Only At Night update

Carina left my chest hair alone with a last circling of her forefinger through it, then she moved her hand down to my pants, nuzzling her head against me as she closed her fingers around my manhood. I had to work to keep my attention on driving, but it did take my mind off the vampires, and Carina seemed amused at my concentration. Proving stereotypes didn’t hold true, she had a cat’s sense of mischief. 

I felt her unbuckling my belt, then lowering my zipper. It was a curious feeling, having someone else do the little motions that were second nature to me. But the strangeness disappeared when she eased my cock out of my fly. That couldn’t feel like anything other than what it was. She stroked me up and down, and I throttled my fingers on the steering wheel, trying to want her pussy even a fraction less than I did. I was horny enough to beg her for it then.

“I kinda saved your life back there,” she said, her voice simmering into my ear in a way I didn’t know it could. “Aren’t you going to thank me?”

She kissed her way down my chest, pressing her lips where she’d already touched, her hands now busy rubbing my prick. I thought she would go down on me, but she didn’t go that far. I guessed that would’ve been impairing my driving ability too much. She just massaged my cock and kissed my chest as we neared my place; her keeping me hard, but making no move that could bring me close to finishing.

I went into the underground parking garage and found my assigned space. Carina thoughtfully did up my pants and belt, but left my shirt half-open as she danced out of the van, came around to greet me as I got out of the driver’s seat. She pulled me along, my cock throbbing at full length down one leg of my pants. And so that was how I was ‘helped’ into the elevator, the dead or redead vampires a distant memory. I was never able to get completely comfortable, my clothes pulled off and thrown back on, my cock hardened too fully to really fit in my pants, but Carina kept me feeling no pain. She kissed me, she rubbed herself against me, and she made a little game of grabbing for my cock. Outside of the comparative privacy of the van, I would push her hands away, but that barely deterred her, and her open, plain lust turned me on even more.

Soon, we were at my floor. Then at the door to my apartment. Then we were inside. Then we were in the bedroom.

Carina broke away from me, running her hands over her body instead of mine, licking her own lips instead of mine. She sat down on the foot of the bed and waited for me there—a woman who knew how good she looked, the effect she had on men, but was amused by it more than anything else. 

I stepped between her spread knees and made myself comfortable, giving my shirt a sharp tug to straighten it, then unfastening my belt, my fly, bringing my cock out again. Carina stared at it with sweet contradiction—awed enough not to be insulting, but amused enough not to come off as simpering either. She bit her lip and regarded my manhood expectantly, like she was waiting for an animal to do a trick.

For now, I just let it hang out. I stroked the lips of Carina’s slit, gently, feeling every inch of them before I let my finger go warmly into her. First my forefinger, slowly, carefully, then my middle finger as well. It brought a hungry groan out of Carina’s parted lips.

“That feels good,” she keened, and looked at me—not doing anything but waiting for more.

I moved my fingers into her, faster, faster, going knuckle-deep into her labia. She rocked her hips with me as I fingered her, bringing herself to my hand as much as she could. Her inner muscles flexed around my fingers, reminding me of how tight she could be. I heard her gasping in pleasure as she clenched. I moved my thumb onto her clit and rubbed it as I plunged my two fingers into her; Carina whimpered and I heard her beg for more, low, ashamedly, under her breath. She was close to coming—I wanted her naked first.

I pulled my fingers away, doing it slow, wanting her to mewl for them. I got my reward. She stared up helplessly at me as I left her empty. I tugged her shoulder straps down, wondering if this felt on her end like it had for me when she’d unbuckled my belt and pulled down my fly. Because for me, it felt like the most natural thing in the world. Even getting her out of her bra was a snap. I pulled her dress up and she twitched her hips to let it out from under her and like that, I had it over her head, leaving her in her stockings and garters. I decided those could stay.

I couldn’t believe how she looked on my rumpled bed—she might as well have been a golden statue for as much sense as she made in my apartment. There she lay, her black fishnets framing her legs, her garter belt outlining her pink cunt. I touched her there again, giving her two fingers once more. I pushed them in and out as I tickled her clit. Spasms of pleasure ran through her; I watched them build off each other, shake her with greater ferocity the deeper my fingers went. She arched her spine as I went into her depths, spreading her legs wider, demanding more of my fingers in her gushing sex.

Carina moved her hands over her breasts, covering them with an impish look on her face—like she was teasing me that she was touching them instead of me. She licked her fingers and then ran them wetly around her nipples; I could see them stand up. I kept going with my fingers in her cunt, stretching it, loosening it. Carina met my eyes as I fucked her with my hand… she panted and moaned, groping her breasts even harder, as if showing me what she’d like me to do if I had four hands.

