Thank you to my fellow Eris shippers dardarbinx01 and jesslarhea for all your guidance and encouragement to finally write a story. I love reading your stories so I wanted to write one for you guys. I hope you like it.
Eric's boots thundered against the concrete floor as he trudged his way to her apartment. He tried his best to fight the need to go to her. He had just spent hours in the training room wreaking havoc on the equipment. Despite his exhaustion from it, it did not suppress his craving for her. Eric knew he would not get any rest that night until he had her. Finally admitting defeat, he grudgingly gave in and now found himself outside of her door pounding away, waiting for her to open it.
Unstartled, Tris looked up from the book she was reading towards the obnoxious noise coming from her door. A smirk appeared on her face; she knew who was on the other side. Despite his daily denials of never returning to her bed, she knew Eric could not keep that promise to himself. Tris had become a drug that he was addicted to and no matter how much he tried to abstain, his dependence on her always won in the end.
After their first few weeks together, it became obvious to Tris that it was developing into more than just casual sex. She also knew that Eric was equally aware that their affair was turning into something more tangible and they both knew that it scared the shit out of him. Over the years, Eric had convinced himself that he did not need monogamy to live a fulfilled life. He had been happy, or so he thought, with the endless supply of one night stands he procured to satisfy his physical needs. Eric had always found them easily enough given his leadership position. Women threw themselves at him in hopes of capturing his affections and then indulge in the reverence that his position afforded. However, to their disappointment, none had ever satisfied him enough to warrant a return visit. No one until Tris that is. Despite Eric's constant denials of needing Tris as much as he needed oxygen to live, and rants of satisfying his needs elsewhere, he never once sought anyone else out after their first night together. Unbeknownst to Eric, Tris had become someone he could not live without, not only physically but emotionally as well. Tris had come to understand Eric's complex nature and embraced it. She learned to recognize when the cruel leader needed his space as well as when he needed to be comforted. Tris and Eric had come to find solace in one other over the last few months. They had spent countless evenings, fully clothed, with their limbs tangled together reveling in a comfortable silence. Eric never voiced his gratitude to Tris for putting up with his endless unpredictable mood swings. She felt it though through his gentle embraces, tender caresses and soft kisses. Tris knew that Eric had fallen in love with her, just like she had with him, even though he refused to admit it to himself.
Tris had teased Eric, without mercy, the entire day. The way she bent over to pick up something she purposely dropped on the floor. The way she shifted her stance and arched her back during their conversations regarding work matters. The way she swayed her hips when she walked away from him. She was confident that he would make an appearance at her apartment that night. Her conviction was reinforced by the commotion coming from her door at that moment.
Tris pulled off her hoodie, leaving her in nothing but a black jogging bra and matching booty shorts. She lazily made her way to the door, slowly opened it and saw Eric standing in the opening. The exhaustion on his face evaporated when he saw what she was wearing and was replaced with unbridled desire. She grabbed his hand and pulled him into her apartment. She closed door and locked it behind her, guaranteeing no unexpected intrusions from nosey friends. Noticing his sweat drenched hair and bruised knuckles, she quickly deduced that he had just come from the training room. Tris took Eric by the hand and guided him into the bathroom to remove his clothing.
She grabbed his hands and raised them above his head. She grazed the soft cotton fabric over his arms and abdomen with her fingertips while dragging her nails behind leaving his flesh peppered with goosebumps. She grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it off, letting it fall behind him to the floor. He lowered his arms and placed his hands on her waist. Tris released a hiss as he dug his fingers into her hips. She was certain she would have bruises there by morning. She slipped her hands down into the back of his jogging pants and grabbed his ass as she leaned toward him and tasted his the salty skin on his pulse point. She slid her right hand underneath the fabric until it came into contact with his manhood. She gently grasped it with her fingers while her thumb circled the head. Eric threw his head back and moaned from the sensation. She took her other hand and pulled his pants down until his erection sprung free. Tris lowered herself to her knees and pulled off Eric's combat boots then freed his legs from his pants. He stood there naked before her. Without breaking eye contact with Eric, Tris took a step back from him, unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor before she slid her shorts down her long, lean legs.
Tris gently pulled Eric into the shower. The cascading water enveloped their bodies. Eric pressed his lips to Tris' in a soft kiss. She grazed her tongue over his lips asking for entrance which he gladly gave. This kiss, like other ones they had come to share over the last few months, was not a battle for dominance between their tongues, but was a sensual and passionate exploration of one another that sent quivers throughout her body.
After they broke apart in desperate need for oxygen, Tris lathered her pouf and began swirling it over Eric's chiseled body while he shampooed his hair. When she was finished, she met his steel-grey eyes for only a moment before she turned her attention to his hardened member. Tris licked her lips and grabbed it firmly. She fell to her knees, brought it to her and swirled her tongue around the head before devouring it. Eric closed his eyes and reveled in the feel of being sheathed in the warmth of her mouth. He grasped the back of her head but refrained from forcing himself into her as she continued with her ministrations on him. Eric opened his eyes and looked down at her. He smiled when he saw Tris' stormy-blue eyes staring up at him. He felt a familiar tingle in his gut at the sight of her taking him in and out of her mouth and he knew his release was close. When she began gently caressing his sac in her hand, he couldn't suppress the urge any longer.
