jaden loves me, and I do not doubt.
I know her love by the way her eyes shine in the moonlight, the way her fingertips trail upon my skin, the way she moves her body over me and brushes her lips against mine. jaden's movements are unhurried -- slow,
gentle caresses, her touch a fine lace of warmth, tenderness, and things unsaid.
I know her love by the way she gently slides me into her mouth. At night I am awakened by a gentle tugging on my penis, by the softness of jaden's lips, the dancing of her tongue, and warm wetness engulfing me. I touch the soft hair at the back of her neck with my hand, and she continues until I shudder with release as she swallows.
She holds me then in her mouth until I grow soft and small, embarrassed that my once strong and vital organ is now weak, a useless appendage, flaccid and unresponsive and yet still held prisoner by her soft tenderness.
But jaden doesn't laugh, make fun, or criticize. She doesn't say a word as she reluctantly allows me to slide from her. She kisses my belly before curling into me, and then we drift into sleep, the length of our bodies touching until morning.
Even then, I am sometimes awakened by the sunlight coming through the window, and jaden's mouth upon me again.
She is a succubus, a vampire, taking my life's blood away. But I don't care. Even my tiredness is short-lived with the want of my jaden, when she says she needs me, and begs me.
And though I may briefly protest, she knows that all she has to do is lower her head to me, and I am hers.
