A/N: Have I told you guys how much I love you? Cuz I really do. You blew me away with the responses to the last chapter, and I'm officially speechless. I hope everyone got and enjoyed their tease, even if it was only half as much as I loved reading your reviews last week.
Big thanks as always to my beta krismom who is now juggling my three stories as well as her RL. I can never thank her enough.
Disclaimer: Not my characters, just my silly plot.
Previously...
Her fingers sifted through my now damp hair as I tried to catch my breath and come back down to earth. And I think I may have been whispering my praises to her against her neck as I lazily kissed my way to her lips.
I couldn't bring myself to move, even as I felt myself soften. I wanted to stay exactly where I was.
"That was infinitely better than my imagination," Sookie said with a chuckle.
I smiled. I couldn't have agreed more.
SPOV
It was getting harder and harder to breathe with Eric's weight pressing me against the mattress. But I wasn't ready for him to move just yet. I was enjoying the feeling of his bare, slick skin as it covered mine, and how it slid slightly with every breath we took. It was the most delicious sensation, aside from the way he felt when he was inside me.
Which he currently still was, technically. He was soft, not hard, but I could still feel him, and ultimately that was what made me move. If he stayed there like that, then I was going to be ravaging him before he was ready. Apparently Eric had awakened some insatiable desires hidden deep within me. And hussy that I was, was working up to being ready for round two.
Actually, I already was ready.
I gave Eric a little push, and he slid away without a word, walking to the bathroom stark naked. I watched. And enjoyed. And maybe drooled. God he was so beautiful. And he was a god in the bed.
I wanted to follow him into the bathroom. I wanted to go in there and get myself cleaned up. But I couldn't move. I was a gelatinous version of Sookie, and I feared that one tiny movement would break whatever mold was holding me together, and I'd just spill off onto the floor in a puddle.
Beyond relaxed, beyond sated, and yet I was thinking about when I would get another taste. How long would I have to wait? Was an hour okay, or thirty minutes? I continued to melt into the bed, pondering the proper amount of time needed for him to recuperate, until Eric returned with a damp wash cloth in his hand.
Saying nothing, he resumed his position beside me, meticulously working me over with the warm rag, cleaning up everything that was left behind. I couldn't speak. I wasn't capable. All I could do was watch as he wiped at my sex and my inner thighs with such care and tenderness I thought I'd melt all over again.
Eric was working his way well into dangerous territory. I should have been exhausted. My muscles felt like they were made of rubber. But still, I wanted to climb on top of him and make him make that same noise he made as he climaxed a few short moments ago. I wanted to hear my name grunted out as his body tensed and erupted.
Now that we had actually done it, I couldn't remember why I had waited so long in the first place.
Eric's bare hand soon replaced the rag and was just ghosting over my skin with the lightest of touches. Over my belly, down my thighs, up my arms, never quite touching my most intimate places. But it was so sensual, and so erotic, that very quickly I was gasping for breath and squirming beneath his soft caress.
His eyes, that had been following the movement of his hands, suddenly met mine, the fire burning in them setting his baby blues ablaze. I was such a goner. There were words stuck in my throat that I craved to say, words that I had never before said in this context, but knew in my heart that they were true and undeniable.
But I was frightened of the fact that I wanted to say them. "Eric," I said instead. Could he tell my voice cracked? Could he hear those three little words behind his name that longed to fall from my lips at that very moment?
His hand brushed over my cheek and around my neck as his lips made the descent to mine. I whimpered as the breath caught in my throat when we finally kissed. It was so soft and so tender. One of those kisses that you only have after you've spent a lifetime with someone.
There was no tongue. Just lips and breath and caresses, and it was so good. And oh so sweet, but I was craving more.
Eric's lips were already parted, so I snaked the tip of my tongue between his lips and stroked the roof of his mouth before retreating once more. I guess in a way I was asking permission. If he wasn't ready, then I wasn't going to try and force it. But I was rewarded with his hands gripping firmly at my hips, and a tiny little hiss that made me want to do it again.
So I did. And Eric whispered my name like a plea. Again, I wanted him to say it again.
Eric tried to move over the top of me, but I pushed him back with a firm hand. It was my turn. Before he could question my actions, I was throwing a leg over his hip and forcing him onto his back.
