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Rated M for several reasons

Chpt 51 More Than Words

SPOV

His mouth and tongue are talking again, even the hands now fisted in my hair are telling me something.

I think I understand, I want to, but I've no confidence . . . .

Yet my lips, my tongue, my hands on his chest, I know exactly what they're saying.

I want to belong here. I want this to be as right as it feels.

Am I taking an enormous risk?

Yes.

Am I afraid?

Oh yes.

Am I going to stop him?

No.

I want this, on some instinctive level whose ass I am probably going to want to kick in the morning, I want his. With him. And that will have to do because my ability to think coherently is being sucked out of me along with my breath.

Gasping my head falls back and Eric lowers his, taking the 'conversation' to my throat.

My hands, already wound tightly into his hair, are all that's holding me up. The Eric light is flaring again and I can feel it, insinuated as it is in my every cell, warming them, jostling the atoms.

Oh god, Eric . . . .

His mouth has explored every molecule of the exposed skin of neck, leaving it damp and tingling in the air as he makes his way back to my lips, his hands tearing loose my pony tail before they drop away from me.

My heavy lidded eyes open fully, a little in fear, to find him staring at me . . . . like I'm the only thing he can see.

His lips don't actually meet mine again, but I can feel the ghost of the contact that doesn't come as he pulls away to look down at me, it's invisibly crackling in the air between us, like a paused video.

And then suddenly its playing again and his hands close around my waist, bunching the fabric of my pyjama top, sliding it upward, with no desire to fight him I lift my arms, allowing him to pull it from my body and fling it away.

His eyes darken as they rake over my bared, excited, chest but I don't have it in me to be ashamed, only warm, needy . . . .

Those eyes fix on mine again as he crouches down, sliding my pyjama bottom over my hips and down my legs, gently removing the fluffy bunnies and lifting each foot to pull my bottoms free before tossing them away, the eyes staying on mine as he unfolds to his full height.

And I still don't feel any shame as my eyes drift down to watch him unfasten his leather belt, letting the edges fall away as he unbuttons his fly, pulls down his zipper and sets his tux pants tumbling to the floor with a whisper of expensive fabric.

A nervous and anticipatory moan escapes me has he hooks his thumbs into his boxers, bending to ease them off and throw them aside.

Oh my god. That's . . . . that's beautiful . . . . long and thick, and beautiful . . . .

I half expect him to be smirking when I finally tear my eyes away from it. But he isn't.

I'm actually going to do this . . . . I swallow the ghost obstruction that's formed in my throat . . . . we're really going to do this . . . .

We're still staring into each other's eyes, naked as the day we were born, yet still I feel no awkwardness.

There's just me looking up and him looking down. About a foot of space between us.

My hand reaches out, coming to rest lightly on his chest, the muscles fluttering under my touch. This is the first time I've been able to do this, really feel him, give in to my desire to. The coolness of his skin and the lack of a heartbeat simply aren't an issue. He feels right. Absorbed I let my hand wander over his chest, up to his shoulders, down the outside of his arm, back up the softer skin on the inside. My other hand joins it, my fingers pushing themselves into his pecs, spreading out to brush over his nipples, hard, and down to play over the muscles of his abdomen. His every twitch, shift and sound burning into my brain.

And then he starts to breathe. I love it when he does that, the way it synchronises to mine . . . .

I step closer, never breaking our eye contact, sliding my hands down the outside of his torso until they're resting on his hips. My thumbs stroking his hip bones while my fingers knead what Jason always called his 'kidney protection'.

I can feel him bobbing against my stomach now, leaving little moisture kisses on my jumping skin.

Torn I bite my lip and Eric closes his eyes, his head tilting back slightly, inviting me to explore him. My hands slide down to cup his butt and god if it doesn't feel as amazing as it looks. Reluctantly they leave it, tracing down his hard masculine thighs, from back to front, sliding back up grip his hips again.

His Adams apple bobs as he swallows and I have to look down again, one hand leaving his hip to flutter over his cock like a humming bird, gathering a little wetness from the tip but never really alighting, before it grabs back onto his hip and perceived safety.

