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Chapter 20 - Closer
EPOV
"Ugh, Eric, harder," Sookie moaned underneath me.
We were both sweaty and were definitely going to need a shower when we were finished. I ground my hips against her, pushing into her harder than before. I sucked on that spot on her neck and her hips started rising to meet mine.
"I'm so close," she whimpered as her legs wrapped around my waist to pull me even deeper into her.
I reached between us and pinched her clit, and a few seconds later she lost it. She screamed with her release, and the tight squeezes of her pussy milked me of my orgasm as well. I dropped on top of her, breathing hard against her neck.
"I love you so much, baby," I said, and kissed her collarbone.
"I love you too," she panted.
I mustered up the strength to kiss her lips, and then rolled off of her.
"We don't have to get out of bed again tonight, do we?" I asked her.
"I hope not," she said, and stretched. "You just wore me the hell out."
"Yeah," I agreed.
"I hope you'll wear me out again in a little while," she smiled over at me.
"That can probably be arranged," I rolled onto my side so I was facing her.
"I love this," she said. "Just laying in bed with you. I know it can't always be this way, but I love it."
"It is pretty nice," I agreed, and moved to rest my head on her chest. I closed my eyes and smiled at the image there. "You know what? I think I found a way around that threesome thing we talked about."
"How's that?"
"There's two of you," I grinned.
She smiled and said, "You're a genius. I'd totally do me."
I laughed along with her and picked up her hand to kiss her palm.
"Now I'm imagining two of you," she grinned. "It's hot."
"I'm sure it is. You're a little freak sometimes," I teased.
"I've never gotten to let my freak flag fly," she said. "You really brought me out of my shell. I know you won't judge me for the things I like."
"I won't," I agreed. "Anything else you want to do that we haven't?"
"There's lots of things, but we have all the time in the world to try them."
"Name one. I'm curious."
"You kind of have me interested in anal," she said with a blush.
"Really?" I asked and she nodded. "That takes some time to prepare for."
"How do you know?"
"Research," I said.
"You're just a big nerd, aren't you?"
"I don't think that's nerdy. I think that's called being prepared," I told her. "Because if I just rolled you over and tried to do that, you'd be in a lot of pain."
"Well I really don't want that. Is it something you'd be interested in trying with me though?"
"I think it would add a little something interesting to the mix," I said.
"Then you don't think it's gross?"
"No, I don't think it's gross. I mean, as long as you're clean about it, that is, but I don't see you as not being the clean type," I told her.
"You're down there often enough to know how clean I am."
"Yes, I know you're very clean."
"It's you I should worry about," she said with a teasing smile.
"Me? Why me?" I quirked an eyebrow.
"Because one day I hope you'll let me try something on you."
"What's that?"
"I want to put on a strap-on and-"
"Veto!" I said before she could finish.
"You mean you're not into that?" she said, and started giggling.
"Sook, if I don't want to be with another dude with you there, why would I want that?" I pointed out. The thought did absolutely nothing for me.
"Please tell me you know I was fucking with you," she laughed. "I have zero interest in putting anything up your ass."
"Good, because that is definitely an exit only area," I told her.
"So p-spotting is off the menu too, huh?"
"I think that's a safe assumption."
"Damn, cause I was actually interested in that one."
"Why?"
"I've been told it's intense and the best happy a guy ever feels."
"I see."
"Still a no?"
"For now. Maybe someday I'll change my mind," I shrugged.
"That's fine," she smiled. "You want to know one of the other things I want to try?"
"What's that?"
"Sex in public."
"Freak," I smirked. "Or maybe that falls into the dirty girl category."
"Dirty girl. Freak is whips and chains, which I'm not into."
"I don't think an interest in those things makes someone a freak," I said. "But I'm not into that either."
"No it doesn't, but it would make me freaky," she smiled. "I think spankings are as far as that goes. Though I like being tied up."
"You've been tied up before?" I asked, since I couldn't remember if we'd talked about that before.
"Nope, but I like the idea of it."
"So now would be a good time to tell you I have a pair of handcuffs in the closet?" I asked her.
"Why do you have handcuffs?"
