WARNING: This chapter is mostly NSFW, so if you're in an office environment, you might want to save this for later :)

Chapter 10: When You Got a Good Thing

"Kissing - and I mean like, yummy, smacking kissing - is the most delicious, most beautiful and passionate thing that two people can do, bar none. Better than sex, hands down." –Drew Barrymore

SPOV

He loved me. Eric loved me. The last guy I dated who said that to me was Bill, and even he hadn't said it since we were in high school. God, when I thought of all the relationships I'd been in since then and all the mistakes I'd made to try and keep them together when the guy I was dating just didn't deserve it… And here's Eric who loves me, and I'm freaking the fuck out like I've never had sex before.

But this time it means something to me and because he loves me, it'll mean something to Eric as well. The fact that he was going out of his way to make sure I was okay and comfortable with everything only made me feel guiltier for not being able to tell him I loved him back. Yes, I could have forced the words out but I wouldn't do that to him, nor would I do it to myself. I'd done that in the past and it was like faking an emotional orgasm. Not cool at all and definitely not satisfying.

The fact that I could express myself and not be worried that Eric was going to think I was some kind of freak made things so much easier. I knew he'd made his share of mistakes in the past where relationships were concerned and he never once tried to hide the fact that he wasn't all that emotionally involved with the women he spent time with. I reserved judgment on that because I really wasn't in any kind of position to say whether he was right or wrong for what he'd done.

Truthfully, the way he was with other girls fit my pattern of behavior exactly. No doubt I would have ended up crazy about him no matter how he treated me and I would have stuck around because… well, I'm not sure why I stayed with any of those guys. Maybe I didn't want to be alone, or maybe I was hoping they would change if I gave them time. Whatever the reason, I probably would have done the same thing with Eric. I definitely didn't go into our first date thinking I would fall in love with him, or that he would fall in love with me.

But I had hoped for it. Now I had what I wanted and I was panicking. I didn't really know what to do with a guy who loved me. I was so used to relationships being fucked up and one sided. Giving equal parts was a new territory for me and at the moment, the scales seemed to be tilted a little in Eric's favor since he'd reached the love finish line before me. But did that matter?

I decided that it didn't. It would matter if I knew in my heart there was no way I would ever love him but that wasn't the case. It was so close I could practically taste it but it just wasn't there yet. In the meantime, Eric seemed hell bent on showing me that he loved me and he was doing a damn good job of it.

What started out as a really nice foot massage to soothe my aching feet turned into a calf massage and Eric just kept on working his way up from there. He skipped my girly parts which was good because if he had started with all that, I would have missed out on the back massage that nearly put me to sleep, I got so relaxed. We talked quietly while he rubbed more of that peach scented lotion into my skin and by the time he was done with me I probably looked like a supernova lying there on his bed with all the shimmer on my skin. Thankfully, the parts that he was most likely to lick hadn't been rubbed down with the lotion.

When he came back from the bathroom after washing his hands, I pulled him down next to me on the bed. He had succeeded in his task to relax me and I wanted to repay his kindness. And from a guy's perspective, what could possibly say thank you better than a blowjob? But I knew we had to build up to that. Although I'm sure he wouldn't have fought me on it too hard if I had just yanked his pants off and got busy.

However, that probably would have wrecked the mood Eric had worked so hard to cultivate. Whether he was doing it for me or because he was a romantic at heart I couldn't be sure, but I wasn't going to ruin it. There would be plenty of time for sneak attacks and fucking into the mattress later. For the time being, I was content to stay the slow and sweet course he'd plotted out.

That meant the logical place to start was with kissing, so I pulled him closer and whispered, "Thank you. That was exactly what I needed."

"No more nerves?" His fingers ghosted up my arm.

"Only in a good way, I promise. I'm all tingly." I smiled at him and then kissed him.

He pulled back and said, "From now on the only time I want to see you shake is when you're coming."

I would have gasped but his lips attacked mine, stealing anything I might have tried to say. The kisses were deep, wet and full of emotion and didn't stay just on my mouth. He moved around, making sure everything north of my shoulders was in on the action. Damn, he was good.

