Good Morning

The sound of motorcycle wheels hummed in the distance of the darkened street, which seemed practically endless. It was most likely about 3:30 or 3:45 in the morning, and barely any other vehicles were out on the streets at this hour. The sound of the engine from the motorcycle blared in the dark, smoke puffing off the exhaust pipe every now and then. The street lights reflected off the driver's metallic red helmet. The passenger behind him held onto him tightly at the waist, clinging for what looked like dear life. She was helmetless, black hair flailing in the wind. The driver looked down at his passenger as they turned a corner into a somewhat suburbian area. The helmet moved around, making it seem like the driver was laughing under his helmet. A tiny slap onthe driver's side, causing him to laugh more. "Oni-san, you're going too fast!"

The driver's visor shot up and greenish hued eyes winked at his ebony eyed passenger.
The ebony eyes rolled at the driver and looked upwards at the sky. It was still dark, but there were tints of periwinkle blues in the sky. It was almost dawn and they were both out all night. Turning a few new corners, the cycle finally slowed down. The passenger sighed deeply in relief. "Oni-san, you need to get rid of your road rage. You go too fast on the streets." The passenger shook her head and slowly hopped off the bike, shaking her head once or twice. Rubbing her temples with gloved hands, she watched her partner shut the cycle off and slipped his helmet off. "You're just not used to the speed yet." He chuckled softly and placed a kiss on the girl's forehead. "And stop calling me Oni-san."

The girl stood a tiny 4'10", but her height was boosted a few inches by her platform boots. She tilted her head to one side and chuckled. "I can't help it. It's just what I call you." She poked his nose and grinned. "It suits you. Plus, it's cute." Another kiss on her forehead and the motorcycle's driver let an arm wrap around the girl's waist, pulling her in close, leaning in to whisper in her ear. "Now you're just being silly." A kiss on her cheek this time. "Oh, Eric, you know I like calling you that. Get used to it." She looked around and noticed they were parked in Eric's driveway. "Uhm, I thought you were taking me back to my place?" "Well, I thought you'd be too tired to wait for me to drive you all the way over there. Plus, you're a little tipsy, Rissa." He rose his brow at her slightly drunken smile. Her motor skills were good, but with Rissa's bad balance, she'd be tripping on objects that weren't even there. Hoisting her into his arms, Eric walked up the driveway, and nudged the door open with his back. "No more chocolate martinis for you. I think they made you gain a few pounds", Eric joked. Rissa scoffed. "I only had six!"

"Yeah, and two was your limit." Walking up to his room, nudging the door yet again with his back. "I know I should've kept a better eye on you." As he set her down on his bed, Rissa giggled and rolled on her side and brushed her hair away from her face. Sitting up, she leaned on his wall and yawned, struggling to take off her motorcycle gloves. "I promise, no more tonight. Scout's honor", she chuckled.

Eric shrugged off his hoodie and tossed it in a random area like he usually did. "Did you have fun tonight?" Rissa nodded in a child-like fashion, still struggling to take off her gloves. "Nhmm, having a little trouble there?" Eric's hand grasped Rissa's softly, gently pulling the gloves off her slender fingers. “You’re such a klutz, you know?” Tugging at the pinky of the glove to free it from her hand. Tugging the other glove off her hand, Eric heard a soft yawn, almost child-like and innocent. Rissa’s body shook a bit as she yawned, causing Eric to chuckle.

She seemed so innocent in her ways. Everything she did was child-like and extremely playful. Her reactions were that of a young school girl. When she laughed, it was cute. When she made pouted faces, she looked adorable. Even when she was upset, the gestures and expressions she made were something you almost couldn’t take seriously. Almost everything about her made him smile in some way or another. Even tonight, he was practically in love with her. The way she moved on the dancefloor when they met up with each other at a local club earlier that night (even though she practically had to beg him to go since he wasn’t the clubbing type). How she drank countless people under the table. How perfect her eyeliner looked, making her seem almost Egyptian. How her blue and black laced corset slipped and hugged her figure to a tee. The way her black mini denim skirt made her look approachable yet, unattainable.
“Oni-san, you’re staring.”

Eric jumped in surprise, watching Rissa giggle at him. “Oh, so you think you’re funny, huh?” Rissa continued to laugh, managing a few weak nods in midst of it. “Well, let’s see if you think this is funny.”