"Because you never know when they might come in handy," I smiled at her. "They've never been used, just so you know."
"Then maybe you should go get them," she grinned.
"Seriously?"
"Seriously."
I kissed her stomach and then rolled out of bed to dig out the handcuffs I knew I had in the back of my closet. They'd been a gag gift from a co-worker two years before, and they'd been sitting in my closet, still in their box, since I brought them home. I found what I was looking for, and brought the box back to the bed to hand to Sookie.
"Okay, before we do this, we need rules," she said.
"What kind of rules?" I asked her while she opened the box.
"We need a safe word just in case."
"Okay. Pick a word."
"Stop can mean keep going with you," she smiled. "It needs to be simple though. Any ideas?"
"Ummm... how about Christmas?" I suggested.
"That could work. Easy to remember and shouldn't be shouted out in the middle of sexy times."
"I would hope not," I laughed. "So what other rules?"
"No pain, obviously. At least for now I'd like to see you, so no blindfolding. And if you almost make me come but then not let me more than three times, I will... think of something mean to do back to you."
"That's fair. So then no spanking while you're cuffed?" I asked her just to be sure.
"That would require me to be cuffed in a different position I think."
"Nah," I shook my hand, and when she quirked an eyebrow I pick up her legs and held them up before slapping her ass. "See?"
She grinned and said, "You can totally spank me while I'm cuffed. In fact, that's another of the things I want to try. I think I could probably get off just from you spanking me."
"I told you so," I said, and took the cuffs from her. "So where should I cuff you?"
"What do you think would be best?"
"The headboard is the obvious choice," I jutted my chin toward it. "But there are the posts at the foot of the bed, too. I guess whatever would make you more comfortable."
"Let's try the headboard and see how it feels."
Sookie stretched out and put her arms over her head. I got the cuffs on her and made sure the key for them was easy to reach on the nightstand. I could only imagine how pissed off she would get if I told her I lost the key. Even if I was just joking I was pretty sure I'd be sleeping on the couch for a month.
"How does that feel?" I asked her once the cuffs were secured.
"Not bad," she said, and shifted around a little. "I think I need another pillow. And maybe we should wrap a sock around each of my wrists first. I have a feeling these are going to hurt when we get into it."
"Those are easy fixes," I said, and uncuffed her so we could make all the necessary adjustments. When I got her back in place a few minutes later I asked, "Is that better?"
"Much," she smiled. "Now what?"
"I've got a few ideas," I smirked at her.
"Want to start with kissing me?"
"Maybe," I said, but crawled away from her face.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm not sure yet," I said, trying to figure out where to start, and I knew it was driving her a little nuts that I was taking my time. Sookie and patience weren't exactly symbiotic words.
"I told you where to start."
"But it isn't up to you," I winked at her.
"Oh this is going to be interesting."
"You sassing me?" I tried not to laugh at the expression on her face.
"No, sir," she said.
I figured I had to play my cards right with that or she wouldn't want to do it again. She might not anyway, but if it was a positive experience she would more than likely want to do it again. Truthfully, she looked really hot cuffed to the bed like she was, and so I leaned down and rewarded her with one of those kisses that made her toes curl and her panties wet, if she had been wearing any.
"Now you're getting it," she said when I pulled back.
Yeah, we'd see if she still felt that way when I moved to the foot of the bed and started stroking myself, which was exactly what I did a few moments later.
"You're evil," she said, and squirmed around a little, trying to get some friction between her legs.
"I'm sure you'll figure out a way to get revenge," I said. I could practically see the wheels turning in her head even as the words were coming out of my mouth.
"I will," she said. "You're so fucking hot right now."
"I'd tell you to touch yourself, but..." I trailed off, and she narrowed her eyes at me.
"You touch me," she said. "Please, baby?"
When I started my touching nothing but her leg, Sookie groaned in frustration, but then my hand started moving up further and further. I inched closer to her again, still stroking myself. I touched her lightly and watched her nipples get hard and the goose bumps break out on her skin.
"Open your legs for me, baby," I said, and she slowly parted them for me before bending her knees so her feet were planted on the bed.
