*Gasps* An Update? It's only been a week since the last one.
Lemon Warning: Do not read at work. This is a mother of a chapter, 11,000 words. I just couldn't break up the sex and want to give it to you all at once.
Without further adieu, here is the much awaited joining of Eric and Sookie.
Chapter 25- Lover
Sophie answered the door, flailing her arms wildly around my waist. I had never thought much about having children because marriage to a twenty-six year old virgin seemed more like fantasy than reality, but spending time with Sophie provoked long buried desires of motherhood to rise to the forefront of my mind. Granted, the idea terrified me, mostly because I never had a mother of my own to dote on me, or to praise me when warranted. But I had Gran; she was a better mother than I could have ever hoped for. She showed me love in its every form; she truly taught me how to love and surrounded me with it, cuddling me in her deepest affection. Yes, I had learned much from Gran, and now that it was my time to shine, my turn to show love to those I cared for; I knew that she had equipped me rightly.
"I've missed you sweetheart," I whispered into Sophie's hair as I took her into my arms, embracing her fully.
She looked up at me with eyes as wide as saucers. "Why have you stayed away? It's been like…a million days since I've seen ya," she griped, stamping her little foot on the floor, feigning exasperation.
Instead of correcting her childish antics, I played along, indulging her. "It has been a long time. Let me think…one…two…three…four… Oh my cheesecake, you're right, it's been like four million days. We just have to make up for lost time." My eyes stared at hers with a mischievous sparkle as my hands work their magic, tickling her belly relentlessly. Her childish shrill, cackling with every breath begging me to stop, had me laughing along with her.
"Are you two done? I'd like to say hello to Sookie as well little one," Eric stated as he approached the two of us, his statement clearly directed at Sophie, but his eyes shone with such brilliance as they met mine. He looked scrumptious, good enough to eat, in his black fitted shirt, low-rise dark blue jeans, and a thick silver belt buckle that sat low on his waist drawing my eyes way down south.
Fighting the urge to lick my lips and jump his sexy ass, I coyly said, "Good afternoon Mr. Northman." He padded closer on his extremely large, beautifully shaped bare feet, reminding me of the ole' urban saying, large feet, large…
As Sophie squeezed my hand my brain snapped back to reality after a brief pause, one that had had me drifting into the peaceful wonderland of something truly gracious. I couldn't help the warm blush that spread across my face as my gutter swelling brain finished the final thought, plenty. 'Oh my gracious is it hot in here?' I thought as I made a strangled motion to casually fan myself with my free hand.
Attempting to redirect my thoughts, I made thw rather huge mistake of meeting Eric's eyes only to discover the rather smug expression written all over the plains of his face. I had only been in the house for five minutes; I hadn't even made it passed the front door and my body was already melting, as sweat dripped from every seen, and unseen crevice.
It was going to be a long afternoon. I was already wickedly perspiring, horny as hell, dreaming about the gracious plenty at every turn, and Sophie wasn't leaving for her sleepover for another three hours. The worst part was my boyfriend, the man that I loved, found amusement in my discomfort.
Sophie, taking that exact moment to cut through the tension, said, "Come on Sookie, let's play Monopoly." And just like that I was dragged from an awkward situation, of my own making, into the living room. I was barely even given enough time to throw my bag into the corner before Sophie had her favorite game pulled out and was setting it up.
Eric strolled in, quite enjoying the evident sexual tension. I silently vowed that for the next three hours I would focus all my energy on Sophie and not think about the much anticipated events of much later. Sophie didn't need to further her education with a crash course in sex-ed, so I would keep my contact with Eric to a minimum. Frankly, Pam had gotten me so worked up with all her 'you look fuckable' jabs, that I needed to take my pent up feelings down a notch or two anyways.
So without looking at Eric, and paying him no mind, I curled up on the rug next to Sophie and helped her set up Monopoly.
The three hours of, 'Operation: Ignore Eric', went by painfully slow. He was clearly taunting me with his sexy eyebrow waggles; I tried my damnedest not to catch his eye. Those aqua blue pools could make me lose all sense of rational thought, causing me to literally drown in their erotic depths, leaving me feeling overwhelmed with only a glance. At first I had thought that I was surely losing my mind, for how could one man have such an effect on my body without even touching me? Weeding out all the impossibilities, I figured out the only probability; I was head over heels in love with him and my mind, my soul, and my entire body, desired him in a way that I had never desired a man before. If we had been having sex, I would have called myself an addict, addicted to the very essence of Eric Northman, but because that fantasy had not become a reality as of yet, I could only conclude that my body had lost its fight to hold on to my maidenhead. Yes, I was ready to give it up, and I was ready to give it all to Eric.
So needless to say, when Sophie's ride finally came and she safely sped away from the house, my nervousness melted away and my arms gravitated around Eric's waist like the gravitation pull to the Earth, something absolutely necessary for survival and definitely welcoming.
My lips sought his with an unquenched burning desire, like a thirsty man that had been walking in the desert for days on end without water, seeking relief. This was our time and I planned on savoring each and every moment that we had together. Nibbling on his lips, biting a little with my teeth, I explored the unchartered depths of each sensation, basking in the warmth that spread throughout my body as his tongue met mine. I knew in that moment, that excruciating but most exquisite moment, that I planned on spending the rest of my life with him; he was my forever.
My one hand traveled down his sculpted arms, feeling his massive muscles that so gently held my body to his, while my other hand tangled itself in the silky strands of his long blond, flowing hair. Eric's lips, so soft and succulent, cradled mine gently as if they were made of blown glass easily broken, while mine attacked his with a vengeance as they sought relief from the sexual repression of my long and celibate twenty-six years of life.
As my body endeavored to find its relief, my lungs were desperately seeking oxygen and I had to break the hold his lips had on mine. I refused to remove my lips from his heated flesh as my tongue found respite in the valley of his neck, sucking a little while drawing in some much needed air, but still refusing to break any form of contact.
