Sookie peered around the door, her heart thudding wildly in her chest when the wood moved to reveal Eric's soft smile.
Last night was crazy. She had no clue what she felt for the man stood on her porch. But as soon as he spoke, she definitely knew what her body thought of him.
"Sookie, my sweet. Are you coming out to play?" His voice was a velvet purr.
The man had complete control over Sookie's body, always knowing just how to approach her, exactly the right tone to use to turn her knees to jelly and make her underwear soaked with lust.
She opened the door a little wider, her eyes glued to his, and to an onlooker it would probably look like he was glamouring her.
Her chest rose and fell heavily, her lips slightly parted, hers eyes shining. Eric thought she looked divine, irresistible, beautiful in the soft, silver moonlight.
"Are you going to give me the chance to make it up to you? I can at least try to get you to forgive me, can't I?" he asked in a low, sinful voice that promised mind-blowing, earth shattering pleasures.
Sookie thought about it for a moment, contemplating whether letting him turn her brain into mush and body into pure bliss would be worth letting him back in. I've already kind of let him back in, she told herself, He got his way last night.
She opened the door fully as she said, "Only if you try really hard." and stepped over the threshold onto her porch.
Sookie was lay on her porch, wearing nothing but Eric's leather jacket, hoping to God nobody was planning on popping by for an impromptu visit tonight as Eric kissed his way down her naked body. The air was cool this time of year, and her vampire even colder, but nothing could chase away the fire that Eric had lit under her skin.
His tongue swiped across her hard nipple briefly, the wetness left behind caused it to tingle and throb in the cold. Each time his mouth left her body and the cool breeze chilled the moisture left by his tongue, it only served to make the heat inside her grow more intense.
She lifted her hips impatiently as he nibbled the skin of her lower stomach, her soft, excited sighs leaving her mouth in plumes of hot white air.
Eric kissed and bit the inside of Sookie's thighs, loving the low, wound-up moans of tension that it caused. But he wouldn't tease too much, not tonight. He was going to make sure that by the time he was done, she would be a puddle on the floor.
He thrust his tongue deep into her, the coolness of his skin contrasting almost painfully with the heat inside her, but instead of chasing it away, it only seemed to fan the flames even further.
He slipped his tongue up, spreading her wetness, to her most sensitive point, rolling over it softly as he slid his fingers slowly into her. It was the only time he was gentle with her, when using the soft muscle of his mouth.
When he hooked his fingers Sookie's whole body twitched in response, and again, and again, in a teasingly slow rhythm, his tongue dancing in perfect time with the beat his hand played.
She could feel the tension growing steadily, gradually building more and more, and she knew that when she eventually reached her end, it would be blindingly beautiful.
He touched her in a way that when her orgasm finally came it seemed to last for hours. Her body tensed, her back arching up, her muscles shaking with the wondrous release. It was so overwhelming that she couldn't make any noise above a strangled squeak.
The wave of euphoria that she had become addicted to washed over her, but Eric didn't let up. His movements continued, just as gentle, building her back up slowly until she was there again, quivering, managing an almost moan. He was relentless, continuing his efforts, the slow, torturous, agonisingly wonderful massage of his tongue sliding against her perfectly, his long fingers stroking mercilessly against that magic spot inside.
When she felt her third time wash over her she thought she was going to pass out. She lay, exhausted, sweating and shaking with aftershocks and the cold, but when she realised he still wasn't going to stop she gasped, "Please, Eric, no more. I think I'm gonna die."
At this he chuckled quietly, looking up the length of her body, catching her brown eyes in his gaze.
"You forgive me then?"
They were suddenly face to face, their noses touching, and he rubbed his gently across hers. I just got an Eskimo kiss from Eric Northman. Her thoughts were sluggish but her brain still managed to be shocked.
She could feel how hard he was through his jeans and despite the fact that she felt like she was going to faint, she wanted more than anything to hear his moans of pleasure her body always conjured. She wanted to make him lose control of himself, as he always made her.
"No." she grinned and a low growl rumbled in his chest, a growl of pure desire.
She tried to unbutton his jeans but her hands weren't working.
"I don't want to wear you out, lamb." he whispered in an unnecessarily seductive tone, "Would you like me to wake you up a little?"
"How?" she asked, suspicious.
"Drink my blood." Somehow it was a suggestion, a command and a plea all at once.
The excitement in his eyes was captivating. He loved the feel of a beautiful woman drinking his blood, and it showed very clearly on his face.
"Okay." she grinned mischievously, knowing he was going to enjoy it.
Eric unbuttoned his jeans and she felt him, ready to invite himself in. He pushed his tongue against his extended fang and pressed his lips firmly to Sookie's. His blood was hot and sweet, it tasted like a deliciously gluttonous dessert you just know you shouldn't have but order anyway because you feel like being naughty.
He tasted sinful.
She had never taken the time to really taste him in Dallas, all she could think of was saving his life and how gross it was and how hard his muscles were.
The sounds he made now though spurred her on even more and she sucked hard on his tongue, pulling every drop she could.
The wound healed and he pushed in, even harder than usual, the excitement taking him over and making him lose control. His thrusts were inhumanly fast, he drove into her without pause or mercy, and she absorbed them easily, wanting more, each thrust taking her closer. When she fell over the edge, the waves of pleasure consuming her, he was quick to follow in his excitement, striking at her throat as a predator does its prey.
He collapsed on top of her, still holding most of his weight on his elbows, and lapped languidly at the puncture wounds.
"Wow." was all she could say.
"I didn't hurt you did I?" he rumbled. He didn't sound concerned.
"Yes. But I enjoyed it." she replied, lazily stroking her fingers through his hair at the nape of his neck.
"Mmm. Good." Her fingers felt soothing, comfortable.
They lay that way, wrapped in each other, Eric's weight pressing down on Sookie comfortingly, his chest expanding and relaxing unnecessarily in a slow, calm rhythm, until Sookie's back began to ache from the hard, wooden floor.
Reluctantly they let go of one another and Sookie dressed slowly, unsteady, not quite wanting Eric to leave just yet but hesitant about inviting him in. Her mind raced. And raced. Did he care about her? Did she care about him? She was almost certain she did, and even after what happened in his office, the things he had said to her, she thought he did care for her. It was the way he looked at her.
Sookie stopped at the doorway and turned to say, "If I say I haven't forgiven you yet, will you come back tomorrow?"
A wicked grin spread across Eric's face. She had the face of an angel, but inside her mind was a lustful little devil.
He closed the gap between them, wrapped her small waist up in his arms, placed a soft, chaste kiss on her swollen lips and said, "If you say you have forgiven me, I'll come back tomorrow."
Sookie smiled brightly.
"Then I forgive you, Eric."