A/N: I do not own these characters. Charlaine Harris does. You have no idea how much I wish I owned Eric though.
A/N: A million, trillion, bajillion, viking kisses to Smfogleman. This chapter was a total mess and she whipped it into shape for me. She also let me sleep on her couch for the last couple of days too :-P
I also need to give a huge thanks to my Banjo, LindsayK. She looked over the lemon for me, cause I was terrified of it. It got her seal of approval so I knew I was good to go. She writes some bloody good stories, so check them out! http:/www. fanfiction. net/u/1295835/LindsayK
A/N: Well here it is. The lemon chapter. They aren't my strong suit, so take it easy on me... Grab some sugar and mix up some lemonade, cause this is sweet :-)
EPOV
Dancing with Sookie all night was even better than I could have imagined. She looked absolutely stunning in that dress that made her eyes seem even bluer than normal. Once she got over her fear of my parents' disapproval, she let go and seemed to really enjoy herself. I loved her carefree laughter as she spun around the floor with some of my father's friends. It was a beautiful sight.
Nothing compared to the feeling of having her in my arms, holding her close to my body as we swayed to the music. The love I saw shining in her eyes after I sang to her was enough to suck the air from my lungs. Words would never be able to fully express my feelings for the glorious woman beside me.
After leaving the party, we decide to go for a walk around the grounds of the mansion. It is a gorgeous piece of property dating back to the 1800s. The gardens are nothing short of award winning, and Sookie always enjoys strolling around and looking at the flowers. Sneaking a glance in her direction I see her wincing with each step she takes. It takes me a minute, but I think I know what her problem is. The heels on her shoes are low, but Sookie has never had a tolerance for being in heels for more than a few hours.
Tugging on her hand, I pull her to a stop beside me. She looks at me with a confused glance, causing her forehead to wrinkle.
"I know your feet are bothering you. You keep wincing with every step you take."
"It's fine Eric. I'll take them off when we get closer to the car. I just didn't want to go barefoot the entire time."
The sidewalks are clean, but I understand her hesitation. I squat down into a crouching position and tell her, "Climb on. I'll give you a piggy back ride."
"Eric!" she exclaims in disbelief.
"What's wrong, Sookie? It's not like I've never given you one before. You always seem to enjoy them."
Shaking her head, she chuckles and gestures to her outfit. "Eric, I love it when you give me a ride, but I'm not straddling your back wearing this dress. I think giving everyone a free show would be a bad idea."
The head on my shoulders understands the logic of what she is saying, but the head between my legs is inundated with thoughts of Sookie straddling my back, with just a pair of panties separating her warm, wet center from me.
I clear my throat so that I can answer her.
"Uh, right, yeah. That probably wouldn't be a good idea."
These pants do nothing to hide my erection, and when Sookie glances down as she pulls me to my feet, her laughter dies in her throat and her eyes glaze over. She presses her body closer to mine, seemingly without thought.
"Sookie, if you really meant what you said about not giving everyone here a show, I don't suggest continuing with that. I won't be held responsible for my actions if you keep it up."
Giving me a mischievous grin, she steps away from me for a second before jumping into my arms, causing me to scramble to catch her bridal style.
"Since you can't give me a piggy back ride, I figured this would be a suitable option for carrying me."
I carry her the rest of the way around the garden and then start back towards the car.
I try to will my erection away the entire time, so that I don't attack her the moment we get to the car, but it is hopeless. Sookie teases my earlobe with her tongue, whispering the things she wants to do to me when we got home. Her hands thread into my hair, and she pulls it back to plant wet kisses along my neck. It takes all of my willpower to not run and throw her into the backseat of my car.
Somehow I manage to keep my cool. I deposit Sookie into the car and drive us back to her apartment with no incident.
As I park, I tell her to stay right where she is. I first open the front door and then return to her side of the car to open her door for her. I reach down and scoop her up and into my arms, carrying her inside the apartment.
A feeling of warmth spreads through me that I can't begin to describe. In that moment I know beyond a shadow of a doubt, I want to carry her into our house like this one day, with her as my wife. She's the one for me, something I have known since high school.
I plant a soft kiss on her lips, trying to promise her everything and more in that one gesture. When I pull back she looks at me with glistening eyes, and I'm certain my intent is clear. Reluctantly, I set her back on her feet but continue to hold her in my arms.
"Would you lock up and kill the lights? I am going to go get ready for bed."
"Of course, my love. I'll meet you in the bedroom."
Oh I will meet her in the bedroom, and I plan on showing her how much I have enjoyed having her in my arms all night. She is nothing short of stunning, and watching her saunter away towards her bedroom is doing nothing to help my straining erection.