"Sookie," he breathed as one hand caressed my face, forcing my lips from his skin, cupping my chin in the palm of his hand.
"Mmmm," I moaned as I lifted my gaze to his, rolling my chin in his palm to kiss the inside of his hand without breaking eye contact.
His face looked pained for a brief second as he audibly gulped, breaking the deafening silence between us. Continuing to nuzzle my lips heatedly along the smooth, fleshly area upon his palm, I waited for him to speak.
He swallowed several more times and I watched his Adam's apple bob, giving me a feeling of empowerment, knowing that I had affected him so greatly.
"Sookie, as much as I want to continue…as much as I desire to…make you mine, we have all night and I just don't want to rush things with you. I want to savor you and worship every inch of you, but first I want to spend a relaxing evening just getting reacquainted with you." He leaned in slowly, gently capturing my lips in a soft, sweet kiss. Pulling back he took my hand in his and led me over to the couch.
Watching him pop Pride and Prejudice into the DVD player, a romantic movie starring Keira Knightley, and busy himself in the kitchen making popcorn and pouring champagne, I couldn't help but notcie a warm fuzzy feeling inside myself.
At first I was a bit 'put out' that he would stop our make-out session just as I had gotten up enough courage to give into my fleshly desires. But, as I watched him bustle around, clearly having planned some semblance of an evening with me, my tiny bit of that built up resentment began to melt away, and was replaced with an astounding amount of awe.
Eric and I had never been on a real date. Sure, we saw each other on a regular basis, what with working and eating our meals together often. We honestly spent a lot of time together and I even ate dinner with him and Sophie at the house quite often, but going on an actual date date? That was something that we just hadn't done. My heart ached, in a good way, as if filled with the love I felt for this man, and I appreciated the forethought that he had put into tonight. He didn't view tonight as the night for us to have sex for the first time; no, he viewed tonight as an opportunity to get to know me, and draw closer to the one that he wanted to be with. Hell, my eyes even misted a bit as he handed me a champagne flute, setting the chilled bottle in a fancy crystal ice bucket next to the sofa.
"To us, and to the hope that we may have endless nights such as this one in our future," he toasted me, clinking my glass with his. Amen, I thought as the mist in my eyes turned into dew and a traitor tear started to roll slowly down my face. Quickly, hoping that he wouldn't notice, I wiped it away with the back of my hand.
"To us," I repeated, unable to say anymore as my voice was in grave jeopardy of cracking over the surreal emotion that I felt.
We each took a sip of our individual flutes. Eric extended his arm, inviting me to cuddle within the confines of the safety of his embrace. Leaning into him, he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me tightly to his chest. He pressed play on the DVD remoteas I settled into his comforting arms.
The movie, which I had seen many times before, still struck me with the same emotions as though I was watching it for the first time.
When Darcy chased Elizabeth from the church in the pouring rain only to meet up, sheltered only by a pillared structure, my heart still lurched, hoping that Elizabeth's words would change, that she'd forgive Darcy and let him explain his faults. His words, which Eric whispered softly into my ear, were:
I have struggled in vain and can bear it no longer.
These past months have been a torment.
I came to Rosing's only to see you.
I have fought against my better judgment, my family's expectation, the inferiority of your birth, my rank.
I will put them aside and ask you to end my agony.
I love you.
Most ardently.
Please do me the honour of accepting my hand.
The excruciating pain and agony that Darcy had put himself through for loving her was evident on his face and caused silent tears to roll down my cheeks. Darcy clearly struggled and fought against his love, only to lose the battle, but in the end, he conquered the war. As with all happy endings, he won his Elizabeth against all odds and any real or perceived family opposition. I just hoped that the love that I had for my Eric, to whom I loved most ardently, would end just as happily. I looked at my soon to be lover with all the love that I had. Everything he did warmed me to him, even his sweet mumblings of Darcy's famous words. I was so lucky, for how many women could say that their men even knew who Darcy was, and here I had a man who knew his lines word for word.
As the ending credits rolled, I grabbed my tote bag, and excused myself to find the restroom. Splashing some cold water on my face, I tried to tame the rising panic that I felt. Eric had apparently planned a romantic night for us, relieving me of any control. For a minute I contemplated calling Pam to see if she had any advice on how I should proceed. Quickly I discarded that idea because I didn't want to give her anymore teasing fuel to my already blazing fire. I could hear her now, Why are you calling? Is it because you can't figure out where his dick goes? Pam was definitely out and I was on my own.
I didn't like unknowns and had always been organized, scheduling everything in my life, but could this really be planned?
Hearing my own convoluted thoughts, I let out a sharp chuckle while examining myself in the mirror. How does one schedule and prepare for sex? Something that was supposed to come naturally and instinctually, almost as easy as breathing, was giving me a panic attack. Only me, Sookie Stackhouse, virgin extraordinaire, would try to plan out each caress, every touch, and time every thrust perfectly. How many crazy people scoured the bottom of their purses in the hopes of finding a Klonopin in order to survive the act of having sex? Well, that was exactly what I found myself doing.
Certain things triggered my panic attacks; the ones that stemmed from my childhood memories that I sorely wished would go away and not haunt me any longer. Anytime I had to relinquish control of my body in any way, my mind would spin wildly out of control, bringing on the beginnings of an attack. Trying to calm myself down without the soothing effects of the prescription drug, I took a washcloth from the linen closet, wet it with cold water and applied it to my neck. Sitting on the toilet seat I bent my head between my knees, slowing inhaling and exhaling each breath.
Meditatively I imagined myself down by the beach, the sand fondling my skin, warming me in the sunlight, and the sound of the waves crashing against the shoreline brought me comfort. My mind conjured up a musical interlude; the sounds of piano keys that were tickled in such a way that they mimicked the soft current of the ocean waves, consumed my panic and lifted my spirit, soothing my aching pains like a much needed massage.
