Author's Note: Here it is, your final lemon delivery and the conclusion of Travelling Companions. Thanks for reading!
He growled again as if he were battling himself. "Don't tempt me Sookie. I have wanted to make you mine for a long time now. It is difficult …" he ran his fingers through her hair, "to hold myself back."
"We will figure out who is whose later but I need you, all of you, now." She held his face in her hands and pulled him into a deep kiss.
She felt the rumble of his desire in his chest, vibrating into their kiss. He drew back, resting his forehead on hers. "As you wish, Miss Stackhouse." He breathed lazily, triumph and desire dripping from his voice, "But not like this."
Before Sookie had time to be confused he had rolled her onto her left side, facing away from him, pressed up against the side of the coffin. He lay right behind her, in the very middle of the travel coffin where the lid was higher and he just had room to lie on his side without having to lean forward or back to accommodate his broad shoulders.
Embraced from behind by Eric, Sookie moaned as he traced his fingertips along her neck, shoulder, and arm. Could he know that she had dreamed of that?
"Since we have limited space we have to choose one position, unfortunately." He breathed in her ear, stubble scratching her neck. "When I come to you at your house tonight I will have you more ways than you know about yet but this will have to do for now."
Sookie laughed as he littered open mouthed kisses on her neck. "There's that winning humility again that makes you so popular."
"I seem to be doing okay with you…" he gloated smugly, massaging her breasts with both hands and pressing his hardness against her ass through her skirt.
"What was wrong with how we were?" She found her own hips were rolling in response, craving more.
"You wouldn't have come that way." He said matter-of-factly, laughing softly at her gasp of surprise. "Of course by hand I can bring you to orgasm in any position, standing in an elevator or sitting next to me at a restaurant for instance…" Sookie gasped again at his offhand examples. What the eff? "…but I want to be inside you the first … several … times I make you come. Now that I've observed your responses I know this is your position." His right hand left her breast to pull her skirt up slowly, running his hand up the back of her leg to caress her where her leg met her perfectly rounded ass.
With her skirt out of the way she felt his cock nestled against her and couldn't help but writhe a little to feel it rub on her bare skin. He groaned and moved his fingers to her wet entrance, then forward to lightly but firmly press her clit.
"Ah, Eric…" she sighed at the renewed stimulation, already somehow better in this position. She felt a different pressure behind his fingers and realized the head of his cock was at her entrance, pressing very slowly but as unstoppably as a force of nature. She felt a flutter of fear wash over her, would this hurt? What ancient, supernatural sex god had she naively handed herself to? She wondered if he could feel her fear through the bond of his blood. If so, his response was not to stop or to ask if she was okay, it was a strong hand on her hip, holding her to him and prompting a twinge of the trampoline in her belly.
He pressed his tip into her tightness, pausing a moment before driving in to her with a growl of pleasure. She gasped as he filled her, body and mind struggling to accept the mind-blowing feeling of his presence inside her. He was right about this position. The way he filled her put pressure on that sweet spot in the front wall of her body, washing her in pleasure and bringing her close to sweet oblivion with just his first thrust.
He set a gentle tempo, slowly retreating and advancing. It felt almost soothing, except that each slow thrust spiraled her higher in a sparkly golden exhilaration. She circled her hips, snuggling in to the building pleasure like a soft bed. She found that in this position she could work her inner muscles like she always had when she touched herself in her girlish bedroom. She found a rhythm of movement with her hips and inner muscles that felt like being able to flap her wings, headed for the top of that golden cloud of pleasure. Just when she was wondering if she would ever catch up with the crest of that rising wave Eric brought the hand that had been on her hip around to the front of her body and down to press his finger again in small circles on her clit.
"Oh my … god!" she whispered as he added the piece she hadn't known was missing. She squeezed his hand between her legs and ground against it. All at once her release overtook her, no longer climbing higher she was lifted and tossed by the waves of her pleasure, each of Eric's thrusts propelling her orgasm through her body. She hung in breathless freefall for a perfect moment before feeling like she was plunging back to earth at exhilarating speed. Eric extracted his hand from between her legs and held her tight as she coasted down from her orgasm.