I'd spent enough time kissing Eric in the last three weeks to wonder if it was possible to become addicted to kissing someone. Kissing had made me late for work at least twice but it was so worth it. Eric began to work the straps of my chemise down my shoulders and I was glad he didn't just rip them out of the way. I could only hope my panties would be just as lucky.

I eased my arms out of the straps, wiggling and twisted a little under Eric to accomplish the feat. I already knew from several topless make out sessions that he was a boob man and I had plenty to keep his hands and mouth occupied for a while. He wasted no time getting reacquainted with his old friends, and they weren't disappointed with the reunion either.

We ended up rolling over and with Eric occupied by my breasts in his face, my hand drifted down to get his pants open. I had thought he was exaggerating when he talked about ten inches the first time he slept over but that was no joke, as I'd found out the week before when making out turned into a handjob on my couch. Assuming I was measuring properly by sight, Eric wasn't exaggerating at all. I wasn't the least big surprised when I lowered the zipper on his pants and his cock jumped out like it was spring loaded.

He groaned when I wrapped my hand around him and the vibration of the groan against my skin sent shivers through me and I moaned right back. I started to stroke him and replaced my breasts with my lips on his. I loved kisses that were passionate and bordering on sloppy because I got so lost in them. Lucky for me, Eric was more than willing to give me what I wanted. His hands moved down to my thighs and then up under the chemise that was pooled at my waist.

Before he could get too friendly with me I loved my kisses down his neck to his chest, giving his nipples the same treatment he'd given mine. I threw in a couple of gentle bites because that was a big turn-on for Eric. My hand found a rhythm and his hips were thrusting up a little with each stroke. My mouth moved farther down his torso, my teeth dragging along the warm skin of his abs. I shifted my position just a little on the bed and kissed my way down his flaxen happy trail.

Eric's hands slipped into my hair, holding it back from my face so my eyes wouldn't be obstructed. Eye contact was an even bigger turn-on than the biting, as far as he was concerned. So I kept my eyes on his while I took that first long lick up his shaft from base to tip. The resulting eye roll was encouraging, so I repeated my actions. I was experienced enough to know there was no way in hell I could get all of him in my mouth so I wasn't even going to try. I did the best I could and let my hands do the rest. They twisted on the upstroke while I swirled my tongue as I went down and the combination had Eric's hips thrusting up again.

"Sookie, you have to…" his sentence died when one of my hands moved to give his balls a gentle squeeze. "Holy fuck!" He shouted and that was all the warning I got before he released in my mouth.

I kept on stroking and sucking until he stopped shuddering and had started to go soft. He relaxed his grip on my hair and pulled me up the length of his body. Unlike most guys, he didn't hesitate to kiss me. My thighs rubbed together in search of some much needed friction. My panties must have been soaked by then.

"Jesus, woman, are you trying to kill me?" Eric panted with me resting on top of him.

"Nope, that was a thank you," I smirked down at him.

"Well fuck," he groaned and then pulled my chemise up over my head.

I was on my back two seconds later and Eric was ditching his pants, leaving me in just my panties, which were peeled off (they survived!) as soon as his pants were gone. I giggled when the little bit of scruff on his chin tickled the inside of my leg while he was taking his sweet time kissing his way up it. There was a part of me that wanted to tell him to get a move on and that we'd fooled around enough.

Unfortunately, I'd incapacitated him for at least a few more minutes so I was just going to have to grin and bear it. Poor me, I know. When he got where he wanted to be, and where I needed him to be, I heard him mumble something in what I assumed was Swedish since I couldn't understand it.

"Jag har drömt om detta," he looked up at me with a smile on his face. I considered asking him what he was saying but I decided I didn't want to know. Whatever it was, it was likely to make me blush a hundred shades of red and I was flushed enough already.

Eric continued to move slowly, kissing and licking gently, but avoiding what I had come to affectionately refer to as my 'easy button.' All the gel in his hair made it difficult to run my fingers through it like I wanted to but that was a small setback. When his tongue finally flicked against my clit, my hips lifted off the bed. Eric's arms ended up under my thighs with his hands circling around so he could hold me in place.

Ladies and gentlemen, please fasten your seatbelts. I even heard a little dinging noise in my head like I would if I were on an airplane.