I could see how wet she still was from the make-up sex, and having her legs open meant she wasn't getting any of the friction she wanted. I kept inching closer to her until I was between her parted legs. Still, I kept stroking myself. I brushed the head of my cock against her clit, and she groaned as her eyes closed.
"Eyes open, Sookie," I said, and slapped her ass.
"Yes, sir."
I kept rubbing the head of my cock against her clit, and when her hips started to writhe a little bit I pulled back and started stroking myself again. Sookie glared at me, but then moaned when I slid two fingers into her instead.
"Put your legs up in the air and cross your ankles," I told her. The look on her face was priceless.
Sookie lifted her legs and closed her ankles, which I knew would make my fingers feel bigger inside her. Not only that, she would be able to get a little friction on her clit while I fingered her. What I'm sure she wasn't expected was for me to pull my fingers out and move them down to her ass. The way her eyes went wide told me she was taken by surprise.
Just like before I didn't actually penetrate her, just pressed against the opening.
"Like that, baby?" I asked, and pressed a little harder when she didn't answer me right away.
"Yes," she gasped, and the way her legs started to tremble I knew she was either close to coming, or the strength in her legs was giving out.
"You close, Sookie?" I asked her.
"No," she shook her head.
"How are your arms?" I asked since I didn't want her to be in pain.
"Getting a little numb, but it's okay. Keep going," she said.
I moved a little closer to her and pulled her legs so they could rest on my shoulder. She could see my arm moving as I stroked myself but she couldn't actually see my hand moving over my cock, which had to be driving her a little crazy. I'd found out quite a while ago that she got super turned on by watching my jerk off, and I didn't mind doing it for her. Whatever got her motor running was fine with me.
But eventually I knew I was either going to have to finish myself off or start fucking her and I wasn't ready to do either of those things quite yet. I moved closer to the head of the bed, but stayed far enough away that Sookie wouldn't be able to use her mouth on me. I seriously don't know how I got so lucky as to not only find a girlfriend who loved giving head, but was a fucking natural at it the way she was. She had to be if she had only been with two other people.
I bent down and found that spot on her neck that made her whimper and moan, and then stopped stroking myself so I could reach down and rub her clit. I moved my lips around the upper part of her body, kissing and nibbling her skin while my fingers worked her clit, until she was pleading with me to fuck her. Figuring I'd stalled long enough, not to mention my hard-on was starting to hurt, I shifted around again so I was back between her legs and thrust into her just a little bit.
For a dozen or so thrusts I only put an inch or two of my cock into her, and just when she was starting to get a little frustrated, I thrust in the rest of the way. Her eyes went wide and she cried out at being filled like that, but when she demanded I do it again, I couldn't deny her. I pulled almost all the way out and then thrust into her hard and deep.
"Yes!" she cried out, and I heard the cuffs rattle against the headboard.
I repeated the move a couple of times, and then stilled deep inside her while I leaned forward to kiss her. When she started to squirm I reached between us and rubbed her clit until she came.
"Oh fuck!" she shouted, her pussy gripping my cock over and over, and it felt fucking amazing.
"Put your legs back up, baby," I told her, but I had to help her.
Her ankles rested on my shoulders and I started to thrust slowly at first, but quickly picked up speed. She whimpered when I slapped her ass, but the look in her eyes told me she liked it. I turned her lower half she so was resting on her hip, and that gave me better access to her ass. I pressed a finger against her back entrance and she moaned loudly as my thrusts got a little faster. She came again a few minutes later and I put her on her back again.
"Spread your legs nice and wide for me, Sookie," I said, and looked down to watch myself fuck her until I felt like I was going to come.
At the last second I pulled out of her and finished on her stomach. Sookie was pulling hard against her restraints, but I needed a minute to collect myself. She seemed to know that and waited a few minutes before trying to get my attention.
"Eric, I can't feel my arms."
I reached over and got the cuff key from the nightstand to free her arms. As soon as she was released Sookie lowered her arms and I started rubbing them to help get her circulation going again.
"Are you okay?" I asked her.
"I'm not sure what I am," she said. "All I know is I can't feel my bones."
"Awww baby, I'm sorry," I apologized. "We don't have to do that again."
"Don't be, I can't feel them in the good way," she smiled. "We should definitely do that again."