I can't wait to make love to Sookie, but she wants to wait, and I will wait as long as she wants me to. I would never pressure her into moving faster than she is ready to, and I have more than enjoyed learning how to please her in other ways. She has an incredibly magnificent body, and nothing excites me more than seeing her sprawled naked across the bed, head thrown back in an orgasmic haze. I know her curves by heart, and my hands itch to trace a path down them every time I see her.
I make sure all the lights are off in her apartment and lock the front door before heading back to the bedroom.
I open the bedroom door and the site before me makes my jaw drop.
SPOV
I leave Eric in the living room and go to the bedroom to get ready. I bought some candles and new lingerie a couple of weeks ago, wanting to make sure that the atmosphere would be right the first time we made love.
The silky nightgown is a royal blue color that hangs a few inches above my knees. The lace lined v-cut of the fabric falls in a manner that accentuates my breasts to perfection. I leave my hair down so that it falls in soft ringlets around my shoulders. My lace panties are a matching shade of blue that leave little to the imagination.
When I am satisfied with my appearance, I set about placing the candles out and lighting them. I didn't go for the typical scents like vanilla or lavender. I opted for honeysuckle instead. Eric always says I smell like honeysuckles.
I am pleasantly surprised to realize that I am not at all nervous, as I had feared I might be. This is a long time coming for Eric and me and I am incredibly excited to do this.
I debate how I should be positioned when he comes into the room, opting to stretch across the bed, head propped on my hand, with a "come hither" look on my face.
I can hear Eric's footsteps as he approaches the bedroom, and my heartbeat speeds up. I hope he enjoys my surprise. When the door opens my heart skips a beat altogether at the look on his face.
I have never felt more beautiful than I do as his gaze sweeps around the room and down my body.
His mouth opens to say something, but he takes a deep breath and closes his eyes instead. Opening them again, he fixes me with his stare and I can see the love and desire radiating from them.
"Sookie, I… you… my god you are radiant. How did I ever get so lucky as to have someone as amazing as you in my life? To have you love me as much as I love you?" There is so much emotion in his voice that it causes me to tear up.
"I don't know, Eric, but I thank my lucky stars everyday that you are mine. Now come here and let me show you just how much I love you."
I swear he growls before making his way towards me. Stopping at the foot of the bed, he offers me his hand and pulls me up to stand beside him on the floor.
"So fucking beautiful," he mutters under his breath.
I need to feel his lips against mine, so I thread my fingers through his hair and pull his face to mine. Softly at first our lips brush against one another, but I need more and slide my tongue across his lips, silently asking for entrance. His tongue darts out to meet mine and we kiss in a slow, languid fashion, tongues dancing with each other.
His hands are grasping my hips, and the simple touch sends fire spreading throughout my body. I want to feel his skin against mine and slowly unbutton his shirt, kissing each part of his chest as it is exposed. A low rumble emits from deep within him, and it turns me on even more. I slip the shirt off his shoulders and can't help the smile that graces my face. His chest is pure perfection, muscular, but still comfortable enough for snuggling against.
Returning to his mouth, I plant a searing kiss on him before working my way to his ear lobe. I tug the soft flesh between my teeth before moving on to his neck. I run my tongue up and down, stopping to lick his Adams apple, which bobs under my attention.
"Sookie," he growls out.
Ignoring this I keep working my way down, resuming my earlier efforts to cover his chest completely with my lips and tongue.
My lips fasten around one of his nipples, and I nip at the flesh until it hardens to a peak. My own nipples are straining against the fabric of my gown. His sigh of satisfaction encourages me to repeat the action on his other one, before continuing my path south.
I am grateful that he opted to go without a belt this evening; one less obstacle in my way. I struggle with the button on his pants for a moment, but the zipper gives way with ease. My hands are itching to pull his boxers down alongside his pants, but I want to take this slowly. I toy with the waistband before sliding my hand inside, finding him harder than ever before. My mouth waters in anticipation of tasting him once again. Running my hand up his length, I can feel the moisture pooling at the tip.
Unable to resist the urge, I lower his boxers in one fell swoop and sink to my knees on the floor. My free hand trails up his inner thigh until I cup his balls, wrapping my lips around his tip. His fingers wrap themselves in my hair and the guttural groan of satisfaction reverberates through the room. Teasingly, I swirl my tongue around his tip, down his length and back again before closing my lips around him once more. The slight thrusting of his hips encourages me to suck him harder and faster and I do so with pleasure. I love the way he feels in my mouth and I know with a certainty that he will feel even more amazing buried inside me.
After a few minutes of this he moans my name, and I know he is close. Reluctantly I release my hold on him, rising to my feet once more.
"I'm not finished with you yet, Eric."
Realization dawns on his face, which quickly gives way to uncertainty.
"Sookie, are you sure you're ready for this? We don't have to do this tonight; we can still wait."