He kept up the slow thrusts that felt so good, now deepening them so that he filled her slowly to the hilt each time. She moaned and pushed her forearms against the foam covered wall of the coffin, bracing herself to fully meet each advance. He put his hand back between her legs, this time with just blunt pressure, which she appreciated, she was so sensitive now she didn't think she could have handled what he was doing before.
"Come again for me, Sookie." Eric ordered her, his low voice in her ear still causing the trampoline feeling even with everything else going on.
"I don't think I can…" she breathed.
"That was not a request." Asshole Eric informed her coldly. Why did it turn her on when he talked to her like that?
"Keep doing what you were doing, it will come." His voice was softer now. "I forgot you have probably not been … taken care of properly before."
Well he was right about that, and Sookie appreciated the lengths he went to to avoid actually mentioning Bill while he was inside of her.
Obediently she endeavored to resume the pattern of hip rolls and little muscle squeezes but it felt like she was trying to climb stairs with only wispy clouds under her. She relaxed into the pleasure of Eric filling her, Eric wanting her, and started to grind against his hand. As if stairs had risen out of the clouds she was once again able to climb higher, building quickly again until she was floating effortlessly again. The floating feeling was much longer this time. She felt herself involuntarily throbbing around Eric, her inner muscles convulsing and squeezing his cock like a heartbeat.
He growled into her shoulder and she felt his mouth over her pulse on her neck, fangs grazing her. She tilted her head to the side, pressing the top of her head deeper into the foam to give him more access. This probably wasn't the best time to make major life decisions but she felt like she would happily let him drain her dry right now if he wanted to.
Her subtle movement was all the invitation he needed. With a dangerous growl he sank his fangs into her neck. She gasped, overwhelmed again. Frenzied with the taste of her blood he fucked her hard and fast while hungrily sucking at her neck. Feeling herself starting to panic she made the conscious decision to trust him and stay with this experience, opening up to the intensity.
She braced herself more firmly against the wall, meeting each thrust like a worthy adversary. Feeling her strength Eric released her neck and roared as he fucked her relentlessly, fast and deep. Every time he filled her she felt the bright explosion of his collision with her sensitive spot. Just like when he had fingered her earlier those explosions felt too intense to harness into an orgasm. Soon she abandoned all such observations because she needed to direct all her concentration to deliberate acceptance and surrender to the blinding intensity of Eric's intense, all-consuming desire. It felt like her only two options for survival were to completely surrender or to ask him to stop. She did not want him to stop.
Before long instead of concentrating on acceptance she simply had no thoughts, no concentration, no running commentary in her head. She was one being with Eric, needing and needed. Instinctively she began to work again toward her release, luxuriating in their shared pleasure. Eric sensed her shift of mind and roared low in her ear. Rising on her newfound peace of mind above the relentless buffeting of his desire, her pleasure built slowly, unstoppably, almost painfully. With tears in her eyes she balanced maddeningly on the edge of her release.
"Please," she begged in a whisper, desperate but unable to form sentences. "yes … Eric … please."
"Mmm, Sookie" he groaned in her ear, changing his rhythm now as he neared his release. This brought the leading edge of Sookie's orgasm, it loomed above her like an impending tidal wave. When it hit her the muffled, zen-like state her submission had provided her melted away and she screamed into full awareness of the amazing intensity of each thrust as it drove her to the very peak of pleasure and she came, bursting into a million pieces, falling apart at the seams around her vampire lover.
Her pleasure pulled him over the edge with her into the depths of his release, emptying himself into her, losing himself in her, resting in the light of her sun, dying again buried in her sweet earth. He held her tightly in his arms as they gradually stilled, resting together spent and satisfied.
Eric laced Sookie's fingers into his and traced little shapes on the back of her hand with his other index finger.
"I need you, Sookie." He said simply, surprising her. "I knew I wanted to taste you, to fuck you. I didn't know I would feel…"
"What?" Sookie asked softly, deciding to let the dirty talk slide for now to encourage the honest and vulnerable Eric to the surface.
"Being with you feels like coming home. Coming home from fighting to food and beer and a warm fire and the people you … love. I haven't felt this way in a long time, I didn't know I could any more. I want to feel this way always."
