“I’ve never before discussed vampires with anyone who wasn’t a vampire or considering becoming one. This has been very enlightening for me.” He twirled his soda can in those elegant brown fingers. “But you still have one particular question for me, querida. It has been burning your tongue all evening as you start to voice it, then quickly change your words. Do you believe now that I will be truthful with you? Come, ask your question.”

I swallowed hard and then asked him that most embarrassing of all questions.

“Do you masturbate?”

His jaw dropped and he choked on a mouthful of soda. I blushed and started to say something more, give him an easy exit from answering me. But he closed his eyes and chuckled. My blush deepened and I stayed silent, unable to smoothly change the subject.

His eyes opened, still laughing, and he crossed the room to me. He dropped to his knees in front of me. I stared at him, shocked. He bent his head to me and kissed my hand.

I couldn’t have said anything if I’d tried.

“You are truly the most incredible woman. So intelligent and so attractive.” He kissed my hand again but more slowly. I could feel his lips move against my skin in a delicate caress. He rubbed his cheek against my hand for an instant and then looked up at me.

“Sí, I masturbate but very rarely. I am seldom without sexual companions, as you have undoubtedly guessed. But sometimes, mi corazon, I fantasize when I am alone. Then I will bring myself to a climax.”

I felt a jolt of fire lance through my body at the images those words evoked. I reached out, very tentatively, and pushed a strand of hair back from his forehead. It was incredibly soft and sleek. His eyelids drooped at the contact and his head tilted a little. It reminded me of stroking a bird’s head, pleasure and wariness at the same time.

I slid my fingers through his hair again, enjoying the feel. He closed his eyes and gave himself up to my touch, visibly enjoying himself. I petted him a few more times before taking my hand away. I wanted to touch more of him but didn’t know what to do next.

“Would you like to watch me, querida?” he asked, his voice a soft rumble in the quiet room.

I swallowed hard, hungry at the thought but unable to answer.

“I think it would bring you pleasure if you watched,” he murmured and I nodded silently in acknowledgment. “But I would like to ask a favor of you in return.”

I eyed him suspiciously, some of my eagerness fading.

“If watching me excites you, may I have a drop of your blood afterwards? That would allow me a taste of your emotion, which is what I truly desire, querida. I swear to you that you would be in no danger.”

I thought about it and then agreed. He could have killed me at any time during the tour, if he had wanted to. But he hadn’t so maybe he would keep his word. If he didn’t keep his word, well, I’d be dead whether I agreed to this or not.

“Sí, Rafael, you may have a sample of my blood. I put my faith in your honor.”

Strong emotion swept over Rafael’s face at my words. Surprise? Relief? Joy?

He kissed my hand and stood up. He stretched like a dancer and swayed a bit, then stroked his chest. I blinked when his nipples hardened under the touch. Then he sat down and took his boots off, with a joke about how he appreciated them more at other times. He took his socks off too and spent a little time rubbing his feet.

Somehow his unselfconscious ease with his own body really affected me. I felt a little flushed and my own nipples hardened.

Then he stood up again. He turned slowly in front of me, caressing himself and allowing me to watch every angle of his swaying body. He didn’t let me get a clear look at his front, only showing me side views or quick turns, as he excited himself. I saw his massive chest rise and fall more strongly as he became excited.

He rubbed and plucked his nipples through the thin T-shirt. Then he slid his hands down over his hips to fondle his rear, which thrust his chest towards me for a clearer view.

I think I gasped. I know I was breathing hard by the time his T-shirt came off.

Rafael’s chest and back were deeply scarred. Some of the injuries must have been life-threatening, both whip scars and deep gouges. I shuddered at the pain he must have felt. Then I recovered myself and wondered if he had needed to adjust his hunting technique for those wounds.

But I uttered no questions. I was much more interested in watching a beautiful man enjoying himself. I started to feel damp between my legs. I grew wetter as he rubbed his crotch through his jeans, then fanned his fingers to emphasize his erection. I stayed still though, except for a few wriggles, not wanting to lose control of myself completely.

He took a long time handling himself. My body wanted to attack him by the time he finally unzipped his jeans. His penis was huge. I’ve never seen an adult man’s fully erect penis before but surely Rafael’s was unusually large. I was shocked at its size and hungry for it at the same time.

His hand closed around it and he turned partly away from me. The teasing movement inflamed me. He played with himself more and I could see his penis lengthening under the attention.

I cursed under my breath and sat up straighter, needing to see more.

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