A/N: So… Here's a little bit more AWWW before we get back down to very serious business.
MINE
I woke up with the sun streaming through the large window in my bedroom and a huge smile on my face. How could I not smile? Eric had given me exactly what I wanted. I hadn't needed to ask for it. Just like everything else he'd given me before, from saving my life, to the soft kisses, to his shirt and even the dances, every single thing had been exactly what I wanted, or needed. I had wanted to stay with him, and he wanted me to stay with him. We kissed, and kissed, and hugged. When we sat skin to skin it had felt intimate, private. It felt good on so many levels, physically and emotionally. It had helped me make my mind up about Eric. He would be my first. He wanted me, I wanted him, and I was tired of holding onto my virginity when I had so obviously found someone who cared about me.
Eric's shirt was under my pillow, so I pulled it out and buried my nose in it. His scent was delectable, and I knew it was his own unique scent because his saliva tasted similar. I got goose bumps remembering our kiss, remembering the way he had looked at me when he took off my shirt, that half-lidded stare that told me he liked what he saw and had made my insides turn mushy in a very good way.
I tried to imagine what it would be like to make love to him, to let him see me completely naked and to see him naked in turn, but I couldn't conjure up the image. All I knew was that now that my decision was made, I felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. The amount of relief was overwhelming. It was silly, really. I knew exactly how easily some women (girls, actually) gave away their virginity. They didn't see it as a gift, but as a burden. I could relate. But I couldn't part with mine. I wanted to "gift" it, as much as I abhorred the term. I wanted to give it to someone who deserved it. My savior and benefactor deserved it, and I felt entitled to take something from him too. I would take his body. He said he wanted to make me his, and I wanted to make him mine. I'd never felt more like a woman until I admitted this desire I had to possess Eric.
I sighed at the same time that I smelled Eric's shirt. I made an effort to get up and join the day. Amelia was already up and was making pancakes, humming something under her breath. I quickly shored my shields, not wanting to know what on God's green earth was making her so chipper.
"Good morning!" I called out grabbing a cup of coffee.
"Very good," she answered. Oh, Lord! "Pam and I are going out tonight, so you'll have the house to yourself with Eric."
Oh, wow! So soon? But I had to remind myself that I had made up my mind. If something happened tonight then it would be because I wanted it to happen. I took a deep breath and steadied my nerves and stopped the butterflies in my stomach from wrecking my breakfast. "I guess we have a few hours to work on the walls, then?"
"Absolutely," she said with all sincerity and handed me a stack of pancakes. I buttered them, poured tons of syrup on them, and ate them with relish before another attack of the butterflies had a chance to extinguish my appetite.
"So… Where are you girls going tonight?" I asked as nonchalantly as I could. Amelia saw right through me but answered anyway.
"We have to go to the base. I have to do a protection spell of the area, but first I have to scout it to see how large it is, what I'm gonna need, how many people it'll take, that sort of thing. Then we're going out to dinner, and then we're spending the night at her house. We kinda have to be quiet with you two here, so we wanted a little bit of space, plus it'll give you guys some space too," she winked.
"Amelia, you're…" I stopped short. "That's not a bad idea," I said. It would definitely take the edge off my nerves if nobody else was in the house. Then I would have only one thing to worry about… the biggest thing. My heart leapt inside my chest and I had to close my eyes. I remembered that Eric was sweet and gentle, so it would stand to reason that making love (his term) would be sweet and gentle too. I took a deep breath and began calming down slowly, enough to be able to finish all of my breakfast and redirect my thoughts to the work at hand.
I worked like a maniac, putting a bit more elbow grease into everything I did. I was glad that the radio was on, though some of the songs had a tendency to make me remember the night before or imagine what could happen tonight.
We stopped working about an hour before sunset, and I disappeared to my room to get ready for a date, even though I wasn't sure what Eric and I would be doing. I wanted to be prepared for anything. I washed my hair, scrubbed my skin completely, leaving absolutely no dead skin (barely any skin at all), shaved my legs and underarms very carefully, and when I was done I dried my hair completely straight. I pulled half of it up and added some curls with Amelia's curling iron. She had come in after I was done in the shower and helped me pick out an outfit. The only nice thing I owned anymore was the brand new red dress that Eric had already seen, but I decided to wear it anyway, adding a bit of lip gloss, doing my eyes, and wearing a pair of heels to go with it. Amelia lent me a pair of small gold hoop earrings and I left my neck bare, even though she offered me a necklace. I was hoping at the very least for some kisses on my neck.