His concern touches me, but I am more than ready for this. I am ready to be with Eric completely.
Placing my finger to his lips, I silence him, before replacing my finger with a soft kiss.
"Eric, I have never been more sure of anything in my life. I want this. I want to be with you in every way. I love you and I want to show you how much. Make love to me."
The fire that ignites behind his eyes, mixed with the ever present love, is enough to make me take a deep breath. I could never love a man as much as I do him.
His hands trail down my sides to the hem of my nightgown before slowly lifting it up and over my head. The blue of his eyes turns a darker shade as he takes in the site before him and I shiver under his gaze.
"Fuck, Sookie."
"Kiss me, Eric. Kiss me like it's the first time. Kiss me like it's the last time."
Kiss me he does. My toes curl with the intensity of the passion in that single kiss. I feel as though I may explode if I don't get more.
As if reading my thoughts, he turns me so that my back is to the bed, and gently lays me down on it. His fingers dip into the sides of my panties and he slowly tugs them down my legs and onto the floor with my nightgown. Lying naked before him, I feel like a queen as his gaze rakes over my entire body. He has made me comfortable in my nudity from the start and I will never be able to thank him enough for that peace of mind.
I open my arms in invitation for him to join me on the bed, and he tentatively lies down beside me. The air in the room is charged, and we both know that tonight is different. In some ways it's not though. I'll still be Sookie. He will still be Eric. We will still be in love. We will just have had sex together.
I roll onto my side to look at him. I brush his hair back and cup his face in my hand.
"I love you so much, Eric."
"I love you too, Sookie."
Taking the initiative I lean forward and put my lips to his once more before he rolls me onto my back, covering my body with his own.
"I" Kiss "Have" Kiss. "A" Kiss "Favor" Kiss "To" Kiss "Return"
My giggles quickly turn to moans as his lips reach their destination. My hips buck up off of the bed of their own volition as his tongue licks up my slit to my clit. Flattening his tongue, his strokes become rougher, and I can feel myself approaching the edge quickly. When he adds a finger to the mix, I lose all control, and my orgasm rips through my body.
Eric kisses his way back up my body to lie beside me, while I pant heavily, trying to catch my breath. I will never tire of the amazing things his tongue can do to me.
Propping himself up on one arm, his other hand ghosts up and down my side, causing goosebumps to break out all over my body.
"Sookie. I want to do this more than anything, but I wasn't expecting this. I don't have anything with me. I know we are both clean, but I'd just feel better if we had a condom."
The regret in his voice almost makes me chuckle, but I am too touched by his concern.
I roll over so that I am facing the nightstand by my bed, and extract a condom from the top drawer.
"Don't worry, Eric. I'm prepared."
The fire that ignites in his eyes is enough to scorch me where I lay. I watch in utter fascination as he unwraps the condom and rolls it down his length, before covering my body with his once more.
Kissing me deeply he positions himself between my legs, his tip at my opening. The urge to raise my hips to meet his is overwhelming. Pulling back he gives me one last glance to make sure I'm ready, and I nod before grabbing his head and bringing his lips back to mine.
He seems almost nervous. It is our first time together, so I brush it aside.
A moan escapes my lips as I feel Eric pushing into me. Groaning, he nuzzles his face into my neck, burying himself slowly, but completely, within me.
Stilling for a moment to allow us both to adjust, he raises his head so that his eyes meet mine, before pulling slowly out and thrusting back in. I can't stop the gasp from escaping my lips. Nothing has ever felt so right as having Eric make love to me.
Maintaining eye contact the entire time, he picks up the pace and soon he is eliciting moans with each movement of his hips. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him further in and give myself to him fully. I am giddy with power when I hear him groan in response.
My orgasm is building quicker than I thought possible, and I know I won't be able to hold on much longer. Another couple of thrusts, and I dig my nails into his shoulders as I feel myself crashing over the edge as waves of pleasure flow through me. Grunting my name, he buries his head in my neck once more as he comes.
Collapsing on top of me, Eric continues to make small movements with his hips as I whimper in his arms. Sweaty and sated we lay there, his large body covering my smaller one. I run my fingers through his hair, which is damp with the efforts of our coupling.
He gently pulls out, and I mourn the loss of him. Rolling off the bed, he walks to the bathroom, to presumably toss the condom, before coming back to lie beside me once more.
Taking one look at each other we both begin to laugh uncontrollably. I never knew it was possible to be so happy.
"Thank you," I whisper.
He says nothing but pulls me into his arms once more, giving me a gentle kiss.
I nestle into his shoulder and lay my head on his chest. I can hear his heart pounding in his chest, and my grin spreads, knowing I am the reason for this reaction.