Now it might be bad form to think about other people you've had sex with while you're with someone else, but I couldn't help wondering how I'd ever gotten off on what some of my ex-boyfriends had called oral sex, considering the way my body responded to Eric. Maybe it was different with him because I genuinely cared and it wasn't forced feelings, hoping that if I told myself often enough, it would actually become the truth. With Eric, there was no faking whatsoever. And it probably helped that I trusted him enough to let myself go.

So that's what I did. I let my mind go completely blank and just focused on the feelings that were racing through me. I tried to keep my eyes on his but I was dangerously close to being on overload. I shifted my hands to grasp the sheets when I was afraid I was going to start pulling handfuls of his pretty hair out. That wouldn't be good.

How he managed to keep me on edge for so long, I'll never know. But then when his fingers slid inside me like they belonged there, I felt myself starting to tumble over. Thank God I was already lying down or I would have fallen over. My hips wouldn't stop moving to try and get more of him and I could feel the waves starting all the way down in my toes. I was sucking in air between gasps of his name and praying my heart didn't beat right out of my chest.

When his fingers found a spot inside me I didn't even know existed, I was done. "Eric!" I screamed as the big wave hit and my grasp on the sheets was so violent I could feel my nails digging into my palms, but he didn't stop there. He kept right on going.

I was still shaking from the first orgasm when the second one was starting to build. I braced myself for the impact of it, his name tumbling from my lips over and over again and the growling sounds he made did wonderful things to my easy button as his fingers stroked against that magic spot again. I screamed when I came the second time.

For a minute, I thought I had to be dead from the bright light that exploded behind my eyes. Yep, I was definitely going into the light. When my eyes opened it was because Eric had reached into his nightstand for a condom and I could hear the tearing of the little foil packet. My heart was still going a million beats a minute and my vision was a little blurred, although whether it was from pleasure or what might have been tears, I'm not sure.

Eric flopped onto his back while he put the condom on and once it was in place, I forced my body up on top of his. My muscles weren't working properly at that point, thanks to the massage paired with the orgasms, but I was going to have to make it work. I straddled his waist and bent down to kiss him. A few sloppy kisses later, he was lifting my hips and positioning me just right.

I gasped when I started to sink down on him. Jesus he was big.

"Are you okay?" He asked sweetly when I had to stop.

I nodded and said, "You're big."

He grinned and said, "I wasn't lying when I said I'd show you ten inches."

His hand moved and rubbed my clit, which miraculously seemed to give me a shot of energy. I knew I wasn't going to be able to fit all of him inside me; I simply wasn't big enough, but I was going to give it my best shot. I took my time, moving slowly and giving my body time to stretch. Seven months without sex had definitely tightened things up again and the last guy I'd slept with definitely wasn't as big as Eric.

He didn't try to hurry me along, although I could tell he was straining to keep control of himself. With his hands firmly grasping my hips and my hands braced on his chest, I started to slowly rise and fall on top of him. Our eyes met and it was like nothing I'd ever felt before. Shit, was I one of those girls who was going to think she fell in love while having sex? Okay, so I had been like, ninety percent there already so it wasn't like I went from zero to sixty, but still…

"Still okay?" Eric asked me as I moved.

I answered him with a kiss because I was afraid if I opened my mouth those three little words I couldn't have said before would come tumbling out and I didn't want him to think I was saying it just because it was the heat of the moment. I would tell him later when our bodies and hormones weren't in such an uproar and we were both thinking with clearer heads. If he could feel my turmoil in the kiss, he said nothing of it and I was thankful for it. It wasn't the time for a conversation.

A short time later we rolled over carefully and my legs circled lazily around the back of Eric's legs. He moved slowly, like he was trying to savor what was happening between us. Oh the differences between making love and fucking someone were starting to become very apparent to me and it made me just a little sad to think I'd never experienced something like this in my other relationships. But then I chased that thought away and replaced it with how happy I was that I was still able to have a first time, of sorts, with Eric. He deserved that much.

No, we deserved that much.

Eric buried his face in the crook of my neck and my hands grasped his shoulders, digging in just a little, holding him close to me. He nibbled my ear for a few seconds before I heard him whisper, "I love you."

I bit my lip to keep from crying. No one had ever said that to me during sex before and the stabbing ache in my chest told me just how sad that really was. It also told me that I really did love him back. Dammit, why didn't I know this an hour ago?