I lowered my shields when I thought it was dark enough outside, and of course I found a void inside the room directly across from mine. The butterflies made a brand new appearance inside my stomach, and my heart picked up the pace. Amelia must have read my expression because she rubbed my arm in a comforting way. I – again – reminded myself that nobody was forcing me, this was my decision, and if Eric wanted us to make tonight our first night, then I wanted it also and there was nothing to stop us from finally enjoying each other on every level.
"I'm going to get ready really quick. Do you need more company or are you going to be okay?" Amelia asked.
"I'll be okay. I'll wait until Eric is downstairs and then join him. Are you girls leaving right away?"
"I think that's the plan," she answered, smirked wiggling her eyebrows, and left. She closed the door to my bedroom and I set back to the task of following Eric's void.
Pacing my bedroom was not keeping my nerves in check, so I sat down on my settee. I put my hands on my knees and took deep breaths. I don't know why I was so nervous. Eric liked me, right? I wasn't putting myself out there just to be rejected. That should have been the only thing to be scared of. Everything else was a good thing. I sat up straight, closed my eyes, and attempted to relax as I followed minds around the house. When I was sure that Amelia's was no longer inside it (and therefore Pam wouldn't be in the house either), I gathered my courage and stepped outside my bedroom.
I knew Eric was in the kitchen, probably drinking a True Blood. When I reached the kitchen, Eric was standing with his back to me. He was wearing a long sleeve dress shirt and khaki slacks. Either he'd read my mind, or we were simply of like minds. I smiled, feeling some of the tension leave me as I thought of something witty to say.
"Great minds think alike," I said and watched as he turned. He was smiling, and his eyes lit up as soon as he saw me. He looked at me from head to toe, and I felt my skin flush in response. I smiled too and couldn't take my eyes off him. He looked so handsome, and the royal blue color of the shirt made his blue eyes stand out all the more.
"Indeed they do," he said and sauntered to me in a very seductive way. I hadn't been prepared for that and immediately had a hard time catching my breath. My smile wavered and I found myself looking down at my feet. When Eric's feet came into view my breath caught. He was very close. He took my chin between his fingers, tilting my head up slowly. When my face was where he wanted it, he let go of my chin to run his fingers over my jaw and down to my neck. His touch was so soft that his fingers felt like feathers. "You look beautiful, Sookie. Did you dress up for me?" he asked with a small smile, one that showed his appreciation.
"Yes," I answered, or mumbled rather.
"I dressed up for you. Do you like it?" he asked and moved back a couple of steps, turned around, and finished with a flourish. I had no choice but to laugh. He laughed with me and most of the tension finally left me.
"Yes I do. You look very handsome," I said, still giggling.
"Good. I would have been very disappointed to see you dressed like that if I had been in jeans and a T-shirt," he said, and pulled out his cell phone. "Here, dear one. Please call your brother and tell him you can meet him tonight at Barksdale…"
"Tonight?" I interrupted. Did it have to be tonight? Eric seemed to read my mind or my disappointed expression.
"Is tomorrow night better?"
"I want to give him another night to cool down," I said. It was sort of true. "He wasn't very happy with the fact that you saved me."
"You mean he wasn't very happy that a vampire saved you," Eric said and frowned in a worried way.
"Jason was scared for me. He doesn't know you. It doesn't matter if you had been vampire or human, the fact that I am with someone he doesn't know has him worried. But he knows I'm with Amelia, so now he just needs to calm down," I said and called Jason. I told him to meet us the next night at Barksdale.
"Sookie, are you really okay?" Jason asked over the phone.
"Jason I am perfect, better than I would have been with Sam. Eric and Pam have been very generous and kept me safe. So tomorrow, please, I ask you to be polite when you meet them. They've been nothing but kind," I said, and didn't mind one bit for Eric to listen in. If he didn't know how I felt about him and Pam, he knew now. I looked up and smiled, and my smile became contagious and passed to him. Jason and I hung up after setting the time for our meeting.