Inhale deeply.
Exhale slowing.
As I lifted my head, my heartbeat having slowed to a normal pace, I found that the musical sounds were not of my own making, but that of a skilled and talented musician. Eric, with his tranquil selection, lulled my body into an unburdened sense of peace. Even unconsciously he was the night to my day, the perfect balance of his yin to my yang, calming my nerves with his soothing tones. All my anxiety melted away, and in almost a hypnotic way, I open to door waltzing and swaying to the music as it gently drew me to him.
The sounds carried me to the music room where he sat stoking the keys of a Grand Piano. His talented fingers barely grazed the magnificent instrument, seemingly dancing over the keys with such grace. He was mesmerizing as the muscles on his back flexed, defining each muscular plain with precision and I couldn't take my eyes off of his form. His body swayed captivatingly like the wind commanding the tress on a breezy night. My feet moved towards him of their own accord, seeking shelter as the music wrapped me in a blanket, providing security from the outside world.
He didn't stop his harmonious musical tale, but slid over on the bench to allow me to take pleasure sitting closely next to him. He played for a few more moments as I swayed to the harmonies with my eyes closed, reveling in the quiet respite that his song provided, giving me a much needed refreshment for my parched soul. The music came to an end in a somber tone and my spirit sank along with it, never wanting such a beautiful melody to end.
"That was beautiful; I've never heard its equal," I whispered. Turning my face to his, I tenderly touched my lips to his shoulder and I wrapped my arms around him, swallowing him in my embrace. He gripped my hand in his and we sat there for several moments, just holding one another.
"Dance with me," I whispered.
He took my hands in his, kissing them, before he led me into the open space of the room. The music room was also part dance studio, having a ballet bar and mirrors all around for Sophie to practice her dancing.
After selecting a pre-programmed selection on the stereo, he led me to the center of the floor, grasping one of my hands while placing his other hand securely on my waist. We waltzed to the music, me following his lead for I had never danced that way before. He was an excellent dancer, gliding me across the floor as if we were floating on the clouds or were merely walking on air.
When the melodic rhythm came to an end Eric pulled me tightly into his safe arms, holding me against his long, lean body. Tilting my head back slightly, I tenderly kissed the base of his neck, and let my lips linger against his warm skin.
With my lips still caressing his throat, I whispered softly to him, "I want to dance for you." My warm breath upon his bare neck caused him to shiver, though maybe it was the thought of me dancing only for his eyes that caused him to tremble. Pulling back slightly I said, "I have prepared a little something for you, just give me a moment to freshen up." Reluctantly he let me go, still grasping my fingers as I pulled away from him which caused me to look in his direction, only to see the chaotic storm of emotions swirling in his hooded eyes. After our gazes locked he shyly smiled, bringing my hands to his lips and gently kissing each of my fingers.
"I'll be waiting…right here," he breathed into my hand as he gently released it, letting me go. Juliet had it right, 'parting is such sweet sorrow', I thought as my hand dropped from his. As I turned to leave I could feel the undeniable ache that centered in the depths of my heart, but a smiled remained upon my lips because I knew that our imminent joining would be so sweet.
Once I was back in to the restroom, I stripped off my dress and replaced it with the sweet, country farmer's daughter outfit. After applying a little more lip gloss and pinching my cheeks to make them nice and rosy, I twirled my two ringlet ponytails around my fingers. I quickly dug through my tote and took out the red cowboy boots that complemented my daisy duke-style blue jean shorts and my red checkered top with puffy sleeves that exposed my entire midriff. Fixing the blue and red ribbons in my hair, I gazed into the mirror in satisfaction and chuckled to myself. I thought that I looked like I belonged on a countrified Fourth of July parade float waving to the crowd. If my sweet, innocent, 'girl next door' outfit didn't get his goat, I didn't know what would.
Fishing through my bag once again, I withdrew the iPod that Pam had prefilled with selected songs and found the one that I wanted.
I needed to psych myself up a bit more, so I gazed at myself in the mirror for a pre-sex pep talk. "This is the man you love, Sookie. There is nothing to be afraid of. Now go on out there and have a good time."
Why was it that in front of a room filled with strangers I had no trouble relieving myself of my clothes, but with Eric, the man who held my heart in the palm of his hand, I was having anxiety attacks? The only reason that made sense was that I didn't care what a dark room filled with strangers thought of me, but I cared deeply how Eric perceived me. I wasn't so much worried about my body because Eric had seen all of me before; no, I was worried about not pleasing him, about failing when it came to the actual act.
I know, I know, anyone would tell me that Eric would have absolutely no trouble getting off while he squeezed himself in between my tight thighs, but still my own insecurities, my own ability to never belong anywhere clouded my judgment.
Taking another deep breath, I steeled my resolve; I knew that I loved this man and I deserved happiness with him. Opening the bathroom door with the iPod clutched tightly in my hand, I walked slowly, gaining confidence with each step as I moved closer to my destiny; my Eric.
I peeked my head into the room and I saw that Eric was still sitting on the piano bench fiddling with the ivory keys. He stroked them gently, almost in the same way that he lovingly caressed me.
"Close your eyes; don't peek. I have a surprise for you," I stated, hiding myself behind the door, making sure that he couldn't see me.
With a smirk on his face, he opened one eye and said, "Ok, I'm ready."
"Cheater," I laughed gleefully, and if I had been standing closer I would have swatted his not so funny ass. "Really, don't ruin it. I want to surprise you."
"I promise I won't look," he stated seriously, closing both eyes. When I was completely satisfied that he wasn't looking, I quietly entered the room on my tiptoes so the heels of my red cowboy boots wouldn't give anything away. Sauntering over to the iPod dock, I connected it and selected the song that I wanted. I hit play and positioned myself in the middle of the room with my thumbs on my hips, waiting for the song to start.