Holy fuck. His fingers really dug in then, almost painfully gripping my ass, but it was a decidedly good pain. Very good indeed. I moaned a little in appreciation grinding my naked flesh against his. Oh yeah, he was ready. So hard, and so...right there.
I continued the motion, teasing him as well as myself, spreading my fluids all over his beautiful cock, until I couldn't take it anymore. I gave no warning as I shifted my hips with my next move, sliding down and around him in one swift movement, until he was stretching me, filling me.
"Good, fuck," Eric ground out through his teeth. I grinned, biting my lip to hold back the moan in my throat. He just felt so damn good inside me. And I wanted to make him feel as good as he had made me. Or better, if that was even possible. I doubted it, but I was willing to work to find out.
I moved slowly at first, testing, learning, watching. Eric liked it when I came up slow, and went down hard and fast. His eyes would roll back, his face would scrunch up in the most fucking sexy of ways, and his fingers would tighten like vice-grips on whatever he was holding at the moment. Which at that moment happened to be one of my nipples, and I couldn't help but to cry out with the pleasure and the pain of it.
A breath later, Eric's hand was in my hair, and he was yanking me down to his lips. It was the mother of all kisses. Hot, searing, wet, and painful with the force in which he pulled me down. I'd probably be bruised from his kisses in the morning, but fuck, I didn't want him to stop.
I moved with more abandon then, gripping the pillow on each side of his head and working myself up in so many ways I felt I'd go insane. I could feel my orgasm working its way to a peak, but I was determined to make Eric reach his before I lost mine.
I kissed, and nibbled at his lips, ignoring the cramp in my thigh, and riding him like my life depended on it. Jesus, he felt so good, and as much as I had practiced holding off on my orgasms, that bitch wasn't waiting for much longer.
I sat up, throwing my hair back over my shoulder since it was sticking to the sweat on my face. Eric grunted, and it was fucking lovely. One of his hands was on my hip, and the other was deciding which breast it liked more as I continued rocking and shifting my hips up and down.
Up, down, moan, oh god, it was coming, and I wasn't going to be able to stop it.
Up, down, grunt, and oh yes, there it was. The face.
His mouth opened, his eyes locked with mine, and every muscle in his body seized. His hips lifted to meet my thrust one final hard time sending him over first, and I quickly followed. The look on his face enough to send shock wave after shock wave of intense explosions throughout every nerve in my body.
My movements were erratic at best after that, until I finally just collapsed on his chest. Eric's arms came around me, sliding across my damp skin, stroking and holding me to him. Not that I was going anywhere until I could at least breathe again.
It was Eric that finally broke the silence of our bliss. "That was..."
"Yeah," I finished.
"Unexpected."
"Not entirely," I giggled, lifting up to smile down at him.
"Fantastic," he said with a smile.
"Wonderful," I agreed. "My throat hurts," I said as I finally moved to roll of him. It wasn't without effort either. I could have literally slept there on top of him.
"You're thirsty. I'll get you something." Eric rolled off the bed, strolling in the moonlight with his bare buns shining for all to see, and I couldn't help but to smile.
I went to the restroom, washing the sweat off my face with a cool rag, and cleaning up round two. I almost didn't recognize the smiley, red-faced blonde in the mirror, but it was me. And I looked liked I had just been given a double dose of some happy drug. Sex with Eric looked good on me, even if my hair was a mess.
I left the bathroom still smiling, and went in search of my nightgown. I was just getting it over my head when Eric walked in with two glasses of ice cold water.
"Leave it," Eric said as he pulled the fabric from my hand, back over my head, and tossed it to the corner. "Sleep with me. Like this." His fingers trailed down my arm, across my belly, where he dipped his index finger into my belly-button.
I giggled, despite the fact that when his voice sounded like that he could get me to do anything. Sleep upside down like a bat, wear a tutu and dance a frolic around the yard. Done and done. I'd have eaten paint chips in a heartbeat if he asked.
Eric smiled, handing me the glass of water from his dresser, and I gulped half of it down in about three swallows. I hadn't realized how thirsty I was until the cold beverage actually hit my lips. He took a few big gulps from his glass before it was gone. Maybe he did it to make me feel better, or maybe he was just as thirsty.
Either way, I followed his lead, finishing my drink and climbing in next to him, between the sheets, still naked.
