also like to write mediocre, silly stories about them.”

Cecilia raised an eyebrow. “I’m sure nothing you write is silly or mediocre.”

“Hmm… I won’t let you read anything, so you cannot judge that,” I replied.

“That’s not fair.” She pouted.

I smiled, observing her while she continued to observe my crap. “Do you want something to drink? Maybe coffee?” I asked.

She shook her head and gently placed the paper down. “No,” she answered before approaching me.

Cecilia was taller than I was. And she was intimidating in a certain way, too. I bet this lady was so life-experienced in all kinds of fields… And here I was, living like a nun for the past year. Don’t ask me why, but I hadn’t got laid in eleven months or so.

She pressed her breasts against mine and leaned in, her hot breath touching my skin. “I don’t want coffee, you know I don’t. What I rather want to drink and taste is…you…”

I swallowed, almost choking on my own spit. Goosebumps pricked my skin. Her words made my insides tingle underneath my navel. She was so direct.

“I want that t-too…” I managed to say while grabbing her shoulders to make sure I would stay up.

She released a dark grumble that could pass for a chuckle and then slowly pressed more against me. I closed my eyes and gave in to the feeling. “You couldn’t have made me any happier.”

Cecilia then kissed me, her full soft lips nibbling at my lips before her tongue gently pressed against mine. It felt so amazing.

She too-soon pried her lips away. “See, I knew you would taste amazing,” she whispered against my mouth.

I was out of breath already, my legs jelly as I stared at those soft, round breasts that were stuffed in her dress.

I gasped when she suddenly hoisted me up as if I weighed nothing. My legs clamped around her waist. “Oh!”

“I’m quite strong,” she said, looking into my confused eyes. “Surprised?”

“Uh…a-a little…”

“Bedroom?” she asked. “Want to go there?”

“Y-yes, please,” I replied, breathless. “First door to the right in the hallway.”

A little bold, I kissed her neck as she walked us over to my room. Cecilia released a long deep breath when my tongue explored her velvet smooth skin, seeming to like it. The sound of her catching her breath made the place between my legs throb.

We landed on my bed, Cecilia on top of me, supporting herself on her elbows. We kissed again and my heart was beating so wildly I wondered if she could hear it.

She sat up and grabbed the hem of her dress, pulling it over her head. A burgundy lace bra was revealed. I was so glad I’d left my little night light on because a half-naked Cecilia was a sight to behold.

I sat up as well and quickly took off my shirt and jeans, immediately reminded how I wore some ugly old gray bra myself. And my panties didn’t even match either. They were black lace. I hoped she wasn’t disappointed.

It didn’t really matter, I guessed, because Cecilia took my bra off with one swift motion of her left hand. She threw the thing away and cupped her hands over my breasts, her pointy nails gently scraping against my skin. The fact she’d cut two nails short — the middle and index finger of her right hand — made me release a small giggle. I’d noticed it before, back in the club already, but now it really hit me why she’d done that.

She seemed to know what I was thinking.

“Wouldn’t want to hurt anybody,” Cecilia whispered. “Especially not someone as cute as you.”

Cute?

“Thanks…” I replied, debating if I should wrap my arms around her body to unhook her bra, like she’d done mine.

Should I?

I was too late deciding. Cecilia suddenly pressed me to my back and slithered to the end of the bed, her tongue and lips exploring my skin as she did, and then pressed my knees apart, only to make herself comfortable between my trembling legs. I felt her hot, damp breath through the fabric of my panties as she snuffled at the lace before she licked against my crotch, soaking the fabric with her warm saliva.

“Oh, g-gahw…” I gasped, balling my fists.

Holy fuck.

Something wet suddenly crept inside my underwear and slithered over my folds, splitting them apart as it pushed between my lips and licked over the crease. Up and down and up again, she dragged her tongue until it circled my clit and stayed there.

Jesus, her tongue was long and firm and hot.

"Ahhm…" I moaned in pleasure, then irritation when she took her mouth away. She pulled my underwear down, ripping it away from my feet.

“Relax, darling,” she said, caressing my thighs as she pushed them further apart and stared at my most intimate part.

How the fuck must I relax like this?

She blinked up, only once, her eyes meeting mine, before she closed them, her tongue hungrily running over her lower lip, making it wet.

“Hahh…!” I gasped when she leaned in again and continued with what she was doing before, grumbling and groaning as she was tasting me. “F-fuck. Ahh!” A choked-off gasp was pulled from my throat when that smooth tongue pushed inside of me, shoving deep.

Her long-nailed fingers pressed into the flesh of my thighs as her thumbs demanded the folds open, so her tongue had all access.

“J-Jesus!” I muttered, barely able to speak as Cecilia’s tongue thrusted itself rapidly and repeatedly inside of me, fucking me hard as it slurped. It pushed at all the right places, twirling and curling inside while feasting on my juices.

“Your tits. Play with your tits, Kayla” she ordered between the sloshing sounds.

“Oh-okay… Ahh…” I answered, arching my back when her tongue began to play with my clit again.

I think I might die in pleasure.

She sucked at that very sensitive bud, wet, sloppy, and oh-so-good. I pinched harder at my swollen, rigid nipples, though my whole focus was on her. Focused on the things she did to me...

When I felt her two short-nailed fingers entering me, I spread my legs as wide as I could and pressed against her mouth.

“Cecilia…!”

Her digits stretched my lips, curling up only to press at all the right spots as they rhythmically fucked into me at a pace no other fingers had ever managed. Maybe not even any of my toys. The feeling of climax rose inside my lower regions as they worked and her tongue kept licking and vibrating against that little bud of nerves.

“I’m- I’m—” I couldn’t even speak the words, my brain was not able to form a coherent sentence.

My body started convulsing around her fingers as I came against her tongue. It was an unceasing orgasm, one that took over my whole being. I never came this hard or this long before. I think I was off this world for a second or two.

Like an overcooked pile of noodles, I lay spent on the bed after she was done with me. Cecilia crawled up again and kissed my breathless mouth with her wet one.

“Holy. Fuck…” I panted into her mouth.

“Good?”

“Yeah… So good—” I opened my eyes to look at her but got the shock of a lifetime when the eyes that stared back into mine were suddenly all black instead of sparkling gray-blue. “Shit! Y-your- your eyes!”

“Oh, this happens often when I’m a little excited,” she giggled. “And I'm very excited now…”

“Is- is that normal? I never heard of that! Maybe we need to call a doctor!”

“Calm down, darling. I thought you knew?” she asked, caressing my cheek.

“K-knew what?” I asked, still shocked and now also kinda fucking confused.

“That I’m a vampire.”

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Notes: Could do a sequel to this, if you’re up for it…Only if people wanna.