I held out Eric's phone and he got close again, taking it from my hand. This time I was prepared for the closeness and watched as his smile was replaced with that hungry look I was beginning to recognize. His pupils dilated a bit and his fangs began making an appearance. I so wanted to touch them…
Before I could think any more about Eric's fangs, he bent to me to brush my lips with his. It was the only part of our bodies that was touching. I needed more. I reached up to put my hands on his shoulders, and he followed my lead by putting his hands on my waist. They were so large that they almost encircled my whole middle. He brought me close at the same time that he ran his tongue over my lips. In a quick move I caught his tongue with my teeth, bringing it inside my mouth by wrapping my lips around it and sucking. He'd taught me to do that the night before. He moaned into my mouth and I started feeling dizzy and lightheaded. This was so good. This was so very, very good.
He pulled away too quickly and a deep growl escaped from his chest. It certainly didn't sound human, but I had never heard anything so sexy in my life. My insides started turning mushy and a slow ache began making its way south between my legs. I had to clench my muscles to make it stop. Eric just kept looking at me, studying me or something, his growls quieting the longer we stood there. I was almost disappointed to hear them go. I think I must have pouted, though very briefly.
"I do not scare you," he said, still studying me.
I frowned confused. "Why would you scare me?"
He raised an eyebrow, like I'd missed something very important and very obvious. "I growled at you, Sookie." He waited for me to say something. I felt like laughing, but didn't.
"Oh, that. Um… I liked it?" I said, not knowing what else to say. Then I decided to tell him the whole truth because he was looking at me incredulous. "I found it sexy," I said, unable to make my voice come out in a higher volume than a whisper.
"Sexy?" he asked, a smile starting to grace his lips, but his one eyebrow stayed in that incredulous position. I nodded shyly. His fangs were still out, and when he finally smiled completely I could appreciate them properly. They were in the same spot as his canines, so obviously his canines lengthened and retracted as needed.
I moved one of my hands from his shoulder to run my index finger delicately over his fang. I became instantly fascinated. These were the same fangs that had pierced my skin the other night, and it didn't hurt. How had he done that? They were BIG. His tongue darted out to lick my finger, bringing me out of my enthrallment with his teeth. I moved my eyes from his fangs to his eyes and watched his amused expression.
"I've wanted to touch them for a while now," I confessed.
"Have you?" he asked and drew me close. From my new vantage point I could see his fangs lengthen even more until they were well past his bottom lip. I bit my own bottom lip, trying to keep myself from… wait. Why was I holding back?
"I have," I said, feeling suddenly bold. I pulled down on his shoulders, threading my arms behind his neck and bringing him down to me. I kissed one fang, then the other, then kissed him squarely on the mouth. With a quieter growl than before he picked me up and moved us so fast out of the kitchen that I wasn't sure what had happened and needed a few moments to get back my bearings.
Eric had laid me on the couch in the den, one of his legs between mine, both his arms holding me tight against him. He was nuzzling my neck, kissing and nipping at it gently with his teeth. When I realized where we were and what we were doing all I could do was sigh and give him more access. His growl was constant now, almost like the purring of a cat. Of a really large cat.
He brought his lips up to my jaw, kissing his way to my chin. I moved my face so he would kiss my mouth, and he did. The soft kisses became more demanding, and I opened my mouth so he could taste me and I could taste him. This time he captured my tongue, and in my frenzy I grazed it against a fang, breaking the skin. It hurt this time, but all thoughts of crying out in pain were extinguished when I heard Eric moan inside his growl, sucking on my tongue greedily. As he moved his pelvis I realized that he was very much aroused, his hardness pressing and releasing against my upper thigh. When he moved his one leg, his thigh rubbed right into my center, and I moaned too from the pleasure of it all.
Eric stopped sucking on my tongue and pulled away to look at me. I couldn't taste blood on my tongue, and nothing hurt anymore. In the dim light that poured into the den from the kitchen I could barely make out Eric's expression.
"I want to make love, Sookie," he said. His voice had turned sultry and I thought I might faint. How do you answer something like that? I wasn't sure. "Will you be mine, Sookie? Will you be my lover?"
My heart doubled its pace. I could give him what he wanted, but I wanted something too. I had to put on my big girl britches because I'd never asked for this before, but it was important. "I will be yours if you will be mine, Eric," I said and swallowed, wondering how my statement would be received.
