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Rapid pounding wakes me up.
I open my eyes to the darkness, except for a little luminosity in my peripheral vision. The first thing I do is stretch. My arms seem to extend out on the bed, never reaching the edge. And then I realize why. Because the bed in enormous.
Eric is nowhere to be seen, but something tells me that he may be the source of all that noise.
I sit up, brushing the satin covers off my bare legs. Somehow the button-down shirt has opened up at the top of my chest and I take a moment to fasten it back up before slipping out of bed.
Heavy flakes of snow fall outside the window, bringing a glow to the sleeping city. I turn to notice that Eric's digital clock is displaying 5:30 am on the nightstand. Oh my God, what does he have against sleep? I might ask him.
Running a hand through my messy hair, I walk towards the noise of the pounding until I reach the glass door of his gym. It's brightly lit inside, and I wonder if it is possible for me to go blind by stepping in. My eyes are squinting when I open the door as quietly as possible and walk through. The noise stops.
Eric turns at the change in the atmosphere, wearing only a pair of black sweats. His upper body is glistening and he has these white strips of material wrapped around his hands. Beside him, I notice a red punching bag swaying from side to side.
He smiles slightly, eyes lingering a bit too much on my bare legs, "Morning."
I rub the sleep away from my eyes, stifling a yawn, "What are you doing? It's five in the morning."
He draws out a long breath, "Part of my regime," he turns his attention back to the punching bag, taking some time tightening the bands around his hands, as if waiting for me to leave before continuing. The light makes his muscles stand out just a tiny bit more than usual, and I am especially interested in the 'V' shape above the waistline of his pants where a patch of hair starts to trail down.
"Come back to bed," I brush closely by him, allowing my hand to rest on his hip for a second. He jumps slightly, obviously not expecting that touch.
One of his hands grips my shoulder, pulling me in. I giggle as the heat of his blood radiates against my face, "Eww, you're so sweaty."
He grins, tightening his hold on me, "Go away. You're distracting me."
"Am I?" I smirk, playfully running a hand up my thigh. When his hand replaces mine, that smirk fades away. His lips crash against my lips, body pressing into mine. I gasp when he grips my thigh, thumb circling waaaaaay too close near my lady bits. I pull away with a giggle, "Come back to bed."
This time, he replies with, "Let me shower first."
SHSHSHSHSH
I feel myself fading away in his bed. Knowing I still have a couple of hours of sleep left makes me feel so happy. Because I am so tired.
I listen to the shower behind the wall, my arm extended onto his cold pillow. I smile knowing he will be here soon.
The next few minutes are a blur. I didn't know I was asleep until I felt myself jolt awake. When I open my eyes, he is there in the room. Wiping himself down with a towel. It's too dark for me to see detail, but I see the silhouette of his boxers as he pulls them on.
Automatically, I stretch, arching my back in exhaustion. Eric joins me in bed minutes later, puling me into his enormous chest. I sigh happily, draping an arm over his no longer sweaty body. His lips linger on my hair, switching between kissing me and breathing.
I tilt my head up, hoping he is conscious enough to sense my lips next to his. I feel them on me afterwards; I hear them kissing the sensitive parts of my neck. When our lips meet, I no longer feel like my soul is leaving my body. My senses are heightened for some reason. I am wide awake.
"Take me," I breathe, gasping when he presses me into the mattress. His hands run up and down my body, taking too fucking long to get to the actual business. I don't know what comes over me. I suddenly become brazen.
His breathing is hot on my neck as he reaches for the curvy parts of my body, squeezing wherever he can. I release a quiet moan, which switches on a predator in his eyes. He whispers something into my ear, but I let it fly over my head.
He squeezes my right breast through the shirt, and I stroke up his inked arm, reaching for his shoulder, "Eric."
The mattress shifts beneath me. I feel him nuzzling between my legs, something hard pressing into my soaked underwear.
His eyes are everywhere. Like a kid entering a candy store, he doesn't know what to grab first. I shove his hand away when it starts to unbutton my shirt. He gives me a funny look, and I honestly understand where he is coming from. But I feel like time is running out. We can skip all the shit. We can skip it, right?
"Just take me," I shake my head before it falls back on the pillow.
He nods, gulping back his salivation.