I loved the beginning of Love Is Strange because it sounded like cowbells clanging in the background, giving me the country girl-esque theme that I so desired. As the music began to play, Eric opened his eyes, getting treated with the view of me swaying my hips and rubbing my hands up and down my body. In about three seconds I went from the virginal farmer's daughter to naught girl as my own hands found their delight, one seeking refuge between my amply spread thighs, and the other finding relief, petting my firm, but very voluptuous breasts.
Love,
Love is strange,
Lots of people,
Take it for a game.
Once you get it,
You never want to quit.
After you've had it,
You're in an awful fix.
Lifting my eyes to Eric's at the sound of his primal growl, I continued my strokes, brushing my hands tenderly over my sensitive areas. He had moved from sitting on the bench to standing, looming over me with piercingly hungry eyes, like he was ready to devour me whole. His starved, needy look surged my confidence as I strutted towards him. Placing my hand on the center of his chest, I pushed with all my might, giving him a definite indication that I wanted him seated.
Moaning loudly I groped my body, feeling every curve and crevice as I fondled my way up my long lean legs, over my shapely hips, along the contours of my belly, and finally resting below my plentiful bosom, propping them on display directly at eyelevel to my salivating man. As Eric licked his lips dampening them with his own glorious taste, a muted whimper escaped me as my erect bosom stood only mere inches from his face, craving attention from the magical powers of his very capable tongue.
Shifting my position, I shimmied my body down, bending at the knees and pivoting on the balls of my feet. Clutching his shoulders firmly I repeated my low dip to the floor as I moved closer to him, spreading my stance wider to accommodate myself, straddling his legs.
I widened my knees as I dipped even lower, shaking my ass up and down as I sunk myself into a squat, my core hovering over the growing bulge that stretched the material of his pants. With my chest pushed forward, I brushed my saluting nipples over the muscular plains of his chest. Throwing my head back, I allowed him to see the graceful lines of my sculpted neck as I gently grazed my flesh from my chin to my bosom with my fingertips.
Straightening up, I locked my eyes with his. Staring into his blazing orbs sent molten heat to my very core, causing an ache that screamed to be soothed. In one fluid motion I changed positions, flipping my body around so my pelvis, tilting back and forth, found comfort rubbing against his sturdy frame. Lowering myself down painfully slow I allowed our heated groins to meet briefly, sending a fresh wave of warmth to my own increasingly flowing honey.
Threading my fingers through my hair, I sexily lifted it up giving him full access to my neck. I brought myself down, once again connecting my bottom with his own fire that was building in his pants.
A low growl emanated from his chest, sending shockwaves of vibrations through me. Just as I was about to change my position his hands gripped my hips, rolling them back and forth, massaging my back side into his hardened length. His lips attacked my bare neck with a ferocious need, like the taste of my flush skin was imperative to his very survival. His hands gripped me, rhythmically kneading my heated flesh, causing me to melt like putty in his capable hands.
Titling my head back, I rested it on his shoulder as I reveled in the raw sensations that only Eric with his magical fingers could provide me. His teeth and talented tongue hungrily grazed my ear, nibbling sensuously at the lobe, before they moved further down my neck and teased my vein. Moaning, I rolled my head to the side capturing his lips with mine.
His lips were soft and sensual, but explicitly commanding in their intended need. Our tongues joined in a tantalizingly erotic dance, finding a perfect rhythm, a balance to appease our fueled desires. Without breaking our kiss, I swung my body around, bending it in such a way so as to not interrupt our charged sexual passion. Straddling his thighs, I rocked my body in time with the clanging bells in the song, oscillating my hips in a circular motion that created the most spectacular sensation.
Eric seized my thighs roughly, coupling his engorged wand with my magical haven, in a move that ignited white crystallized fairy lights to flash in my sight and tumbled my already lust-clouded senses further down into the blissful moment.
Eric seemed to shake himself, and at first I thought he was trembling under my touch, but after a few seconds, he mumbled into my lips, "Sookie, not like this."
I was confused; not like what exactly? Didn't our mutually fueled lust prove that we had a passion for one another? I was done waiting, damn it! Holding my tongue, not wanting to ruin the moment with a smart retort, I pulled back from his lips, waiting patiently for him to continue.
"As much as I want to continue this, as much as I need to have to right now, we need to slow down. You deserve to be made love to. Sookie, I want to make love to you for our first time and not just fuck you," he panted, his eyes still simmering with a molten fire, waiting to explode. I could tell by the tenseness of his muscles and the heat in his eyes that it had taken everything for him to stop.
His eyes locked with mine and I requested in a sure voice, without even a breath of thought, "Make love to me Eric."
No other words or expressions were needed. He stood from the piano bench and lifted me up, my legs clasped firmly behind his back, and carried me to the bedroom. He gingerly laid me down on the bed, cradling me as if I were the most treasured and sought after precious gem. Extracting himself from me, he unwound my arms from around his neck, so he could leave the bed.
"Where are you going?" I wondered as he lifted himself off the bed, leaving me horny and unsatisfied.
"To light the candles," he said, holding a lighter in his hand as he motioned to the candles stationed around the room. Briefly perusing the room, I saw dozens of candles on every surface placed around the room; some small, only able to give off a flicker of light, and others much more grand, holding several wicks in the center. The sentiment was thoughtful and sweet, but right now my body felt like a lighted torch colliding with a cup of gasoline on the very edge of exploding. He could light all the candles he wanted later, much later, after the fires in my body were quenched.
"Not right now…later. You can light them later," I responded with hooded eyes, beckoning to him with a curl of my finger as I lay down upon the bed with my knees bent and my arms propping my upper half up. The lighter hit the floor, and was by my side, only this time he took his time to worship my body. He hovered over me, letting none of his body weight relax onto me, kissing me languidly, ghosting his lips over mine as if the heat from moments ago was forgotten. My body responded immediately because my heated core hadn't forgotten anything, in fact it remembered exactly what his talented mouth and hands were capable of.