He didn't miss a beat. "I am yours, Sookie, to do what you will." Oh, my God in Heaven! He'd said it. He'd said it without looking away and with conviction in his voice.
"Then I am yours," I answered, and stuck a little caveat, "but please be gentle."
"Yes, my lover," he purred and buried his face against my neck again. Now that we had pledged our bodies to each other, I relaxed considerably. He would be gentle, I was sure of it even before I asked for it. I had to be gentle too. I wondered, in his long lifetime, how many lovers had been tender with him and truly made love to him? I didn't want to ask, fearing the number of total lovers would be too high for me to handle, but something told me that they, like him, took what they wanted and didn't give much back. I wasn't an expert, to be sure. I hadn't even dabbled. But I knew that I craved his tender touch, so why wouldn't he crave mine?
My arms had been locked around his neck that whole time. I moved them to caress his face and smooth his hair back. He'd worn it loose and I ran my fingers through it, pulling it to rest on one side of his neck. I caressed the spot on his neck that I claimed with a kiss. I couldn't bite him like he bit me, but I could kiss him and nuzzle him, show him just how much I had liked it when he did it to me.
"Can we go to my room?" he asked, not wanting to take anything for granted. I nodded. I was ready, even if I was still shy. Eric stood up and quickly scooped me up into his arms. He looked down at my surprised face and smiled. I smiled back and held on, staring at his face as he took me up to his room. I was looking at him from the same angle as when he had rescued me.
"You're so beautiful," I blurted out, and made sure to hug him tighter. Maybe he would understand that I meant both inside and out.
Eric stopped in the middle of the stairs and looked down at me. "Sookie you always have the ability to amaze me by the things you say. Or confuse me. Right now I am both."
I giggled. "You're beautiful; handsome in a beautiful way. I don't know how to describe you other than you're amazingly appealing to my eyes," I explained. It was easy to talk to him, and I was finding my voice again. Of course, we weren't in his room yet.
"You are amazingly appealing to my eyes too, and to all my other senses as well," he said, and continued our journey smiling, mostly to himself.
Inside his bedroom he set me down in the middle, and walked away. He had a small stereo on his nightstand, which I'd at first thought it was an alarm clock (but WHY would he need one?), but it turned out to be one of those Bose units I'd seen on TV. He turned it on and a waltz filled the room. He really liked all kinds of music, judging by his collection. The waltz was beautiful, and he soon joined me for a dance around his room. It was so big and so devoid of furniture, that we had plenty of room.
I couldn't stop staring into his eyes, but thankfully he didn't stop looking at me either, although sometimes his eyes drifted from my eyes to my lips, down further to my throat or my cleavage. I felt flattered that he considered me beautiful. I knew what other men thought of me, and my face barely ever registered with most.
Eric brought me close at the end of the song, so that instead of curtsying, we kissed. He reached for my hands and brought them up to his chest, putting them very close to the buttons of his shirt. I knew what he wanted, and with trembling fingers I started undoing the buttons, revealing more and more of his perfect chest. He helped by undoing the buttons at his sleeves and un-tucking the shirt from his pants. When I reached the last button I closed my eyes briefly, gathering my courage again. I had to keep reminding myself that Eric said he was mine. I opened my eyes and ran my hands over his skin and under his shirt, pushing the cloth from his shoulders and letting it fall on the floor.
My God, he was perfect! I'd barely had a chance to really look at him before. Even in my heels he was still a whole head taller than me, so that left me staring at the great expanse of the soft light skin on his chest, sprinkled with dark blond hair, and punctuated by those two pert pink nipples I had seen and admired the night before. They were both standing at attention, still begging for my touch. I couldn't deny them. I brought my hands to rest on his pecs, feeling each nipple nestled into the palms of my hands. I rubbed lightly, enjoying the feeling of having someone that I could touch and be close to.
Eric took my hands gingerly and moved them to the waistband of his pants. That part took a lot of effort, between my trembling hands and my foggy brain. I finally got everything and unzipped him, his pants falling to the floor easily. I tried to keep from staring, but he was clearly still aroused, or aroused again. I couldn't make myself touch him there, but I did help with the removal of his boxers.