His weight pressed against her, and her laughing was stopped by his lips meshed with hers. Rissa’s eyes widened but slowly fluttered closed, parting her lips slightly, grazing his bottom lip gently with the tip of her tongue. Just as her tongue lifted up to graze her upper lip, he pulled away, but stood mere inches away from her face, causing Rissa to groan in disappointment.

“That shut you up.”

Rissa exhaled a laugh and scrunched her lips into a bunched up little smiled. “Yeah, just a little.” She brushed his blonde bangs away from his eyes and slid the palm of her hand down his cheek. An eskimo kiss and then a few butterfly kisses here and there. Eric’s sudden glomp had caused one of Rissa’s corset straps to neatly slide off her shoulder, revealing more skin. Licking his lips, Eric leaned down and bit softly on her neck, making her wince a couple of times. He smiled to himself and continued his nipping and nibbling act on the left side of her neck. Gentle at first, but soon his nibbles turned into bites, taking in more of her neck if possible, with each one. Rissa moaned, feeling the clockwise motions of Eric’s tongue around the captured skin. He suckled hard, and with every other suckle, his teeth sunk deeper into her neck, making her jerk around under him. Rissa squeezed her eyes shut as she let her lover feast on her neck as he pleased. It wasn’t until a yelp escaped Rissa’s mouth that made Eric pull away from his work. There were times where he still wasn’t sure if she was in pain or enjoying what he did to her. But the lustful look on her face answered the question he didn’t even have to ask. He ran his thumb over the deep reddish purple mark he made on her neck and he smirked as if he was proud of it. Licking his lips hungrily, he leaned over her neck again and snatched the already bruised area in his canines and tugged swiftly, making Rissa’s back arch and more yelps slip out. The taste of copper filled Eric’s mouth and he watched as a thin trickle of blood slid down from the broken skin. Gingerly licking the freshly escaped blood, he felt Rissa shiver under his body. His mouth surrounded the love bite again, suckling once more, this time to get any trace of blood there was from the small scratch. To keep her jerking body from missing his target, he wrapped his fingers around her biceps and firmly pushed her down into the bed to hold her still. Sucking more of her blood, his teeth would grind against the cut, opening it up more little by little. Rolling his closed eyes into the back of his head, Eric growled low in his throat, feeling his teeth go farther into her neck. A shriek of pain flew out of Rissa’s mouth as she surprisingly broke free of his grip and struggling to push him off. But Eric had other things in mind. And getting off wasn’t one of them.

He adjusted his position to sit on his knees, pulling Rissa’s shivering and jerky body up with him. Rissa swung her arms around to cling tightly onto him, her nails digging into his back, already filled with a few scars from their previous scandals. Eric continued to practically drink from the love bite as her hands made their way to behind her corset, slowly unclasping it from top to bottom. Once the corset was undone, Eric forcefully flung it behind him, not caring where it landed. Then and only then did he pull away from his feast of blood, only to look at the fresh, slightly tanned skin awaiting him. Rissa fell back on the bed, her breasts giving a supple bounce once impact was made. He watched Rissa’s chest rise and fall, her breasts barely hiding under a black and white laced front clasp bra. Eric wasted no time. In a matter of seconds, the bra was also thrown behind him, revealing something he had seen before but, would never get bored of looking at. Even now, he was still star struck at the sight of her.

Her face was pained a bit, still sore and hurting from the vampire bite he gave her. But that didn’t stop him. Lunging forward, Eric made his way for her right breast, nipping at the already hardened nipple. Squirming under him, Rissa moaned and groaned, feeling Eric’s free hand tip-toe its way to the opposite breast. As he rolled a nipple in between his index finger and thumb, Eric’s tongue danced over the other, making soft sucking sounds which rang loud in Rissa’s ears. Her moans were constant, as his teasing was increased. Quick flicks of his tongue on the top of her nipple one minute, and fierce bites the next. Rissa’s head rolled back into the pillow, shivering still, in pleasure, unable to stop her body from having its fix of him.

It had been three weeks, since Rissa had to go out of town for family reasons. But she had cut her “vacation” off early due to missing him so much. They couldn’t be apart. They couldn’t deal with distance away from each other for long periods of time. They were obsessed with each other so much in a way, words almost wouldn’t be able to describe their intimate feelings.