My lips were insistent, tempting him to pick up the pace, but his decisiveness would not allow him to break his momentum. His tempered tongue swirled against mine like the soft waves in low tide; brushing hesitantly and cautiously playing with mine. His fingers settled upon my neck, stroking the silky stray strands of hair that laid dormant there. Slowly, almost to the point of painful anticipation, he glided his hands down through the valley between my breasts, and to the hem of my shirt where he leisurely flicked it open one button at time.
My mind could not fathom his supine pace, for most of our previous make out sessions had been more about taking ourselves to the cusp of discovery, hurrying to take our pleasure before time ran out. But now, with unlimited time on our side, he relished in our mutual pleasure, slowly memorizing every inch of my flesh.
Finally relieving me of my blouse, he coaxed me forwards, almost in a sitting position as he unclasped my bra, discarding it haphazardly to the other side of the room. Laying me back down onto the bed once more, his talented tongue began an oral exploration all its own, probing each niche as if searching for the last drop of water on Earth. He moved deliberately, whirling his tongue in long languorous circles down my neck, and finally taken up residence on my bosom. His torpid pace was driving me wild, as my breathing hitched, transforming into short pants, making me crave more.
His tongue swept across my breast, tasting only the fleshy area rather than the pert nipple which stood at attention waiting impatiently for his touch.
"Eric, you're driving me wild," I panted, gripping his head, placing it where I needed him to be.
"What is it you want baby? Talk to me; tell me," he encouraged as he grazed his teeth over my plump, pillowy flesh.
"Touch me Eric," I moaned, tightening my grip upon his head.
"I am my sweet," he replied, smiling deviously into my bosom as he rested his tongue between the mountainous valley.
"Take me in your mouth; lick…and bite my nipples," I gasped; the time for intermission was over and I was ready for the next act.
"As you wish," he mouthed, engulfing his lips around my rose buds, nibbling slightly as he maneuvered his tongue, spreading an agonizing warmth all the way to my toes. His fingers pinched and pulled my other breast; he gave each rapt attention as he devoured me whole.
Not being as lost in the moment as I was, moved his free hand to work the buttons on my shorts, bringing us one step closer to what I craved.
I racked my nails down his back, and pulled at the hem of his shirt, inspired by his pleasurable sounds. In a flash, he relieved himself of the article without breaking stride in his strokes.
His brawny back, which was smooth and hard as a finely polished stone, beckoned for my touch. I groaned, feeling his muscular plains which contorted, flexing and engaging, under my very fingers. My hands felt their way down his back, settling in the dip just above his delicious derrière. My favorite part, his bottom, called to me, begging for attention like a silent siren drawing in its prey. My hands kneaded his asset lustily, squeezing and burying my fingers into his toned flesh.
Eric had subsequently remove and thrown my daisy dukes, sending them sailing to only god knows where, but I didn't care. He lowered himself down my body, taking his delectable ass with him, causing me to pout. My pouting didn't last long as my eyes widened and I gasped in surprise when he nuzzled his nose in between my thighs, literally inhaling my sex. My head began to spin watching the highly erotic display. Finally, Eric widened my legs and purged his tongue into my golden treasure trove.
The loss of my favorite part of his body was long forgotten as my hands threaded into his hair holding him in that position.
He licked, sucked, and swirled his tongue, giving my pearl his undivided attention, polishing it, creating an untold luster. My hips lifted from the bed sheets of their own accord, attempting to meet him halfway, but he reached up and stilled my hips with his left arm, firmly holding me in place.
My belly muscles clenched along with my teeth and I knew the glories of heaven awaited me. A tingling thrill coursed through my body, beginning at my toes and moving north, all the way to my head. Eric quickened his pace, feeling the wondrous tightening in my body, and began licking me with wild abandon. He brought me to completion with one final nibble, holding me tightly as I quaked from the tremors he had incited within me.
With my form still trembling, he stalked up my body, capturing my lips with his and allowing me to taste myself on his tongue. My hands found their own prize as I flicked open the button of his jeans, inching my way closer to his cocked, ready to fire, loaded gun. With one hand I massaged him through the layers of material still separating us; with my other hand, I felt the length of him and pulled at his pants.
Eric received the message loud and clear as he stood up and shed himself out of his tight blue jeans. He made a motion to move towards the bed and I couldn't help but stop him.
"Wait," I commanded, holding my hand out to him. A look of utter confusion crossed his face as he tried to hide the hurt that lay beneath the surface. Quickly, before the hurt could take hold, I continued, "I want to see you, all of you."
The look of worry was instantly gone, and was replaced with a saucy smile that turned up the corner of his lips. He posed for me, not as the glorious stripper that he was, but as my Eric, the man that I loved both body and soul.
He placed one foot on the bed, his jewels dangling in a parade-like fashion as he salaciously ran one hand down his chest lightly grazing his taut tipples. The other hand slowly moved down his hip and traced the scrumptious 'V' leading directly to his massively towering Big Ben. He swirled one hand over the head, coating his shaft with the beads of moisture seeping from his tumescent tip. He was a picture of beauty; stronger than a mighty Viking god and more defined than the most exaggerated robust statue, and he was all mine.
I crawled to meet him on all fours; the thought of tasting him had me licking my lips. I allowing my luscious bosoms to hang free, heavily swinging from side to side with each sway of my hips. Upon reaching the foot he still had planted on the bed, I slid my hand up his leg and fondled my way up to his thigh. His body jerked at the lightest touch of my lips as I planned to tease him as he had done to me.
"What is it you want Eric? Tell me?" I taunted as I brushed my lips against his inner thigh, slowly pulsing them higher with every word I whispered.
"Gods, Sookie. Take me in your mouth," he commanded huskily.