Eric naked was a sculpture. Even his erection was beautiful… daunting, yes. I wasn't sure if I was made to accept that size. After all the penises I'd seen inside so many brains, seeing the one that belonged to my lover was… like opening a present and finding that you really love it. The best part of all was that he had made himself vulnerable before me, so now that it was my turn to undress, I didn't feel as scared.
I toed off my heels and let Eric unzip my dress. He had reached behind me, never taking his eyes off mine. Slowly he tugged the dress off my shoulders and let it pool at my waist. He ran his thumbs between the fabric and my skin, pushing the dress the rest of the way down. He took a break from undoing my bra to kiss me, probably seeing that I was getting nervous again. The kiss disarmed me and made me relax enough again. He reached behind me once more to undo the hooks of my bra, and to pull it from my arms. It wouldn't be the first time a man saw me naked, but it was the first time I had allowed it and done it with my consent.
Right away I knew that Eric liked what he saw. When he said, "I'm the luckiest man on Earth," as he stared at my breasts, I took it as a high compliment. I thought he would kiss my lips some more, but he bent all the way to plant soft kisses on my already erect nipples. I couldn't help the soft moan that escaped me at the sensation of his cool lips on my skin. At the same time that he kissed me, he ran his hands between my skin and the waistband of my panties, bending further as he pushed them down my legs. On his way back up he planted a kiss at the junction between my legs. I felt faint for a moment and held on to his back.
"Turn around, dear one," he said in a soft voice which I obeyed. He undid my hair and ran his fingers through it, smoothing it out. With nimble fingers he had it braided and wrapped around itself into a bun in no time. I turned again to watch as he put his hair up too. All thoughts of nervousness or apprehension were replaced with curiosity. He took my hand and I followed him to his bathroom. He started running a bath, which I thought would be pleasant, if unnecessary. "Humor me," he said. Again I wondered if he'd read my thoughts.
Eric stepped inside the tub and helped me in. Once he got settled I sat between his legs, using his chest as a backrest. He pulled my body as close to his as he could, and I felt his hardness against my lower back. It couldn't be helped. I was aroused too, except I had no outward way of showing it. So I relaxed against his chest, understanding completely why this bath was actually the best idea. He turned off the water and we both enjoyed the silence for a few minutes. Eric had circled my upper chest and waist with his arms, and I took the opportunity to caress them.
I felt as his nose made a path from the nape of my neck, to that sensitive spot right under my earlobe. He licked my earlobe and tugged it lightly, which actually tickled and I laughed.
"Are you ticklish there, my lover?" he asked, running his tongue over my earlobe again.
"Only when you touch it too softly," I said, and felt another tickle. "Stop it," I said, with no conviction whatsoever. He chuckled. I was sure he would get me later. Later… I marveled that I was looking forward to more and we hadn't even started, not really.
"Are you ticklish here?" he asked, cupping my breasts and running his thumbs over each nipple. That sent electrical impulses further below, but no tickles.
"No," I said breathless.
"But you like it," he said, kissing my shoulder as my head rolled back against him. My body was telling him exactly how much I liked his touch.
"Yes," I answered anyway trying to catch my breath.
"Only with your consent, Sookie," Eric said, moving one of his hands down my belly and stopping short of my curls, caressing my lower abdomen slowly, waiting for my say so to touch me more intimately.
I took a deep breath. This would be the first time anybody would touch me with a lover's hand. Eric was neither a rapist nor a pervert. I nodded but stiffened. He didn't move his hand, opting instead to plant soft kisses from my shoulder to my neck. I relaxed slowly and felt how he moved his hand slowly, deliberately. I knew exactly where he was going to touch me before he did it.
Eric ran a finger at the junction between my hip and thigh, making me open my legs slightly to allow him access. He cupped my center, moving his hand slowly around and around, not quite touching my little nub of pleasure. It didn't matter. The indirect touch still felt very good, and I caught my breath as my skin erupted in goose bumps. I wanted more, but that wasn't something I was able to ask for. Instead I reached up and behind me, caressing the back of his neck. He twined the fingers of his free hand into the fingers of mine, letting me hold on as he explored me further.