“We really need to have a threesome,” Carina said, tossing it off like it was just a random thought. “I think I may be too much woman for just you.”

I brought my free hand down to her ass, digging my fingers into her left cheek, stroking it with my thumb as I pulled it away from its twin, exposing her anus. Her eyes betrayed her, looking longingly down at my erection. Then her breath quickened as I settled my thumb against her sphincter. She whimpered, mewled, a little pained, but mostly excited. Her eyes flashed hunger at me as I rubbed my thumb against her tight anus. Carina liked it—she was all but salivating now.

I moved my fingers stoically, careful to keep up their rhythm in her tight slit as my thumb pressed harder against her anus. It gave slowly—tight, but somehow willing too, sucking on my thumb harder the more I pushed it inside. Her juices trickled out from her fingered pussy, flowing down to soak her asshole. I slid my thumb out to lubricate it with her arousal and then pressed it back in: in and out, in and out, getting her asshole more comfortable for me.

“Yeah!” Carina grunted, tightening her grip on her breasts like she was trying to hold them in place. “Oh, y-yes—unh! Both my holes! Put it in—both!”

I forced my thumb slowly inside her, stretching her anus out more than ever, but she was ready for it, enjoyed. I could tell from the sultry look in her eyes that soon no amount of fingers would be enough. She’d need my cock there. 

I worked my thumb deeper and deeper while adding another finger to her cunt, keeping up the same rhythm. Carina stared helplessly up at me, torn between the pain of being sodomized and the pleasure of being fingered. And I knew that whatever pain she felt, it was being drowned out by pleasure.

“Yes… yes… nhhh… fuck!” she said in a plaintively pleading tone. “Enough fucking… not fucking me!” She writhed on the bed, panting and squirming, before she forced her hands off her chest and grabbed my forearm with both hands. “Get your clothes off! I want you naked! I want you inside me!”

I eased my fingers away, my thumb, and Carina groaned as she was emptied—for some reason, that turned me on more than anything else. I tore away my shirt, kicked my shoes off. Before I could get my pants off, Carina surged up and caught my erection. She pressed her lips against the tip of my cockhead, letting them part with the pressure and slide up around my glans, then sucking lightly. I moaned, the pleasure sudden and shocking. She sucked harder and I went into her mouth. She took me in as far as she could without throating me. I put my hands on her head, though there was barely anything I could do besides stand there as she worked her face back and forth, coaxing her lips further down my length, edging me into her throat before popping me back out.

“Oh shit,” I sighed. “That’s good… suck it in, Carina… so good… suck me…”

She sucked harder as I urged her on—maybe getting as turned on by my encouragement as I had been by everything about her. Or maybe she just really wanted it. And I would’ve given it to her, if I let her have it for half a minute. But I wanted to fuck her. I wanted her tight cunt.

But Carina moaned, enjoying just the throbbing feel of my cock between her lips. She slid herself back and forth on it, letting her lips pause to savor the pounding frenzy in my cockhead, before eating it all over again. She shoved it all the way to her throat, her eyes going wide as she gurgled on the final intrusion. She wanted more of it, but she couldn’t take more. I ran my fingers through her hair, trying to let her know how much I loved it while I was speechless with passion. I had to let her keep going, trying valiantly to hold back my cum until I got a shot at her pussy, and then finally she was too turned on not to fuck either. She came off my prick and breathed out a soft exhale, all over my member, before throwing herself back down to the bedspread.

“Yeah. Time to fuck my cunt,” she panted.

I sat down on the bed as I wiggled out of my pants—hard to get them and my underwear off with my cock in the way, but it wouldn’t go down for anything. While I was struggling to get naked, Carina ran her feet over my back, giggling softly until I finally turned around, naked, grabbed her ankles, forced her legs apart, and got between them. I kissed her, my tongue going deep into her mouth, and she took hold of my cock just as firmly, stroking it, jerking me off as if challenging me not to come from it. I grabbed her hands and shoved them up and out of the way while I tried to get inside her aching cunt. We were almost wrestling, nipping at each other like a pair of dogs at play. She spread her legs finally; I grabbed her knees and held them open as I aimed myself at her parted thighs. She keened hotly, nostrils flaring, sounds coming from deep in her chest. She couldn’t wait any longer. Somehow I got my cockhead against her pussy. I pressed it in and held it there, the tip just spreading her, but I could only tease her that way for a second before I gave into the teasing myself. I pushed into her.