Eric's body became rigid as his orgasm washed over him. Tris took everything he had and greedily swallowed it. When he was finished, Eric helped her stand up then wrapped one arm around her waist and cupped her face with the hand of his other arm. He placed soft kisses all around her face. A smile replaced Eric's usually detached expression on his face.
Eric picked up the pouf and began to wash Tris' body. He began at her shoulders and slowly worked his way down her back. He squished the pouf between his hands and soaped up his free hand which he placed on her perfectly rounded ass and massaged it. A small moan escaped Tris' throat at the feel of his calloused hand on her bottom. Once Eric was satisfied that all the soap was washed away from that particular part of her anatomy, he pulled his hand back. Tris released a squeal of pleasure when Eric brought his hand forward to her ass again with enough force to leave a delightful stinging sensation.
Tris turned around to face Eric. He continued with his cleansing down the front of her body. He drew circles around her breasts with the pouf which caused her pink buds to harden. After the water swept away the last remnants of lather, Eric leaned down and captured her right nipple in his mouth while his hand pinched and pulled on her left. Tris' head fell back and she released a throaty moan as Eric continued giving her breasts his undivided attention. Tris felt the wetness that pooled between her legs and began rubbing them together to get some friction. When Eric noticed Tris rubbing her thighs together he moved his mouth to her left breast to give it the attention it so rightly deserved and then lowered his right hand and ran a finger between her lower lips. Tris gasped at the unexpected intrusion but parted her legs to give Eric the access he was asking for.
Tris shuddered when Eric placed soft, open mouthed kisses down her abdomen until he reached her mound and ran his tongue between her lower lips. He suckled her sensitive nub as he pumped his fingers in and out of her. It didn't take long until he felt that familiar tremble and Tris' walls clamped down around his fingers.
"Eric!" Tris cried out as her orgasm washed over her. Before she came down from her high, Eric slid down to the floor and pulled Tris down with him until she straddled him. He gripped his rock hard dick and guided Tris' hips down on top of it. He dug his fingers into her flesh as he slid her up and down himself at a relentless pace.
"You're always so tight and wet for me," Eric groaned. "I swear you were made just for me, Tris."
"That's right, Baby…I…was made…just…for you." Tris answered sucking in oxygen between her words.
The friction from Eric's ruthless strides caused Tris' orgasm to reignite and she screamed out in sheer ecstasy at the renewed sensation Eric was giving her. Eric felt like he was drowning inside of her from the unprecedented amount of fluid that was being expelled from her prolonged orgasm. He began to spasm inside of her from the force of her walls crushing down on him. It was the most painful experience he had ever had but at the same time the most pleasurable.
"Tris!" he cried out before he gritted his teeth and released his seed deep inside of her. Eric continued to gently rock them until he felt Tris' walls finally release its death grip on his now very sensitive member. Tris slowly lifted her head from Eric's shoulder. He cupped her face in his hands and placed a sweet kiss on her lips and continued with small pecks down her neck to her pulse point where he suckled for a few moments. Eric felt himself slip out of Tris, much to his disappointment. There was no better feeling to him than being physically connected to her in such a manner. Tris stood up and offered her hands to Eric which he gladly accepted and pulled himself up from the shower floor.
Noticing the water was cooling down, they quickly washed themselves up and stepped out of the shower before it turned frigid. Eric grabbed one of Tris' thick, soft white towels and wrapped it around her. He grabbed a second towel and began to dry her hair. While Tris brushed her golden locks, Eric grabbed another towel, dried himself and wrapped it around his waist. When Tris was finished, Eric picked her up bridal style and carried her to her bed. He lowered her to her feet and pulled back the plush covers. He removed her towel, scooped her up again and gently laid her in the bed before he removed his own towel and crawled under the covers with her. Eric pulled Tris to him and wrapped his arms around her. Tris laid her head on his chest and drew soothing circles on his shoulders.
Eric laid there with Tris in his arms and he mentally cursed himself for coming to her, proving her right, as usual and giving into her once again. He prided himself on being a strong and disciplined man but that all went out the proverbial window when it came to Tris.
It wasn't long before Tris drifted off to sleep. While holding the woman of his dreams in his arms, Eric whispered "I love you," to Tris and placed a soft kiss to her head as he ran his fingers through her soft locks of hair. As he drifted off to sleep he heard "I love you too," as Tris snuggled into him. Eric froze at the realization that Tris had heard his admission. After a few moments, Eric relaxed as a smile formed on his face at the feeling of fulfillment that washed over him for the first time in his whole life.