When his fingers parted me and touched the little hard nub, I felt like I would melt right then and there. He rubbed around and around it, never quite touching it, and doing so very gently. I held onto his neck and his hand, needing him to keep me from floating away, needing him to center me. My breathing became fast and shallow, and all I could focus on was the feeling that was beginning to spread from my center and through my whole body. It rose from within me, something primal and new. I cried out in surprise when the new feeling burst through my body. My rational mind told me it had been an orgasm, but my body wasn't keeping up and was trembling against Eric in shock.
"Eric," I finally sighed when I could control my shaking voice.
"Sookie," he said my name, kissing all the parts of my body he could reach, starting with the arm that was still wrapped around his neck. "You were astonishingly beautiful as you climaxed," he said, kissing me some more.
I flushed at the compliment, wondering how on Earth I was supposed to return the favor. I hoped he would teach me. Without a word, Eric picked me up and rotated me inside the water, so that I was now sitting with my legs at either side of his thighs. He crossed his legs under me, which brought me up in height. One quick look between us confirmed that he was still very much in need of satisfaction.
I ran my hand from his shoulder down his chest and and abdomen, and finally touched him. I'd never touched a man before, so of course now I had a permanent flush on my skin of both embarrassment at my lack of experience, and a bit of fear not wanting to hurt him or something. As usual, Eric seemed to understand. He took my hand and guided me, showing me what he liked. I followed his direction, giving him pleasure too. He took my face in his wet hands, making me look up into his eyes as I ran my hand over his length. His breathing picked up too, and he would flash his fangs in time with my hand. When he closed his eyes and let his head fall back, he let out a growl that shook the walls, and then muttered something in a different language.
I felt powerful, fulfilled, accomplished as a lover. We hadn't had any actual sex, but we had already pleasured each other. Eric seemed so grateful for his release that he brought me close to kiss me tenderly. I melted into his embrace, enjoying every second we were together.
"Come, my darling Sookie. The water is getting lukewarm and I don't want you to get cold," Eric said, and stood up with me still wrapped around him, easily holding me against him with one arm. He set me down on the plush rug in front of the bathtub, grabbed a towel, and dried me, exploring every inch of my body. I returned the favor, watching in amazement as he became aroused once more at my touch.
He guided us to the bed, pulling down the comforter and making sure I was centered on the bed. Like the night before, he lay propped on one elbow looking down at me, but unlike the night before his free hand caressed my naked body slowly, starting with my shoulders. He trailed his fingers over my breasts, and immediately I felt my nipples strain with need. Eric bent to lick the closest breast to him, lapping at the side, suckling on my nipple hungrily. His hand was cupping my free breast, running his thumb around and around my areola. I held onto the sheets, unable to stop that sweet ache between my legs, no matter what I did.
Eric let go of my breast to bring his face up and nuzzle my neck lovingly. "I want to taste you," he said. It took me a moment to figure out what he meant, and finally got the meaning when his one hand started making its way down my belly, caressing it and waiting for my permission.
There was only one answer I could give. "I'm yours, Eric," I said, looking into his eyes. He kissed my lips tenderly, and then made a trail of kisses from my chin to my throat, kissing my breasts again, licking a different trail down to my navel and peppering my lower abdomen with kisses. He gently pushed my legs apart, moving his body to settle between them. He kissed my inner thigh, continuing the trail of kisses until he nuzzled my curls, taking a deep breath at my center and letting out a growl that shook my whole body.
My head rolled back and my eyes rolled into my head when I felt his cool tongue make a path through my core. He lapped placidly, tasting me as I moaned my own pleasure and he "mmm'd" his satisfaction.
"Look at me, Sookie. Look at me, my lover," he said with a growl in his voice. I did as he asked, instantly aching at the sight that met my eyes. He smiled, but it wasn't a seductive or mischievous smile. I'd never seen him smile like that before. "You look so beautiful, Sookie," he said and I had to smile too. "You're beautiful everywhere," he said looking down and licking me again.
I felt a small pressure at my entrance, as if he was probing me with a finger. I tensed and he stopped, just petted the entrance softly, over and over. "I won't hurt you, I won't hurt you," he whispered over and over, asking for permission. I took a few deep breaths and willed my body to relax. His finger gained entrance slowly, and he began his attentions again. The sensation was delicious. I felt a second finger join the first, and that hurt a little, but I had expected it. After a minute or so of gentle probing, I relaxed enough to enjoy what Eric was doing to me. As I did a low moan escaped my mouth. Then another. Then another. They were timed with each thrust of his fingers.