Carina released a crazed moan full of rapture, feeling me going into her, and I knew exactly how she felt. She raised her hips, pressing them against mine as I impaled her—it felt like I could feel all of her, everything she was thinking, feeling, but before I could pick through the massive influx of sensations, she wrapped her arms around my back and slid her legs around mine, pulling me tight, holding me close. She gripped my ass and pulled at me, trying to keep me inside her when I pulled out and swallowing me hungrily when I entered her.

I dragged myself out slowly—Carina groaned, her eyes rolling back in her head, and she pounded her skull once against the mattress. Then, slowly, teasingly, I pressed myself back inside. She moaned loudly. Her teeth found my neck, then her tongue found my ear. I thrust into her again, again, and again. I wasn’t able to go any deeper, not when she had pulled me in so fully the first time, but I went faster, harder, driving little passionate sounds out of her with each thrust. While she gripped my ass, bringing us together over and over again, I stroked her face, her hair, kissed her. She’d been beautiful before, but her ecstasy made her irresistible. 

I slowed down on the verge of coming. “I’m going to make it last,” I told her.

“Just… don’t stop,” she gasped breathlessly. “Don’t ever stop fucking me and I won’t stop being fucked!”

I shook my head no, though she was hardly waiting for a reply. I dragged my cock inch by inch from her, and even doing it that way, her cunt fluttering around my prick, making it almost impossible for me not to come. I stopped with the knob inside her labia, Carina lying there limply, looking me in the eyes with outraged expectation. I ignored her, catching my breath, letting my heart go a little slower than a triphammer. 

“Dude, just fuck me. Just come. Anything is better than this…”

I half-expected to go off in the next five seconds, but I fed myself back into her, slower than ever, making her feel every inch that went inside her. She opened her legs up like a flower blooming, spreading them far to the sides, holding them there, quivering, as I pulled all the way out of her again. This time I actually came out of her cunt, my cock dribbling precum as it stood above her belly. She looked up at me, aghast, outraged. I didn’t feel any fear, but this must have been how lion tamers felt when they had their hands in the big cat’s open mouth.

“Hands and knees,” I told her. “Facing the other way. I want to take you from behind.”

Carina snorted, sounding amused. I watched hungrily as she rolled onto her belly, then got up on her hands and knees, shoving her ass out at me. I didn’t keep her waiting—I couldn’t stand the anticipation. I knelt on the bed behind her, gripped her hips, and eased into her.

“YES! FUCK YES!” Carina groaned wildly. I didn’t know if it was just the angle or something about the position, some dominance thing, but it was good for her. I liked it too—Carina had looked amazing, on all fours with her ass in the air, and that was before I got to fuck her that way. I held onto her waist, making sure she wasn’t going anywhere—in her current position, she took my thrusts just right, absorbing the pleasure as my groin rebounded from her juicy buttocks. I pounded myself into her and she buried her face in the bedspread, her beautiful silky locks spread all about her, stirring as hot breath pumped out of her mouth. She shook with each thrust I gave her, not begging, but banging her right fist on the mattress and shaking her hips like she could get more of my cock inside.

“YEAH! FUCK! HARDER! FUCK ME LIKE A DOG, FUCK ME LIKE A BITCH IN HEAT! OH YES, IVAN, IT’S PERFECT, PERFECT…”

I rammed into her harder, going mad with the desire to satisfy her. She was already enjoying this so much—I knew I could give her a fuck she’d never forget. I grunted with each driving thrust and it was like I was answering Carina’s pleading moans. It felt like we both could come at any second. I forced myself to slow down again. Carina shuddered wantingly, even whimpering like a scolded dog. She bit the mattress and spoke through the unintended gag.

“Keep fucking me! Fuck me into coming!” Even muffled, her voice was hoarse with need.

I slotted myself into Carina gently, continuing the fuck with slow, even strokes. I would tunnel all the way in, then drive myself back inch by inch, leaving only my cockhead inside her. She keened each time, fearful of me leaving her, but I never did. I plunged back into her, balls deep each time, filling her up with my manhood. She was all rigid, stiff, taking my cock like she was a statue, but then she clenched around my prick and went limp. Her entire body slumped to the mattress, all but the womanly hips I was holding tight to. I realized she had come, or at least climaxed so hard this time that it had robbed her of all control. I saw no reason not to join her; I had proven myself enough. I went into her with all my strength, pistoning into her with a wildly satisfied moan from Carina to show for it.

“I’m coming! I’m coming! Your fucking bitch is coming!”