My eyes dart back to his, still closed, and I gasp as one of his hands closes around mine, pulling it free and wrapping it around his shaft.

My fingers flex automatically, even though his hand has already moved away to rest by his side again.

His skin is like silk, yet what's inside is hard and unyielding.

I keep my eyes on his face as I slowly begin to move my closed hand up and down him, not trying to emulate what I've seen in countless minds, just wanting to feel. This is Eric. And for some ridiculous reason my heart swells with love for him, the beat of it almost physically changing, our bond, our breathing and his light adjusting to fit the new rhythm.

Unconsciously I rub my thighs together . . . . biting back a moan . . . . there's a familiar ache spreading in my belly, carried on the warmth of my agitating atoms . . . . I want him . . . . I want him to touch me . . . . my hand tightens on him automatically and he groans, his eyes snapping open and I gasp at the look in them . . . . the sound of his voices as he grinds out my name.

Another gasp as his long arms snatch me up, transferring me to the bed in a blur, naked body pressing me into the still protesting mattress as his mouth crashes down over mine, demanding and possessive, tongue easily parting my lips and taking possession.

His hands are all over any part of my skin they can reach, squeezing, stroking, urgent but not rough. Mine are probably rougher, there's so much of him, what if it's taken away before I can explore it all? His back, arms, sides, shoulders, neck, face. The way the muscles slide under his skin as he moves is mesmerising, so much power hidden inside him and I want it, I want it all for me . . . .

I'm giving in to the clenching ache and warmth inside me. My body pushing up against his, undulating, hips to shoulders and back as my tongue fights its way into his mouth. His taste, I've never thought about the way a man's mouth would taste until I truly kissed Eric . . . . The movement of my body goads his into responding and soon we're writhing together, rolling, grasping, moaning and groaning into each other's mouths. The feel of us, together like this, oh god there aren't words . . . .

Needing to breathe and needing to taste the rest of him my mouth breaks away from his, nibbling at his lips and jaw until his head throws back and my tongue can dart out to taste his throat. His groan as I sink my teeth lightly into the thin skin there vibrates both our bodies and he rolls me onto my back again, settling over me but angling away to give me better access. I prop myself up on my elbows, loving the way I'm caged by his body and arms, to let my lips and tongue explore his collar bones and upper chest, sometimes teasing with my teeth, since his deep bass groans suggest that he likes it. I can't tear my eyes away from his face though, his hair hanging down in a blonde curtain, his eyes closed, long lashes resting on his cheeks, his perfect lips slightly parted as he pants lightly above me. My heart swells again and my stomach turns over as my lips finally find his nipple, closing over it so my tongue can feel around it. His whole body stiffens and as my teeth pinch it lightly he sucks in a breath that hisses between his lips. Encouraged I lick and kiss my way to the other one, repeating the process until his eyes open, pulling my face back to his like magnets.

Lowering himself on his arms he presses me slowly back into the bed, my head dropping back onto the pillow as his lips hover over mine. I move to wrap my arms around his back but he captures them, twining our fingers together and pushing our joined hands into the pillow on either side of my head.

"Listen." He growls, kissing me softly. "You have to listen . . . ."

My eyes close as our bodies start moving against each other again, his settling slightly between my thighs, his lips ghost down my neck, kissing and tasting the skin as he moves inexorably lower. My shoulders, my upper arms, my breasts, my throbbing nipples rolled around his tongue and grazed by his teeth, my ribs, my stomach, each hip bone, the skin sucked lightly between his lips until I'm the one who is panting and hissing in need. So warm, so attuned to him, the wild hammering of my heart forcing us both to breathe faster, keep pace. I ache and there still aren't words . . . .

His tongue trails wetly back and forth across the skin between my hip bones and his hands gently disengage from mine, floating down my body until they hook under my thighs, lifting and spreading them, exposing me to his darkened gaze. Suddenly nervous my eyes fly open and I try to prop myself up but he shakes head gently, lips quirking into a smile.

"No." He commands quietly. "Close your eyes Sookie, listen to me."