After giving his attention to the other breast for a while, Eric’s hands slid down Rissa’s waist and curved outwards as her hips did so perfectly in his eyes. He took the time to rid her of her boots and let them thump on the floor nearby. Sitting upright, Eric slid his shirt off, stretching ever so slightly. And Rissa watched. And Rissa watched in awe, almost as if the sight she saw wasn’t hers to keep. It baffled her sometimes how lucky she was to be with him. Once the shirt was discarded, Rissa felt her hands claw at his sides, leaving trails of swollen skin caused by her nails. “Kitty has claws”, Eric whispered. Rissa replied with a purr.

Tongue wrestling, lip biting, clawing, scratching, and even the occasional throat grab. Foreplay wasn’t simply foreplay to them, and especially not to Rissa. It was a whole other ballpark. You could be horrible at sex, but if your foreplay was on key, chances are you were set. Not that Rissa had any complaints about Eric and his abilities. She was more than satisfied.

The clothes were off and about in random areas of the room. They both wore different bruises and marks from different events. Point blank, they both looked like they got the living shit kicked out of them. But that didn’t matter to them any. Pulling away from suckling on Rissa’s already swollen lower lip, Eric’s hand slid under her and they rolled, putting Rissa on top. She smirked, already knowing where this was going. But he deserved to be pampered, so to speak. Sitting up slowly, Rissa motioned herself around, her hands on either side of his head to hold herself up. She inhaled deeply and slowly sat herself down, knowing the pain to come. Eric’s eyes shut tightly, feeling Rissa’s inner walls cling onto his member. But it wasn’t a pleasurable sound coming from Rissa. She sniffled quickly, cringing in pain as she lowered herself down very slowly. “I’m sorry”, Eric said, watching Rissa reply with a shake of her head. “Not your fault, babe. You know how it is already. Just be gentle for now…”

Eric held onto Rissa’s hips and carefully let himself slide deeper into her, toes curling inward in the process. Regretfully almost, he sort of craved for her tightness. Even though she had been more sexually experienced than he was, sex always hurt her for the first five to ten minutes. Her teeth gritted behind her lips which she made thin because of the pain. She took a deep breath and sighed heavily, nodding at him. With the signal to continue, Eric pressed deeper, raising a brow at Rissa’s groan of pleasure. Even her sexual sounds were cute to boot. He guided her hips up and down, feeling himself slide smoothly in and out. It was gentle at first, just as she asked. He was always gentle with her unless asked otherwise. She needed to get used to feeling him inside her again.

Soon, her hips started to move in sync with where his hands were guiding her. Eventually, hands were not needed. Rissa swatted them away as her hips halfway swung themselves. Back and forth she went, gasping under her breath each time she went back down. As she moved, she felt Eric’s hands rest back on her hips, but only for a short while as they went to creep behind and tightly cupped her butt. She tried swatting him away again, but he wasn’t going for that. His hand lifted up and came back down. Rissa cried out suddenly, in response to his spank. She heard him chuckle under her as she continued to move, feeling him grow harder. His hand came down again, hitting the same cheek, making Rissa cry out louder. “Go faster”, Eric commanded. Whimpering, Rissa’s hips started bucking, her body coming down faster on him. Eric’s hands gripped her ass, holding her in her position as she sped up, her swaying now turning into bouncing. Her breasts, all bruised from Eric’s hunger, bounced along with her. Her gasps turned into moans and every time he thought she was slowing down, Eric would raise his hand again to spank the same cheek.
Rissa’s hands dug into Eric’s shoulders as she struggled to hold herself up during her animalistic bouncing. Both Rissa and Eric’s breathing grew heavier every other time they felt the slam of her land on him. Rissa’s body started to tighten up and her legs began to quake. Her fluids were flowing out faster and in a greater quantity. Almost dizzy, her head spun ‘round and ‘round as she let out a climaxing scream, back arched, which made her breasts zoom in closer to Eric’s face. Everything around her slowly grew dark as she quivered and then collapsed on top of him. She panted heavily, her teal bangs mixed with the black base of her hair covered one eye. As she rested, she still felt the gentle upward thrust of her lover, keeping a steady rhythm. But the rhythm soon ceased as Eric playfully pushed her off him and slid her onto her knees as he positioned himself behind her.