"You sure?" I asked as I kept rubbing her shoulders.
"Definitely," she said. "It was amazing. I'm glad it was with you too, because that took a lot of trust."
I smiled and asked, "Did you have a favorite part?"
"Perhaps."
"Wanna tell me what it was so I know to do it again?"
"It was when you were jerking off and I knew I couldn't help you even if I wanted to. But I also knew that if you really wanted me to help you, you would have. Your pleasure was totally up to you and you were more interested in getting me off first, even when you were being a tease."
"I'm glad you enjoyed that," I said. "Anything you wouldn't want me to do again?"
"Not really. There wasn't anything I outright hated. It would be interesting if we got some sex toys involved next time."
I arched an eyebrow and asked, "What kind of toys?"
"Vibrators," she shrugged.
"Hmmm..." I said, my mind already flooding with possibilities.
"Are you against toys?"
"Not at all. I think they can add to the fun of things," I said, and let go of her arms when Sookie pushed herself to sit up.
"Good," she smiled. "And how would you feel about me tying you up someday?"
"I wouldn't have a problem with that," I told her.
"Good, because I really want to do it to you."
"Oh really?" I smirked, but that wasn't really a big surprise to me.
"Yes, really," she grinned. "The idea of having you at my mercy is really hot."
I laughed, which had her narrowing her eyes at me. "I'm sorry, Sookie, but it's just not that big of a surprise to me."
"Why is that?"
"Because there's a part of you that gets off on control," I said simply. "You like giving blowjobs and there are times when you pin my arms down. It's hot."
"I do?"
"You never noticed?" I quirked an eyebrow again. How did she not notice?
"I knew I liked giving blowjobs, but I didn't realize I pinned your arms down."
"Not all the time, but you've done it a few times."
"And you really like it?"
"I do," I said, and remarkably she blushed a little bit. "Confidence is sexy, and it takes confidence to do something like that."
"I feel like I've been fairly confident with you. More than I've ever been in the past. I'll have to pay attention next time I do that. It's probably really hot."
"It is," I nodded. "How are your arms feeling now?"
"I can feel my hands."
"That's an improvement. I think we could both use a shower," I leaned forward and kissed her. "I'll go start the water."
"Thank you, baby."
"You're welcome," I said, and got up off the bed.
I went to the bathroom and started the shower so the water would warm up a little bit. Sookie came in a minute later and once I saw steam starting to billow up, I pulled the curtain back so she could get in first. I followed behind her and pulled the curtain back into place.
"So I think the next time we play with the handcuffs you should be the boss," I told her while I lathered up my hair.
"I would like that," she smiled. "I hope you'll like it too."
"I'm sure I will."
"I'm really glad you're so open about all this sex stuff."
"Well, if we don't talk about the things we like and the things we don't that's not good, and I don't ever want to do something you don't like. I don't want you to be afraid to tell me you don't like something either, or to tell me that you wish I'd do something more... it's important stuff to talk about," I reasoned, and then rinsed my hair.
"Then in the spirit of being open," she said as she lathered up her own hair. "There is something I wish you'd do more."
"What's that?" I asked, and stepped out of the way so she could rinse off.
"You don't spontaneously jump me anymore."
"I don't?"
"Not really. Not unless it's make-up sex. I remember when I could just be making toast and you'd put me on the counter and fuck me just because."
She was right about that. I had done that more than once.
"I can do that," I told her.
"Are you sure? I mean I know you can kind of only do that if things are happening for you."
"I think you underestimate me," I said, and pushed her against the wall so she was boxed in.
"Sweetie, I love you, but unless you're just planning on going down on me, I'm going to have to say no."
"You've had a rough night," I smiled at her. "But I promise to sneak attack you more often."
"And you also promise to go down on me right now?" she asked with a teasing smile.
"Is that what you want?"
"I do now," she smiled. "And I may have to give you a blow job as a thank you."
"You're too good to me," I said, and leaned down to kiss her.
oOoOoOo
Two days later Sookie and I were standing in a cemetery in New Orleans where Amelia's ashes were being interred with her mother. I had an arm around her shoulders while she silently cried through the small service. Copley wisely kept his distance from us. The majority of the people at the second funeral were Copley's business associates and old friends of Sookie's that I knew she was itching to introduce me to. We had gotten in too late the night before to do much else besides check into our hotel and go to bed.