The new feeling started making an appearance, making me tremble from the inside out until I couldn't contain it and it burst out of me. I cried out with another magnificent release, hearing Eric's growl as he joined in my little celebration.
I wasn't nearly recovered when I felt Eric's cool body making its way up mine, his soft skin pressed against me. I could feel him between my legs, hard and cool, waiting for me, never taking. Asking.
"I want to be inside you, Sookie. Please let me be inside you," Eric begged. He begged!
"Yes!" I said immediately, unable to stand another moment without him.
He reached between us, guiding his length to my entrance, probing carefully again. I kept my eyes firmly on his face, watching the strain that colored his expression as he tried to hold himself back. He eased inside me slowly, giving me a chance to get used to him.
"Finally!" I said when he was completely inside me. This was it. Eric had taken from me the only thing I had to give him. I was happy to give it to him.
"Am I hurting you?" he asked, concern tingeing his voice. He shifted us so he could put his arms under me and hold me closer. I hugged him too, loving the feel of his body inside me and around me. I finally belonged to someone.
"No," I answered, and it was true. There was some discomfort, but no pain. I told him so and he smiled and kissed me tenderly as he began moving slowly.
He pulled away from our kiss to look at me as he made love to me. I put my hand on his cheek and caressed his back with the other. Like this I could pretend that he loved me, and I could admit that I loved him. After everything he'd done for me, and now to make my first time as a woman so special and loving, I couldn't stop myself from falling in love.
We spent a very long time moving slowly, kissing and caressing, smiling (shyly on my part), touching. His tender penetration eventually gave way to a baser need that we both shared. Nothing was uncomfortable anymore, on the contrary. I wanted him to go faster, to take me. It felt sublime to have him inside me, to know that he was mine. And I was his.
"I want you to do something Sookie," he said, stopping. I was willing to agree to anything to make him move again. I nodded expectantly, not trusting my voice. "I want you to drink blood from me, will you do it?"
I frowned in confusion. "Why? I'm not injured."
"Because it feels good, just for that," he said, waiting for my answer.
I couldn't believe I was about to agree to this. "Okay," I answered, and no sooner did I say it that he bit his wrist and offered it to me. I clamped my lips around the wounds, expecting his blood to taste like blood, but it didn't. It was a bit metallic, but sweet, and it warmed me as I drank.
Eric growled loudly and thrust himself inside me. I moaned with each thrust. It felt so good to have him inside me in more than one way. As I began to feel like that new feeling was about to sweep me away, Eric sank his fangs into my neck, and the moment he pulled my blood into himself I was gone. The pleasure was so intense that I lost control of my limbs and my mouth, as a primal scream tore itself from my throat. I was barely aware that Eric was having his own spectacular moment.
Slowly I came back to myself, with Eric licking at my neck lazily, making soft grumbling sounds of contentment. I sighed loudly, running the tips of my fingers over whatever bit of skin they happened to find on his body.
"You're so good to me, Sookie," he said, kissing the spot he'd been licking. I was taken aback, since I'd barely done anything. He must have been reading my mind again, because he elaborated on his statement. "You let me be your first lover and let me make love to you without being afraid of me."
Afraid of him? I loved him. "You are very good to me too, Eric," I said and meant it wholeheartedly.
The new infusion of his blood inside me allowed me to heal quickly from losing my virginity. We continued to make love all night, pausing for some stretches to talk and enjoy each other's company. When dawn approached he asked me to stay beside him, if I could, to sleep the day with him. I was tired in a good way, and sleepy to the nth degree, so I agreed to remain locked inside his bedroom and sleep the day away. I sent Amelia a message to let her know where I would be, snuggled into Eric's arms, and for the first time in my life felt like I belonged.
TBC
A/N: Ahem! Will anybody give me a quick "uh-oh!"? An "oh, no!" will do.
As y'all know by now I have vacation on the brain. I will try to keep up with the updates, but if y'all don't hear from me… it's because I ran away with a Viking. LOL
P.S.: I stole a line from DAG… Sorry, but it's one of Eric's finest. ;-)