"As you wish," I repeated his earlier phrase as I looked directly into his eyes, swirling my tongue over the tip of his member. Licking up and down his shaft, I reveled in the feeling of him quivering beneath me as his body rocked like a tree bending to the will of a torrent hurricane. Pleasing noises came from him, noises that spurred me to increase the depth of my strokes. Looking up into his eyes I slowly took him in my mouth, inch by incredible inch, hollowing out my cheeks to create a far more pleasing amount of suction.
He hands found the strands of my hair as mine found his mouthwatering firm bottom, and we strummed to a cord of our own making, pushing and prodding forward and back.
Eric was a gentle lover, never forcing more than I could take. To show my appreciation, I tilted my head back and swallowed, taking him deeper than I ever had before. The succulent, loud sounds of his obvious appreciation could probably be heard by the neighbors as I picked up my pace, pulling out, pushing in, and then swallowing, submerging him further inside of my mouth and into my throat.
His firm bottom tensed just as I felt the tightening in his gracious lance His warm cream spill into my mouth as I swirled my tongue around his length and lapped up every flowing drop.
Eric captured my chin and lifted me to his mouth for an earth shattering kiss, surely tasting his own juices there.
"That was incredible Sookie. You are incredible," he whispered to me, peppering kisses on each of my eyelids.
He stroked my ego a bit, giving me confidence as I saucily smiled. My mind took this moment to break out in song, tell me more, tell me more, did you get very far?, as I felt like bursting over the amount of pleasure I was able to give to him.
But before I could even mentally recite the next line in Grease, he pushed me back onto the bed and crawled up my body, with hungry eyes like I was a deliciously juicy piece of meat.
My hands found his now softened member as I gingerly gripped him, and began pumping him gently back to his graciously erect state. His hand located the paradise hidden within the security of my folds, prodding me for my readiness. His other hand kindled my flames as he rolled my nipple between his fingers, stoking my wanton fire.
My legs shifted to cradle his thighs between mine, and for the first time in my virginal life, I felt the tip of his member poking my entrance. Eric rolled his hips, taunting my folds, giving me a taste of the pleasure that was to come.
"Are you sure Sookie?" he asked with a gleam in his eye. For the love of God, was he joking?
"Eric trust me, I am more than sure; I have twenty-six years of orgasms to make up for. We better get busy."
"As you wish," he complied as he inched his length into my center.
The initial sensation made me gasp as he stretched me to a point that I thought I would tear, but with each gently measured push he gave me time to adjust to the new feeling of fullness.
"Are you alright?" he asked. I saw the strain clearly on his face as he tried to hold himself back, knowing that his tenderness was for my benefit.
"Yes, keep going," I encouraged, wrapping my legs instinctively around his waist drawing him closer.
"This may hurt Sookie, just breath. The pain will be over soon," he warned affectionately. I nodded my understanding as I felt him inch even further into my tight opening. With a final push I felt my maidenhead tear, and a sharp burst of pain shot through my body, causing my eyes to dampen. Eric kissed away my tears, shushing me, comforting me like I was a crying infant needing to be coddled.
"I'm alright, please keep moving," I urged, seeing a look of worry and apprehension upon his face.
"It'll start to feel good, I promise," he stated, kissing my lips passionately as he painstakingly propelled himself deeper inside of me.
My insides felt like I was an over-expanded balloon, ready to pop, as Eric wiggled himself all the way in. He settled deep inside me, giving me yet another moment to adjust to his massive size, but I could feel his need, causing his body to tremble. I slowly rotated my hips to show him that I was ready for him to continue.
He took my cues magnanimously as he started a slow, steady rhythm, intent on making my first time a tender, sweet and loving experience.
After a minute or two the pain that I initially felt dissipated and a new, more pleasant sensation emerged. Wanting to explore this new feeling, I instinctually matched his tempo, and gauging his reaction, I picked up the pace. The rubbing of his shaft against my coated, tight walls sent me an array of tingling shocks, making me see bright white stars before my eyes. I felt as if heaven itself had descended upon me, granting me divine inspiration as I clawed at Eric's back and brutally spurred him on, panting in a mantra, faster, faster, faster…
His hands and lips were everywhere; teasing, biting, nibbling, and grasping my flesh. I wanted us to become one; I wanted him so close to me so I'd never have to let go. But let go I did; my belly tightened and my inner walls clenched, sending me over the edge into a complete state of oblivion. Eric found his own pleasure right after I had mine. I felt exhilarated; like I was freefalling and the whipping wind enveloped me, sending pleasure prickles to every limb.
Still basking in the post coital aftershocks I stated with rapt enthusiasm, "That was…" I couldn't even finish the sentence as a goofy smile crossed my face.
"Something amusing Lover?" he asked, smiling down upon me, kissing my nose.
"I never thought I would feel so complete," I confessed, as I caressed his face with my hand.
We stared into each other's eyes for a while, not wanting to break our joining. I loved the feel of him still inside me. It was as if we were made for the other, as if we were one.
He eventually pulled out, causing me to whimper at the loss of contact, but he pulled me tightly to his side, laying me across his chest.
"Sookie."
"Yes, Eric," I replied, absently grazing my fingertips in a circular motion upon his chest.
He lifted me slightly, drawing my eyes to his. "I love you Sookie. I love you with everything that I am; I wanted you to know that," he confessed, and boy was it a confession.
I had thought long and hard about this and knew that I loved Eric, but I had not shared it with him yet. No time like the present, I thought to myself.
"I love you too, Eric. I have for a while now, but I was just afraid to tell you."
"Never be afraid to tell me anything Sookie," he implored, tucking me once again into his side.
We stayed like that for who knows how long; it could have been hours, but I loved the feeling of being in his arms. He never let up his soothing strokes, lulling me into a state of blissful happiness. Who wouldn't be happy in his arms? I finally got to cross an item off my 'Bucket List' and it so happened that it was with the man that I loved. What more could a girl want?