With one quick thrust, he pushed himself back inside, making Rissa’s head fly back. He gritted his teeth, not in pain, but to hold himself back from cumming as Rissa’s inner walls again latched onto him like a hungry leech. Only this time, she contracted harder. With each thrust, he had to grimace, trying hard to fight to urge to finish. His left hand grabbed onto her breast while his right held onto her hip to keep her steady as he thrusted. Rissa’s moans grew even more high-pitched in sound. Her knuckles turned white as she crumpled as much bed sheet as possible while her body was being controlled by otherworldly hip movements. Confident enough to leave her hips alone, Eric’s hand slid in front of her, both his index and middle finger playing and teasing at her clit, whilst the other still fondled her, almost painfully. With widened eyes, Rissa screeched in both pleasure and shock unable to control her volume. “Someone likes my new trick”, Eric cooed in her ear. “Do you want more?” Rissa shrieked, hoping that would be enough for him. But alas, it wasn’t. Halting everything he was doing beforehand, Eric’s hands dug into her hips and soon with every forceful thrust, trying to pound his way into her fully, he asked the question again, groaning in between. “Do. You. Want. More?” Each pound more powerful than the last. Rissa hung her head, watching beads of sweat fall off her face and nodded her head vigorously. In between cries, pants, and gasping, she muttered. “Yes…” Eric slammed again, making Rissa cry out in nothing but pure pain this time. “Yes what?” “Yes master”, she painfully sobbed out. “That’s a good girl,” Eric said with a sinister smirk painted on his lips. Of course if Rissa were facing him, he’d never allow her to see such a smirk. Not to deny her request for more, his fingers went back to her clit, playing and teasing twice as much now as he continued his brutal thrusting. Clockwise, then counter clockwise. Resorting to just his middle finger now, he firmly pressed it against her clit and rubbed up and down to match his motion, but in reverse of his actual movements. Even just the sheer wetness he knew he was giving her was enough to drive him off the edge. And soon neither he nor she could fight climax any longer. Rissa felt her body tighten once more, contracting herself to tighten around him. He grunted under his breath and he kept a steady speed, faster than he usually went before.

Rissa threw her head back as Eric clawed at her shoulders to hold himself upright. For both of them, everything felt as if it were going in slow motion. Everything except for themselves. Rissa’s body felt numb and tingly as her knees locked while Eric felt blood rush all to one specific spot. They both froze instantly, and feeling Eric shoot inside her sent Rissa’s blood boiling, causing her to release a fierce orgasm. Sweat beads built up on Eric’s forehead while Rissa’s bangs stuck to hers. Rissa’s child-like pantings and pleasurable coos almost made him want her again.

Pulling out of her, looking at his glistened piece, Eric found enough strength to push his hair back, watching Rissa fall on the bed on her side, curled up into somewhat of a ball, giggling in satisfaction. A look of exhaustion and lust filled her eyes. A chill crawled down her spine causing her to randomly shake. Not even a minute after her, Eric collapsed right beside her, but holding an arm out to scoop her into his arms and mold with his body. She sighed happily, squirming a little to comfortably lay against him. Eric pressed his lips softly against Rissa’s forehead and nuzzled his nose into her hair which still smelled like the orange scented spray that she always used to keep her hair shiny.

They both started to drift off to sleep at the same time before they both heard a loud buzzing noise from behind them.
“God damn it,” Eric cursed. His hand reached for the small alarm clock making the buzzing noise and managing to wrestle the batteries out of it.

“What time is it?” Rissa looked up at him with a sleepy expression on her face. “6:10, but I’m not planning on getting up anytime soon. How about you?” Rissa weakly shook her head and slowly closed her eyes. Giving off a chuckle, Eric placed himself back where he was before.

The sun was rising and cars were passing by, most likely people driving to work. They heard the beeping of school buses letting children on and off. They heard birds chirping and felt the cool air nestle them. Eric’s room was no longer dark from the night sky. It was dimly lit by the soon to come morning. Huddled under a large comforter, they smiled softly at each other, exhausted to no extent.

“Good morning, Oni-san.”

“Good morning, Rissa.”