He buried his face in her hair and inhaled deeply, what was it with vampires and smelling her? He stacked his head on top of hers, cheek to cheek, sighing deeply. It felt like he was snuggling in to sleep on her face like a puppy. It was heartbreaking.
"Eric," she struggled to enunciate, her face smooshed under his, "Eric it feels like somebody is moving us again!"
"We've landed, we're being unloaded from the plane." His voice was slow, sleepy, unconcerned. He made no motion toward removing himself from her face. "We'll be in the airport vampire lounge momentarily, it's after sunset."
"What! Get off me you giant Viking!" she shrugged him off, frantically pulling her dress back up over her shoulders and trying in vain to feel around with her feet for panties and shoes lost somewhere at the bottom of the coffin.
"You'll never reach your shoes, Sookie, I can feel them with my feet. You can get them when we open the lid." His voice betrayed that he was amused at her expense, but it also still had a warmth she didn't usually hear from him. He too seemed to be arranging his clothes, she heard him zip his pants.
"Can you feel my… underpants anywhere?"
"Mmm, why yes, I can feel them right here in my pocket whenever I want." Someone was jumping on that trampoline in her belly again. Sookie was furious that Asshole Eric and his damn sexy comments had this effect on her.
"Eric Northman!" Sookie scolded, wishing she knew his middle name. "You give those to me right now!"
"Don't worry," he whispered suggestively, "I'll bring them when I come to see you tonight."
Sookie sighed, "Oh my goodness, I have to talk to Bill." That was not going to be pleasant at all.
"Better you than me." He shrugged with a cold air of "not my problem".
"I will arrive at your house at midnight, if you haven't gotten rid of Compton by then I will."
Just as he said that they stopped rumbling along and after a couple more jostles seemed to be left motionless.
"We're here!" Eric announced cheerfully, popping the lid open.
Sookie gasped, eyes blinking in the glaring brightness. She saw that the other coffin was still closed, thank the Lord. Eric lay on his back between her squished territory and the open edge of the coffin, one arm behind his head, leaving her no choice but to straddle him awkwardly to climb out, adjusting her skirt as she went. His face was smug at the situation but Sookie immediately noticed something else.
"Eric you have the bleeds!" She whispered, dismayed.
"Worth it." He smirked, eyebrow cocked.
Sookie couldn't help but giggle. Eric bit his finger and rubbed his blood on her neck where he had bitten her, healing the fang marks. Well that was a good idea, why didn't Bill do that? As he withdrew his finger she impulsively seized his hand, putting his finger in her mouth to suck the last few drops from the rapidly healing puncture. This surprised him, his eyelids closed, fluttering. Sookie winked at him and turned, quickly grabbing her white flats and hightailing it for the nearest restroom. The vampire lounge didn't have one, of course.
Bill emerged from his coffin as Eric was wiping his face with a handkerchief.
"Didn't you sleep?" Bill asked.
"I had … a lot on my mind." Eric shrugged
"You guys ready?" Sookie swung into the lounge, face wreathed in smiles, hoping her disheveled appearance wasn't too noticeable. She'd had to scrub her face and chest in the cold water from the sink, apparently necking in the dark with a bleeding, crying, biting vampire was not an easy crime to conceal. Unable to get the blood out of her hair she had twisted it up and secured it with a pencil someone left on the floor. She was wearing her sweater inside out and buttoned up to hide the bloodstains on the sweater and the bodice of her dress, and her skirt was hopelessly wrinkled. She also was completely free to the breeze under her skirt but no one would know that, of course. Except Eric.
The vampires looked at her. Bill's eyebrows lowered, Eric's raised.
"Sookie what, are you … okay?" Bill asked.
"Yeah!" she shrugged, "rough flight."
Eric stalked over to her, raising her unoffered hand to his lips, "until we meet again, Miss Stackhouse." He purred over her hand.
"Mr. Northman." Sookie replied, all business. "You owe me ten thousand dollars."
"I owe you many things, Miss Stackhouse."
Eric strutted nonchalantly out into the busy airport, one hand in his pocket.
Sookie crossed to Bill, ushering him out of the lounge with her hand on his back to avoid the question of hand holding. "Take me to my house, Bill. We need to talk."
