The coolness of his breath on my cheeks stuns me. I still haven't gotten used to the difference in body temperature. He's always so… cool. He makes me hot just by looking at me. A smile. An eyebrow lift. A faraway stare that doesn't seem so far away. He gets me like no one else has before and sometimes it's a little frightening.
"Sookie…" he whispers. I shiver as the cool tip of his finger trickles down my cheek, my neck…
"Eric…" my reply a breathy moan.
"Yield to me, Sookie."
I have to giggle as he uses the words I remember from a long time ago.
"I think I've yielded and am still yielding. Take me my Viking."
He smiles and dips his head to my breasts. His tongue twirls atop the lace of my bra and he sucks, gently. As he teases me, I pay him back, reaching down and stroking his hard length through his pants. Yes, two can play at this game. He knows what I want but insists on taunting me before giving it to me. He wants me to beg. But I won't. In fact, I think he'll succumb before I do.
"Mmm… Lover, I like the way you think," he purrs.
His hands shift from my shoulders, down my sides, finally resting on my hips. He pulls me closer, leaning into me, steadily teasing my nipple with his tongue. I wait for him to bite, to take of me as he will, but he hesitates. Faster than I can track, he hikes my legs up over his hips and I wrap them around his waist. His hands slide under my thighs, holding me up and I rotate my hips against him.
A gush of air blows by us and we pause.
"Oops."
"Pam!"