Good Vibrations Magazine

The woman lay in an island of candle light, a soft glow that hardly touched the outlines of the rest of the room. She was nude on black silk sheets, her hair a dark ribbon over her shoulder and down one arm, gleaming in the golden light against her pale skin. One hand clutched a single rose, a splash of crimson and green on her breast, the bright petals just brushing the faint pink of aureole at the tip of her breast. Only the slight rise and fall of the rose, the warm part of her lips and the twitch of her eyelids marked her life in the still and quiet. When the man slipped out from the shadows to stand by her, she was silent below him, lost in dreams.

“So you just want me to lay there?” asked Elle. “Without moving? Not like I’m dead, right?”

“No, no,” sighed Michael. “Not like you’re dead. Like you’re asleep.”

“Oh, asleep. Well, that’s better. I mean, I said weird, but necrophilia just isn’t cool. So it’s kinda Sleeping Beauty then.”

“Yeah. Well, sort of…” he trailed off, hesitant.

“Did you get this idea from Anne Rice, or Disney?” She sipped her coffee and looked at him.

“Neither. This is straight from Grimm.”

The man stepped closer to the bed, staring down at the sleeping woman. He drank in her silky skin, calm features, the warm weight of her breasts and the smooth curve of her hips. His fingers reached out and stopped just above the skin to slowly trace over her, never quite touching. They ran over thigh and hip to belly, over breast and neck, finally resting just above her lips.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, “So beautiful and delicious.” Then he bent over her, slowly, and brushed his lips against hers.

Elle leaned back in the chair and smiled. “So I wake up to my prince’s kiss, and we screw, right?”

“Not quite.”

Her lips were soft and yielding, tasting faintly of wine. He thought he might have heard the faintest sigh when they touched, but she did not move. Pressing his mouth to her harder, he darted out his tongue to run across the tiny gap between her lips, slipping over the sharp edge of her teeth, but she remained still. He felt her helpless passivity, and his hunger for her jumped. Resting his hands on her bed, he nuzzled her ears, kissing and tonguing them, teeth gently touching on her earlobes. Then he dropped his head lower and put his mouth to her neck, carefully nipping her, biting slightly harder as she shifted almost imperceptibly. This brought another sigh, so faint but encouraging, and he nipped a little harder and moved lower.

“So, no noise.”

“Well, not much. Try to stay quiet. If you can’t help it, that’s okay.” Michael grinned. “Actually, that’s great.”

He kissed down the slope of her breast, and finally his lips closed on the soft pink of a nipple. It hardened as soon as his mouth touched it, and his teeth tugged gently at its firmness, bringing out a tiny moan from her. Looking up at the sound, he saw that though her eyes were still shut tight, her lips had parted more. Beneath him, her breasts moved as her breath drew faster. He suckled at her, shifting from one breast to the other and then back again, brushing over the flower as he did.

He finally drew away to move down her soft belly, nipping at it and taking soft bites until he reached the warmth and wetness of her sex. Then he rose, moving lower on the bed to better bring his mouth to these other parting lips and to feast on her there.

“So what if I come?” she asked.

“Well, you’re supposed to at some point.”

“Yeah, I hope so,” said Elle. “But should I wake up then?”

“No, not then.”

He pressed his lips to her and dipped his tongue deep within her cunt, licking and tasting, finally sliding up to close his mouth lightly around the delicate thrust of her clit. He closed his mouth on her there, sucking gently, and her hips began to move, twitching up to him as she breathed heavily. Then, with a low moan, she pressed up hard against his mouth to force herself into him, until finally, slowly, she eased back down.

“So when do I wake up?” Her eyes glittered now with interest, and for the first time Michael began to feel good about telling her this.

“When you taste me.”

He gave one last gentle nibble, then pulled himself up to see her face. Her eyes were still closed but her head had moved, tilted now toward him, and the rose had slipped and fallen. He stood up then, moved around the bed and climbed up onto it, shifting carefully around her until he was positioned right, astride her. He leaned forward, and his cock, hard and wet tipped with its need brushed against her mouth. Her tongue moved out, licking the tiny trace of his moisture from her lips, then out further, brushing across the waiting tip of him.

“So I thank my prince for rescuing me?” asked Elle.

“Not exactly.” Michael closed his eyes, and looked at her again. “This is where it might seem a little weird.”

“Good. That’s what I wanted.”

She opened her eyes, and stared up, focusing first on his cock then shifting her eyes up to his face, dim in the candlelight. She could see the outlines of the half-mask that concealed him, dark fur and pointed ears silhouetted in the gloom.

“You’re not my handsome prince,” she said, timid and wanton.

“No, I’m afraid he won’t be making it. It’s just me, the big bad wolf, come to eat you up.” He stared down at her, eyes flashing behind the mask as he loomed over her.

“Oh dear,” she whispered. “Who will save me now?”

“You’ll just have to save yourself, Princess. All you need to do is huff, and puff, and try to blow me down.” He smiled wickedly down at her, arching his hips and rubbing himself against her lips.

“Ohhh,” she whispered, than reached up with a hand to grasp him, pulling his cock between her lips. As she slipped her tongue around it, he growled and sighed and began slowly moving his hips to gently fuck her mouth while she sucked.

“That’s it, Beauty. Make me forget that Red Riding Hood bitch.” She smiled at him around his cock, and kept sucking until she had blown him down.

“I think we can do that,” Elle said, picturing the scene. “It’s not really that weird, really.”

“Sorry to disappoint,” said Michael dryly.

“Hey, I think it sounds hot. Let’s do it tomorrow.” She reached out and squeezed his hand across the table.

“Sure,” he managed as his temperature spiked, then he looked up at her. “And afterwards, it’s your turn to tell me about your weirdest fantasy.”

She pinked slightly and nodded, and their fingers tightened their hold on each other.