"How do you feel about soaking in the hot tub? Maybe it will relieve some of your soreness," he asked.
"What, so we can go another round?" I teased.
"If you are so inclined," he answered seriously with the biggest puppy dog eyes that I had to swat him playfully.
Moving my legs, I felt the tender ache that settled between my thighs and thought that maybe his idea was a good one. "I am a little sore. You're so damn big," I blurted out, not meaning to inflate his ego anymore; that beautiful head of his just might pop.
"Really, so my size is…adequate," he stated innocently with mirth hidden behind his eyes.
"You know damn well that you are more than adequate," I huffed playfully, turning slightly away from him. He loved erotic speech and I knew this was only a ploy to engage me in it with him.
"Oh my beautiful Lover, your breasts are exquisite, treasured more than the finest spun silk. Your sweet pussy is deliciously intoxica-…"
"Alright, cut it out. I don't need to hear any of that. Let's get in the hot tub already," I stated while shifting away from him, ready to get myself away from his overly-blatant praises. Being brought up with Christian values, any type of sexual talk still made me uneasy, but Eric was working on wearing me down.
"But I wasn't done," he stated almost sadly, feigning hurt in his voice.
Rolling out of the bed, I ripped the bed sheet out from underneath his body.
"Hey, where are you going with that?" he asked gripping the edge of the sheet.
Tying the sheet around my hands, I knotted it around my body, and pulled…hard.
The minuscule edge of the satin sheet that he had slipped through his large, clumsy fingers. He tumbled forward attempting to catch it, but I was faster, as I swept the flowing part of the sheet behind me and jumped back from the bed several feet.
"To the bathroom," I said, answering his previous question. I whirled around, wrapping myself fully in the sheet and marched off to the bathroom.
My insides were sore as I cleansed myself with a warm washcloth. My own modesty would not allow me to go into a hot tub, even if it was chlorinated, in the state I was in. Even though I was quite tender, I couldn't keep the smile off of my face. Grinning like a loon, I examined myself in the mirror, expecting to see some miraculous physical change after my first real sexual encounter. The 'afterglow' already appeared to take effect, I was glowing. My skin looked shinier, my eyes looked brighter, my face was flushed, and my hair was in complete disarray- sex hair I believed it was called.
Exiting the master bathroom with the red silk sheet still wrapped tightly around me, I noticed that Eric hadn't moved from his position on the bed. He was completely naked, sprawled out on top of the covers with one hand propping up his head. His position engaged the tendons in his thigh, giving definition to his strikingly proportionate legs.
"How do you feel?" he asked, as his handsome face contorted with concern. He motioned to sit up, even more concerned when I paused too long. In truth, I was fine; I was great, but his impressive physique distracted me to the point of silence, parching my lips so I was unable to speak.
"I'm fine. I'm better than that, I'm great! Are you going to join me? Or are you going to lie there all night?" This evening had done wonders for his already inflated ego, so I was afraid his head would explode if I told him that he, and the shapely contours of his thighs and buttocks, had thoroughly distracted me.
I motioned towards a set of French doors in his room that led outside, but my feet took me in the opposite direction, carrying me to a door that led out of his room and down the hall.
"Just where do you think you're going?" he asked incredulously as my hand rested on the doorknob.
"I thought I'd get my bathing suit. I can't very well go outside wrapped only in your sheet," I asked almost mockingly. "What would the neighbors think if they saw a woman ghosting outside in flowing yards of fabric in the middle of the night?"
"Why do you need to cover up at all? I rather like your breasts and I bet the neighbors would too!" he said, and in a flash, quicker than my brain could comprehend, he was standing in front of me, tugging at the tightened knot around my bosom, glaring down at my chest hoping for a better view.
"Eric!" I practically shouted, moving a step away from him.
"Sookie, you can't even see my nearest neighbors, and with the property fence, no one but me will be seeing that delectable body of yours, I promise, so allow me to help you with this," he said, his eyes playfully full of mischief. He knew damn well that I didn't flaunt around in my naked glory. A stage was one thing; the bright lights cast a blinding glow that allowed my audience to 'magically' disappear as I removed some articles of clothing, but walking around proudly naked as the day I was born was an entirely different ball game.
Gripping the sheet tighter, I firmly tucked it under my arms, holding it in place. "If you want me in that tub, especially naked, I'm going out like this." Rome wasn't built in a day, and I sure wasn't going to compromise my modesty overnight.
"Alright, I'll meet you out there," he said as he brushed his finger across my cheek. His hand that rested on the front of my makeshift toga moved slowly up as he lazily strolled his fingers across the fleshy, exposed areas on my neck. Leaning in, he sweetly brushed his lips against mine and sighed into the kiss like it was a soothing wave reaching for its home on the sandy shore. Yes, just like the shore at the end of the day, we had both found our way home.
As the tender kiss ended, I whispered, "You're not coming?"
"I'll meet you there; I'll just be a moment," he explained, but did not give any indication that he planned on moving.
I was the first to interrupt our moment. My eyes never left his as I slowly walked to the set of French doors and opened them, letting in a sharp burst of chilly December air.
As I stepped outside Goosebumps prickled my skin. I tightened the red silk sheet around my body, praying for some added warmth. Slowly, I walked out into the night with the sheet trailing behind me as if it were a red cape. The stars were shining brightly, twinkling as if they were congratulating me for finally giving into my God-given desires. I sighed deeply at the peace that I felt at the moment.
I rounded the corner and stepped off the deck, approaching the hot tub. Quickly pressing a knob on the side of the tub, I engaged the swirling bubbles that would help me relax the soreness that I felt.
Looking in every direction I noticed that Eric had been right, not a soul was around to witness my nudity. His yard was completely surrounded by the darkness with only the light of the moon acting as my guide. Throwing caution to the wind, I disrobed myself of the bed sheet, leaving it on a nearby bench and shivered as I hurried into the warm water.