We had a five hour drive ahead of us to get back to her hometown, but I was looking forward to seeing it. She didn't talk about Bon Temps very often, but when she did her face always lit up a little. I knew she had plenty of bad memories from her childhood, but there were probably even more good ones. I was excited to see her hometown and the places that she talked about with a big smile on her face.
First we would have to get through the funeral, and that was proving to be difficult enough. When the preacher was done saying his prayers and whatnot, Copley invited everyone to a nearby hotel for a luncheon, but I knew Sookie had no intention of going. The last thing she wanted was to sit in a stuffy ballroom with Copley, who had done nothing but insult his daughter for most of her life. I knew it sickened Sookie that he was playing the role of the grieving father when he didn't seem to give a shit about Amelia when she was still alive.
The other mourners started to go their separate ways and I asked Sookie, "What do you want to do?"
"I guess we have to eat," she said. "We can go do that then get on the road if you want."
"It's all up to you. If you don't want to go to the luncheon we don't have to," I told her. I just didn't want her to be miserable any longer than she had to be.
"I don't want to go to that fake ass shit."
"Then let's just go back to the hotel and get checked out," I said, and kissed her forehead. We started walking toward the rental car and I asked, "Was that true what Copley said about Amelia wanting to be a world class ballerina?"
"Not even close. He put her in a ballet class when she was seven and she hated it with a passion."
"So then it also wasn't true that she spoke three languages?"
"She, much like Bruce Willis, spoke only two languages. English and Bad English."
I chuckled and said, "That sounds about right. Was anything Copley said in his eulogy accurate?"
"That Amelia was, in fact, his daughter."
"Hard to believe," I sighed, and opened the car door for her.
"Amelia and I both agreed that she got nothing from her father."
"I don't think that's true," I said. "I think she got her stubbornness and determination from him. She just never aimed at the things he wanted her to."
"That's true," she said.
Sookie got in the car and I went around to the driver's side. Once I was behind the wheel I asked, "Do you want to stop somewhere else for lunch?"
"Yeah, I think I could eat."
"Is there anywhere special we should go?" I asked her as I started the car.
"Actually, there's this place Ames and I used to go. We should go there."
"Just tell me where," I said, and put the car in gear.
Sookie directed me to a restaurant just outside of the French Quarter. We were seated at a table outside. It was as humid in New Orleans as it was in Chicago, which is to say that it was steamy as hell outside. The food was good, though, and I was glad Sookie recommended it. Her spirits seemed to lift a little, and she had nothing but good memories of Amelia to share, which was exactly what she needed after the bullshit at Amelia's other funeral.
"You know, I had imagined us coming down here for a totally different reason."
"Oh yeah? What reason?" I asked her, and finished off the last of my sweet tea.
"A vacation."
"Well, we can come back another time and you can show me everything there is to see down here," I promised her.
"We'll have to do that."
"Where else do you want to go?" I asked her since we had never really talked about the places we wanted to see before we died.
"Europe," she smiled. "There's tons of places in Europe I want to go, but definitely Europe. And Hawaii. I want to see the Grand Canyon. The Pacific Ocean. India. South Africa."
"Well, I've seen the Pacific Ocean," I told her. "And I've been to Hawaii twice. Senior year of high school I drove to the Grand Canyon with a couple of buddies during spring break and we camped at the bottom of it. It was pretty cool."
"Will you take me there someday?"
"Where?" I had named too many places to know which one she was referring to specifically.
"All of them," she laughed.
"Yeah, I think I can do that," I smiled at her.
"What about Europe?"
"I've never been to Europe, but there are places there I'd like to go as well."
"What are they? I'll take you somewhere."
"Oh, Dublin, Prague, Barcelona, London, Berlin... just to name a few," I shrugged.
"I'll take you to them all," she smiled.
"Maybe we should start planning a trip," I suggested. "It might be fun to spend the New Year in one of those cities."
"Somewhere warm," she said.