Just as I am about to drift off to sleep, I feel him tuck a piece of hair behind my ear and whisper softly, "You are the love of my life, Sookie Stackhouse. Words cannot express how amazing tonight was. You are perfect. I love you. Sleep well, my love." I snuggle even closer to his side and plant a soft kiss above his heart and fall asleep in the arms of the man I love.
EPOV
I awake in the morning with a curtain of blonde hair covering my face. Sookie is curled up in a ball, head on my chest and hair splayed out all around her. I am loathe to leave the bed with her in it, but I want to surprise her, as she surprised me the night before.
Last night was more than I could have ever hoped for. I couldn't believe my eyes when I walked into the bedroom to see her lying on the bed in that nightgown that clung to her curves in the most delicious manner.
Making love to Sookie far surpassed any dream I had ever had. She was so beautiful, giving herself to me freely and completely. I hadn't thought it possible to love her more, but I did.
In a strange sense though, I didn't feel any different. I was still myself, and we were still together, still in love. I'm not sure I was expecting anything to feel drastically different, but after twenty-five years of not having sex, I guess a small part of me was anticipating something to change.
I pull the blankets up around her as I slip out of the bed and head to the bathroom to take care of my business. I brush my teeth and pull on a t-shirt and some pants and sneak out of the room as quietly as possible.
Hoping to get back before Sookie wakes up to find me missing, I jog the two blocks to the shop that we frequent often. It's one of those multi-purpose stores with a pharmacy, café and gifts. Sookie and I often stroll down for breakfast when we are too lazy to fix it ourselves.
I know how much she loves the French toast here, so I place an order for that and a couple of coffees. On my way out I grab her a tulip. I always buy her one to mark special occasions, and today is definitely special.
Getting back into the apartment takes some maneuvering so I don't spill the coffee or drop the flower, but I manage to do it. I quietly sneak back into the bedroom and am relieved to find her still fast asleep, just as I left her. Lucky for me, Sookie is a deep sleeper.
I set the coffee and French toast on the nightstand and strip off all my clothing, before sliding into bed behind her. Moving her hair away from her face, I plant a trail of kisses down her slender neck, while my hand reaches around to caress her breast. This certainly wakes sleeping beauty.
Sookie rolls over to face me and the smile that graces her face when she does is enough to send my heart soaring in my chest. She lazily stretches, bringing her body flush against mine. My reaction is immediate.
"Mmm. Hi."
"Hi, yourself. Did you sleep well?"
"Like a rock. And speaking of rocks," she trails off as her hand comes between us to grasp me.
I roll her under me, and just like that, we are at it again.
A bit later, as we are catching our breath, I remember the breakfast and coffee I bought for her.
Chuckling, I reach over to grab it.
"I, uh, brought you some breakfast, but I guess you could say I got a bit distracted."
She laughs right along with me and the sound of it is music to my ears.
"What did you bring me? And when did you get it?"
"I snuck out while you were still sleeping and went to the store a couple blocks away."
Her eyes widen, almost comically, and she starts bouncing where she sits.
"Did you get me French toast?"
Mockingly, I feign failure, before passing her the container with her now cold food. Temperature is obviously not an issue for her, because she digs right in.
I can't stop staring as I watch her demolish the food as though it will disappear if she doesn't hurry up. She offers me the last bite and I happily accept it.
"You are giving me the last bite of your French toast? It must be love," I say as I jokingly swoon and fall to the bed.
"Oh shut up, Eric," She says as she punches my arm.
"Damn Stackhouse, I forgot how hard you hit."
I grab her arm and pull her back down to the mattress tickling her until she begs for mercy. Letting go, I grab the tulip and hand it to her, before she can return the tickle attack.
It certainly stops her in her tracks.
"Eric, it's beautiful. Thank you."
Shaking my head, I pull her to me.
"No, Sookie. Thank you. Last night was everything I could hope for and more."
"Geez, Eric, you're acting like it was your first time or something."
"Sookie, I," the words lodge in my throat.
Her eyes were huge as she realized what I started to say.
"Oh my god, Eric. Were you a virgin? Why didn't you tell me before?"
"Yes, Sookie I was. I'm not sure why I didn't say anything to you about it. I guess it was never that big of a deal for me. In my mind you were always the woman for me, and I guess I was subconsciously holding out for you. I know you weren't a virgin, and I'm ok with that. I'm just really happy that my first time was with the woman I love."
Tears start sliding down her face, and I wipe them away.
"Hey now, none of that. No tears, Sookie."
"I love you so much, Eric. I'm happy I could be your first. It really means a lot to me, to know that you loved me enough to wait for me."
I pull her flush against me and kiss her with everything I have. That is the last of the talking for the morning. We stay in bed for the remainder of the day, and I know without a doubt, that I am falling even more in love with her.
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