I rub my thighs against his hips, desperate for some sort of friction. He notices and gingerly starts to grind his hips against mine. I moan again, arching my back as he pulls off my underwear. My heart beat speeds up, and I am certain he feels it against his own chest when we press together. I gasp when I feel his heated erection graze past my throbbing sex. Our eyes meet in the dark and then his lips are back on mine. His tongue brushes past my bottom lip as I snake my arms around his neck.
His arm reaches for the nightstand where he manages to knock off a few things before successfully retrieving a foil package. I run my hand down his muscular chest, hearing only the sounds of our heavy breathing. He brings the foil to his mouth, tearing off the edge and spitting it out over his shoulder. My stomach flips when I feel his hand sliding on the condom near my thighs.
I let out a cry when his fingers feel for my entrance. He doesn't take it as a sign to stop and pushes one of his fingers inside me briefly. I chew on my lip, squeezing my eyes shut.
He grunts softly, replacing his fingers with his cock. I completely lose it.
His hand clamps over my mouth for the sake of preservation of Violet's childhood. I whimper against his skin, squeezing my legs closer to my chest to send him deeper. Eric presses his lips together in a firm line, hand gripping the pillow beneath my head. I feel how it starts moving underneath me due to the force of his thrusting.
My hand clutches the top of his. My jaw starts to ache as he battles to keep my mouth shut. I slap his arm away and turn my face into the pillow, his lips joining with mine seconds later.
His hand grips my leg below the knee, bringing it higher up for him. I hiss slightly when he slides in his full length, which is pretty fucking big for this time of day.
Our eyes meet again when he captures my bottom lip with his teeth. I whimper loudly, yet again getting a palm over my face. It's hard to breathe, but I don't complain. I roll my head back, hearing his quiet grunts above me. The headboard squeaks when his hand slams against it. We both stop at the noise. But when nothing comes as a response from Violet's room, he continues to move inside me.
I moan when something starts fluttering in my stomach. I think Eric feels it, because his pace becomes quicker. He crashes his lips against mine, grunting out my name with difficulty.
He sends me over the edge, every muscle in my body flipping in cartwheels. I throw my head back, nails dragging up his bare back. He groans quietly into my neck, grabbing a fistful of my shirt before stilling inside me.
He gasps louder than I've heard during our session, which can only mean one thing.
I tangle both hands in his hair, moaning as his weight gets heavier on my body.
The orange sunrise is on the horizon, reflecting onto the white wall of Eric's bedroom. We both pant until he finds the strength to roll off me, which is when I snuggle up to his chest, feeling like I have missed out on a week of sleep.
After a couple of minutes, his voice brings me back, "Never had that before."
I mumble back, sleepily, "What, sex?"
His chest vibrates softly before he whispers, "Being caught in the moment."
"Oh, me neither," I feel his hand running up and down my back through the shirt as I start drifting off.
"Y'know, I was planning how our first time would go," he says. I guess he was starting to tell me a story but pillow talk does not agree with me. I don't remember how it ended.
SHSHSHSHSH
The sun is bright on my face the next time I wake up. I don't feel so tired anymore. A few extra hours of sleep can't go wrong. Especially if you wake up at five in the morning.
I sit up in bed, suddenly remembering what has happened. Beside me, the bed is empty. Surprise surprise. I rub my eyes and stretch out my back, a smile appearing on my face. I've actually had sex with Eric. And it was nothing like I expected it to be. His words echo at the back of my head. I planned it differently too. But I wouldn't change what has happened last night.
To my left, I see my clothes, neatly folded on a chair. They have come with a note which I can read from my comfortable position: Wear me!
I grin, slipping out of bed carefully. Yes, I probably should wear them. Violet is still in the apartment. It would be a bit of a shock if I walked out of the room in a half torn men's shirt. But it would be a bit of a shock if I walked out of Eric's bedroom anyway. Maybe she's still asleep. Maybe if I hurry, she doesn't have to see me like this.
Quickly, I get dressed before pulling my messy hair into a huge grip at the back of my head. I make the bed, covering where I have slept with cushions. When I am happy that the room looks normal, I walk out and head straight to the bathroom, brushing my teeth and rinsing my face with cold water.
Okay, I had to stop it there because the next chapter will be full of more surprises. You wouldn't be able to handle it if it was all in one ;)
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