"We could go to Athens or Italy. It might still be warm there that time of year. We'll have to do some research," I said, and took the bill from our waitress when she brought it over.
"Are you sure it's not too soon for us to take a European vacation together?"
"Why would it be too soon?" I asked as I pulled my debit card from my wallet.
"I don't think it is," she said. "At least it doesn't feel too soon."
"Besides, by the time Christmas rolls around we'll have been together for almost two years. That's the longest I've ever been with someone," I told her, but she already knew that.
"Same here," she smiled. "I'd love to take a trip with you."
"Then we'll look into it," I said.
"I love you."
"I love you too," I said, and handed the bill to the waitress as she passed by us again.
Once we were all paid up we walked around the French Quarter for a bit before going back to our hotel to check out and start the drive up to Bon Temps. I let Sookie drive the first leg of the trip. We figured we'd stop and switch at the halfway point as long as the gas tank held out that long. The scenery was beautiful, and by the time we stopped to gas up the car, Sookie was yawning and ready for a nap.
I drove the rest of the way and was grateful for the GPS in the car or I wouldn't have had a clue where we were going. I woke Sookie when I was pulling off the highway, and her face lit up when she realized how close we were to her hometown.
"I can't wait for you to see where I grew up," she said. "Jason said he went to the house and opened the windows to air it out for us."
"Awesome," I smiled, and turned left at the end of the ramp like the GPS told me to.
"We should go there first to drop off our stuff, then we'll go to Merlotte's."
"Merlotte's?" I glanced over at her, and then made a right turn onto Main Street. I had yet to see a stop light.
"It's the local watering hole," she said. "My friend Sam owns it, and that's likely where my brother and everyone else will be anyway."
"Gotcha. So, does this town have any stop lights?"
"Nope."
"That's insane," I shook my head. "How many people live here?"
"About five hundred."
"Wow," I said, and when I turned onto Hummingbird Lane Sookie started to bounce in her seat.
"I can't believe I haven't been here in over three years."
"When is the last time you were back?" I asked her, and nearly missed the turn for the driveway.
"Amelia and I came back the summer before I met you," she said.
I came to a stop in front of an old white house that had peeling paint and a porch swing hanging in front of the big picture window. The house obviously needed a little work, but I barely had the car in park before Sookie was throwing off her seatbelt and jumping out of the car. I turned the car off and got out to follow her up the front steps.
"So this is home sweet home, huh?" I asked while she unlocked the front door.
"Yes it is," she said, and grabbed my hand to pull me inside with her when she got the door open. "Oh good, Jason took off the dust covers."
I looked around at all the little nicknacks and pictures on the walls. There was a grandfather clock off to the side but it wasn't wound up. One look at the furniture had me convinced I would break it if I wasn't careful how I sat down. Sookie flitted from room to room, checking one thing or the other, and talking a mile a minute about the history of the house. And then we got to her room.
"And this was the room I grew up in," she said after we walked in.
"It's very... girly," I smiled as I looked around at the butterfly wallpaper and the small shrine still on the walls that was dedicated to the boys she'd had a crush on as a teenager.
"I'm a girl, in case you didn't know."
"I think I got a memo on that," I said, and flopped back on her old bed. The springs creaked and there was no way I would be able to sleep on that tiny twin bed with her. "No wonder you were a virgin until college. Your grandmother would have caught you in a heartbeat having sex on this bed."
"It was less about the bed and more about my brother threatening every guy who was interested in me."
"I don't blame him. I don't want any other guys touching you either," I smirked up at her and rested my hands behind my head.
She smiled and climbed on top of me, sitting on my thighs. "You know, you look pretty sexy right now."
"You're just saying that because of all the Jonathan Taylor Thomas porn on your walls," I teased.
"Then you won't be surprised when I yell out Jonathan in about fifteen minutes?"
"Only if you won't be surprised by the spanking you get after it," I said, and grabbed her hips.
"I promise I won't be," she smirked, and rotated her hips a little.
"Well then," I said, and managed to flip us over without tossing her on the floor in the process. "Now you have a better view," I said as ground my hips against hers and kissed her.
"You're so sweet," she giggled, and her hands went to my ass.
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