It was my first time sleeping with someone while naked. I couldn't have imagined anyone would be a better sleeping partner. Eric was the cuddly type, but not the clingy type. He pulled me to him, and it was skin against skin but not in a sexual way. It was more comforting than anything.
Eric placed a kiss on my temple, wishing me sweet dreams and a good sleep. And that's exactly how I fell asleep, wrapped in my very own Eric blanket. I was in heaven.
I woke up damn near purring at the feel of warm, wet kisses being placed all along my shoulder, and on my neck. It was still dark, but I could make out the shadows of furniture and things in the room, so I must have been asleep for a while.
I couldn't bring myself to search for the clock, however, simply happy to drown in the sensation of Eric and what he was doing to my neck. Best way to wake up, ever.
His arm was around my naked waist, but it wasn't really doing anything. Just limply lying there. His chest was so warm against my back, but he was being careful to keep his lower half from making any contact. I knew full well we were both naked.
Perhaps he was just seeing how I'd react to his kisses, not wanting to pressure me in to anything I didn't want. But I wanted it. Boy, did I want it.
I wiggled and arched towards him, lifting my arm and wrapping it back around his neck to pull him closer. He hummed in approval, the action sending vibrations through my entire body. I shivered, but not from the cold. I was far from cold. The heat from his back, his tongue and lip caresses, his fingers lazily drawing patterns into my stomach. Oh yeah, I was plenty warm, and it was all for him.
His sizable erection was dug into my back, and I moved my hips against him, eliciting a few more of those delicious groans. The ache between my legs was back with a vengeance, and I couldn't get him close enough.
Eric caught on to my squirming, knowing exactly what I needed, and positioned himself so that with every surge of our hips he was stroking my folds and pressing against my clit. More, I wanted more.
I must have said it aloud because the next second he was gripping my leg just below my knee and hooking it over his. When he entered me with my next breath, I was screaming, unable to hold back. He growled something I couldn't understand against my neck as we began to move together, pushing, pulling. Oh god, the sensation was even more amazing, the position new to me. I'd never ever tire of the feel of him filling me, completing me.
I placed my free hand over Eric's, entwining my fingers with his as he massaged my breasts. I gasped when I felt his other arm force its way under me, wrapping around me from both sides.
"Oh god," I cried out, trying desperately to reach Eric's lips.
Eric obliged, tilting his face towards mine and kissing me like he'd been waiting for me to tell him to do so. I moaned into his mouth, ignoring the crick in my neck, determined to kiss him as senseless as I was.
Maybe it was the position we were in, so intimate, so close and erotic, but the tightening in my stomach had nearly reached the breaking point. I was trying to move with him, but I was just so close, and was so overwhelmed with the sensations, that I couldn't.
Eric was in me, stroking me, all around me, hugging me, kissing me, tasting me. I moaned, crying out his name as my vision went white. He moved so slow, so tortuously slow that I feared I may die from the extended pleasure.
I couldn't control a single muscle as Eric pushed me through pulse after pulse, my body clenching and releasing, and tingling all over. I couldn't breath, my chest constricted. And when I felt Eric stiffen behind me, swelling and pulsing within me, it started all over again.
He held me to him, so close, his lips on my neck, in my hair, along my jaw, coercing every last wave of my orgasm to the fullest most intense ever known to man. I died, I think, in his arms, only to be ignited with life anew as he kissed my lips once more.
Eric stilled behind me as we caught our breath, his arms still wrapped around me, and mine around his to keep him there. Those words from before, tickled my throat, knocking at the back of my parted lips. I knew I couldn't deny the truth to them, but I could definitely decide when they were said.
I kept my mouth closed.
Eric placed a few more kisses on my neck, finally nuzzling up to the back of my head, a blanket of my hair all around his face. His warm breath wafting over my back was quickly lulling me back to sleep, and a fleeting thought about getting up and cleaning myself off passed through my mind.
But when his breathing evened out, becoming a soft deep hum, I knew he was asleep, and I soon followed. Heaven, yes, this was heaven, in his arms.
A/N: I figured after waiting patiently for 23 straight chapters, you guys deserved two good yummy chapters in a row. That and I just wanted to write their nookie time in Sookie's POV too. I just be like that sometimes. ;-D
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