Title: Forbidden Love
To: Drumbjo
Summary: What will happen if you spent a passion time with your best friend's wife?
A/N: Dear Drumbjo… I'm sorry if you didn't like this… Is my first time doing this… I hope you enjoy. Your Sookie's secret Santa.
20:30h
She never thought that she could feel so much. Even if she was breathing hard, he was undaunted. He always was like that.
Sookie felt pressure build inside her, while her lover's thrusts became more powerful, stronger and deeper. Her hands sought support from her lover's broad back, and her nails dug deep, bloody furrows.
He didn't seem to mind, while he held her hips higher, aiming deeper inside her.
Alcide was breathing in that scent of roses and honey that made him crazy. Sookie's blonde hair fanned around her head, and with every thrust it seemed to flutter.
This isn't right... She is my best friend's wife...
His conscience was determined to remember that little detail, which changed everything. Because he knew that it was wrong. That woman wasn't his. He never should have her.
But... How can he resist? How could he refuse that which he wanted all his life?
He drove deeper into her. Almost as if his body wanted to deny that statement. Her wet pussy accepted his cock; her arms pulling him closer, as if she was telling him that it was alright, that it wasn't wrong to feel this way.
Alcide tried to ignore what his damned conscience dared repeat.
She's the wife of your best friend… Do you remember that? Susana Stackhouse, now know as Susana Northman. Your best friend's wife. You're having sex with your best friend's wife. In the bed that they share every damned night.
It's only sex. Nothing more. Only one night...
His mind shut off when the most powerful orgasm he had felt in his life took over him.
Sookie couldn't think. His thrusts were getting stronger and deeper. She tried to keep her silence, suppress the moans that wanted to break through her lips.
This isn't right... He's the best friend of my husband... But... How can I refuse? Only one night... Just a moment...
She bit her fist until she drew blood, just as a last resource. Alcide moved deeper, harder...
She felt like her body would break into a thousand pieces, the pleasure spiked through her body. The orgasm took her out, and the last thing she could see was Alcide getting out of her body, before everything was black.
21:30h
Sookie got out of the shower; Alcide had left several minutes ago. She had replaced everything and straightened things up, making sure that nothing could betray her previous activity.
She dressed in her best lingerie, with tall Stilettos and took a glass of champagne.
Her husband, Eric Northman, would be coming back soon... Maybe he would want to play as well?
A/N: Dear Drumbeat... Maybe you didn't like my story... I've never done this before (Write for any person, I usually write about my dreams)... But... Whatever happens, I wish you a very Merry Chrismas.