My hips rose to meet his with every thrust and when he started to move a little faster, I knew he was close. To make sure we finished together, his hand moved between us. His lips grazed against mine and our eyes met. He kissed me softly and said, "Come with me."

I think I died again right there but somehow managed to nod my head. His thumb moved over my clit while his thrusts got just a little harder. As those waves started up from my toes again, my fingers dug into his back. I'd probably end up leaving little crescent shaped marks on him but I sincerely doubted he would care. Hell, he'd probably consider them a badge of honor.

"Oh Jesus," I breathed against his neck, our bodies moving faster and faster in search of release. "Eric, I'm so close."

A string of Swedish curse words (at least that's what they sounded like to me) left Eric's mouth and then he shouted with his own climax. I followed right behind him, my inner muscles gripping him tightly, trying desperately to keep him inside me. My nails scratched his back and I could only hope I didn't draw blood. His body dropped on top of mine and it was the most delicious thing I'd ever felt in my life. I could feel the pounding of his heart against my skin and the lazy kisses he planted all over me while he tried to get himself together were matched by my own.

Eric shifted off of me to get rid of the condom but when he came back to bed just a few seconds later, he lay down next to me and parked his head on my chest just under my left breast. I really wanted to play with his hair the way he'd done with mine so many times but I settled for running my fingers up and down the back of his neck instead. His arm draped around my bare skin and he pressed little kisses against me every couple of seconds. We didn't talk for a while and I was okay with that.

"Thank you," I finally whispered and looked down to check his back and make sure I hadn't done any permanent damage.

"For what?" Eric whispered back and kissed my breast.

"I've never felt anything like that before, Eric. We haven't really talked too much in depth about our other relationships and I don't want to ruin this by doing that now, but I just want you to know I've never been with anyone like you." I rubbed his back.

Eric shifted up so we were face to face and sharing a pillow. "I've never been with anyone like you before either, so that makes us even. And if I'm being honest, it never mattered to me until I met you if the girl I was with gave a shit. I was selfish and pretty shallow. I always took more than I gave."

"Well, that's definitely not the case here," I smiled at him and he smiled back.

His hand reached for mine and after kissing the back of it, he settled our hands between us so I could once again feel his heart beating into my skin. My eyes closed with the intention of just concentrating on what I was feeling, but I must have gotten a little too comfortable because I ended up falling asleep.

When my eyes opened some time later, the candles had all burned out and Eric was on top of me again. I gave him a sleepy smile and tried to get my lips to answer the kiss he laid on me. Since I wasn't quite awake yet, I mostly felt like I was floating outside of my own body. His fingers moved between my legs, waking me up in the nicest way possible.

He must have put a condom on before he decided to wake me up because just when I was about to fall over the edge again, he replaced his fingers with his cock and my walls immediately clamped down on him. He grunted at the tight squeeze he was getting and didn't start to thrust inside me until my muscles were fluttering instead of gripping him.

"Mmmm harder," I moaned, no longer feeling the need for slow and sweet.

Eric got up on his knees and lifted my hips to give me what I wanted. My fingers dug into his forearms and my eyes rolled back into my head when he shifted my hips just a little to hit that magic spot inside me. I cried out and begged him to go deeper inside me. I was so close to coming that I didn't care if it would leave me sore in the morning.

"More," I moaned and sobbed with relief when my body exploded around his.

My orgasm must have triggered his because he came seconds later, panting and shuddering above me. I hadn't even realized he'd shifted positions again. As it was before, he shifted over just long enough to get rid of the used condom before wrapping himself around me.

"Should I be expecting you to wake me up like that often from now on?" I giggled and then gasped when his hand lodged itself between my thighs. Apparently he wasn't quite done with me yet.

"That, my lover, was just one of a million ways I can think of to wake you," he nipped at my neck while his fingers moved expertly further down my body.

I was a lucky, lucky girl.

Jag har drömt om detta- I have dreamed of this.

Sooooo there we have it. Lemons and Sookie has realized she is, in fact, in love with Eric. You know what they say about timing being everything... that's really going to come into play in a couple of chapters. I'm warning my angst babies right now that there's going to be some trouble up ahead but I promise you it's not relationship angst. If you're an angst baby, you should still brace yourself though lol. Reviews= love & teasers. Thanks for reading!