The warmth immediately healed my icy flesh as the tiny bubbles caressed me. Facing a heated jet, I placed my arms on the size of the large tub and looked out at the sky. My tender nether regions ached, but the heat and force of the water did much to soothe me. Adjusting myself and one of the jets, I aimed it towards my coochie, allowing the hot water to massage me from the inside out.
The bubbles felt nice as they prickled against my skin and caused my nipples to pebble. My still sore who-ha began to ache for an entirely different reason as I wiggled under the pressure of the jets. Closing my eyes I reveled at the sensations of the lights touches, of what almost felt like a thousand fingertips upon my bosom, and the continuous forceful stream that almost reminded me of the feel of Eric gently sliding into me.
I sat there for a few seconds, moving with the water, moaning out in pleasure as I felt it engulf me from all sides. My chest accidentally rubbed against the side of the tub creating a totally different form of stimuli, more rough and coarse, nothing like the massaging tiny bubbles. Wanting to feel more, I kneeled on the seats in the hot tub, spreading my legs out wide, pivoting my pelvis forward. Rocking forward, I stimulated my peaked petals with dual gratification; pushing against the edge of the tub pinched my nipples roughly while the bubbles peppered breathy kisses over my skin. The soft sounding waves of the water were like a musical rhythm, strumming to a steady beat as I felt my inner muscles tighten to wait for the explosive finish.
"You started without me?" Eric asked feigning sadness in his voice. Those words were like a dousing of ice cold water. I attempted to whirl around, but Eric held me fast, encircling his arms around me.
"I wasn't…I didn't…" I didn't even know where to begin, but my mind was screaming plausible deniability! What the hell was I doing? What the hell was happening to me? One round of sex and I was already an addict? Did they even have such a thing as SAA, Sex Addict's Anonymous?
Hello, my name is Sookie Stackhouse and until last night I was a twenty-six year old virgin.
'Hello Sookie', I imagined the audience, the other sex addicts, saying in unison.
And after just one taste of Eric's delicious cock, I was ready to hump the side of a hot tub.
I was worse than a male dog smelling the neighborhood bitch in heat. Panic started to rise; I gasped for breath and tried to get out, to run far away so I could hide from my own embarrassment. It was like high school all over again when the hottest boy in class asked me out only to stand me up and show up at the dance with another girl.
"Shhh," Eric whispered into my ear and tightened his arms around me, not allowing me to flee. My flight or fight instinct was kicking in and since he wouldn't let me take off running, I started to thrash. "Shh, Sookie I didn't mean to startle you. Don't be embarrassed, never be embarrassed for something that feels so good, so right. Show me Sookie, show me how to make you feel good," he continued, his soothing words calmed me as his erection firmly rubbing into my back. And just like that, his words and actions lathered my being, calming my very essence like a soothing, sweet smelling lotion. The feeling of his hard length against any part of my body was simply bliss and I wanted more.
Feeling my body visibly relax, knowing that I wasn't going to run for the hills, he loosened his grip. His moving mere inches away disconcerted me because I wanted him closer, much closer. Reaching around behind me I sought my own treasured paragon. His anatomy is the model of perfection, I thought, as my fingers curled around his length. I wanted to feel him, to rub him against me, and have his juices mingle with mine. With my back still to his chest, I raised my height to match his; I maneuvered him just so, elongating his member across the length of my secret garden, causing him to rub fully against my lust-slickened folds.
Upon contact our bodies took us to a place all of their own and we rowed in sync together, gliding forward and rippling back as if we were one. He clasped my hands with his, interlocking us and extended our arms out in front of us as we moved together, coating his length in my honey. The titillation I felt coursed through me like a rocket, surging through my body from the tip of my toes to the crown of my head. My pleasure sensors were ready to explode and as Eric rocked back one more time, he redirected his energy and slipped through my opening finally joining us in ecstasy once more.
He propelled himself forward, pushing in and out and I knew that it wouldn't take long. Each thrust forward scraped my bare breasts against the roughness of the hot tub, and each propel back brought me closer to the finish line. He surged forward, locking my hands in his so all that connected us was our joining. My head lopped back, weighing on his shoulder and he took the opportunity to graze his blunt teeth over the flesh of my extended neck. The sensations of pleasure and pain brought me over the edge and he followed in rapid succession.
We trembled together holding each other; his arms around my waist swirling meaningless patterns on the skin of my stomach, while my hands swept behind me tangling in his hair. We stayed that way, warming ourselves with not just the heat of the water, but with our still-lustful actions, refusing to separate.
As my body tamed itself, the chill of the night air began to take its toll and I started to shiver.
"Let's go inside," he mumbled as he refused to even let me go for a second. His arms still tangled in mine, he led me out of the water. Grabbing a fluffy white towel, he wrapped me up first, rubbing his hands up and down my sides, creating a pleasant warming friction. Then, he took a towel for himself. With his arm around me, we left the night air and walked back into his bedroom.
When he open the door I gasped, stunned completely into silence. Every candle on every surface had been lit, making it look like hundreds of twinkling diamonds.
"It's so beautiful," I breathed, tears pooling in my eyes. No one had ever done anything so nice to me or for me. I wound my arms around his neck, kissing him softly, "Thank you," I expressed, and I meant it from the bottom of my heart.
"No beauty will ever compare to you. Today is the beginning of forever for us," he stated, looking deep into my eyes. He pulled me close and our lips touched, tangling our tongues in a beautiful harmony. In his arms I felt safe and loved. There was nowhere else I wanted to be. Drawing me closer to the bed, he showed me how beautiful and cherished I was, over and over again, all night long.
Not only did he help me make up for my years of lacking orgasms, but that night Eric made sure that I even had a few more to spare.
A/N: So, what did you think? I'm not a lemon writer and this is way out of my comfort zone. Should I pack up my shit, throw in the towel and never write a lemon meringue pie again? Just Kidding!
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