Instinctively I obey, closing them and sinking back onto the bed as his cool breath fans across my wet flesh.

"You are so beautiful Sookie." He murmurs, placing a light kiss on the inside of my thigh. "Even the parts of you I have only seen tonight are so much more beautiful than I imagined." He kisses my other thigh, swirling his tongue over it until I moan and my hips flex upward. "I'm going to taste you Sookie." Back to the other thigh, a light nip with his teeth. "I am going to pleasure you with my mouth." One thigh is released and a long finger glides unhurriedly through my folds. "With my hands." I moan again, my hips thrusting wantonly into his face. "I am going to take all the sweet nectar." He inhales deeply, his exhale chilling my skin but turning the warmth in my cells to heat. "All the sweet nectar between your thighs is mine, and mine alone." His possessive tone has me shuddering and whimpering. "Only for me Sookie, only ever for me. That is all I ask."

"Yes." I hiss as his tongue suddenly makes contact with my clit.

He hums in response and my hips jerk against him, my hands flying off the pillow to fist in his hair.

Both thighs are released to close around his head automatically as his thumbs spread me open to his tongue, allowing it to taste all of me with long lazy strokes. Oh my god, no words, not even sounds, my teeth are clamped together as my head begins to thrash from side to side. Moans and shouts trapped inside like hazardous materials, they shouldn't be, not with all that heat . . . .

The broad flat of his tongue, the hard tip, he's going to kill me with pleasure . . . . the vibrations as he hums against my slick hot skin, the fingers circling and teasing my opening . . . . Never . . . . I don't even know where to start on how I've . . . . ungh . . . . never felt like this . . . . so completely out of control . . . . ungh . . . . my back arches off the bed as his tongue settles into a relentless pattern against my clit and the first sound, his name, escapes my compressed lips. I want . . . . I need . . . . so hot now . . . . need . . . . want . . . . have to . . . . My whole body is thrashing, hands long since out of his hair and tangled in the sheets beneath me, twisting them, strangely compelled to tear them, something wound so tight inside me, tightening my muscles, that I feel like my arched back is hovering over the bed of its own accord.

An orgasm, mine, is coming, I can feel it. Like a tidal wave coming to douse the heat. Cool, to ease my struggling muscles. Coming, so close now . . . . Every muscle is locking solid as cold sweat breaks out on my skin and colored lights start to explode behind my eyes . . . . Yes . . . .

I scream as two of his fingers suddenly invade me, my already clenching muscles gripping them, straining against them as they thrust and curl rapidly inside me . . . . over and over . . . . mouth open in a now silent scream . . . . his teeth replacing his tongue, clamping me between them, pinching, rolling . . . . Jesus Fucking Christ and all the disciples . . . . more . . . . brighter . . . . lights . . . . a flood of moisture . . . . clenching and shuddering as my body orgasms in waves until it's finally spent and forced to relax.

Boneless. Weightless. Witless. Gasping. Amazed. Trembling with aftershocks.

Awareness . . . .

Eric's mouth is still on me, idly lapping up everything I have unwittingly given him and I want to scream again at the sensation, my hips writhing away from him instinctively.

Chuckling, and according to our bond immensely pleased with himself, he places a last kiss on me, which has my hips jerking reflexively, before worshipfully working his way back up my still shuddering body, tasting and apparently enjoying my sweat coated skin as he goes.

My breathing still hasn't returned to normal and yet his is still matching it, lungful for lungful.

Despite my epic orgasm I'm still warm, tingly, achy, needy . . . . Turned on by the feel of his cool body working its way up my hot sweaty one until we are flush together again, his lips hesitating over mine. I have no such qualms, I just want to feel his mouth on mine, the surprisingly perfect taste of me on his tongue is just an unexpected bonus that drags a moan from me and an answering groan from him. It escalates in seconds, our tongues as deep in each other's mouths as they will go, our bodies once again writhing together, hands tangled in each other's hair.

I can't believe I still want . . . . or that that want is so strong . . . .

Our restless movements soon have him resting between my thighs again, this time with the tip of his hard length moving through my flesh, teasing it as his teeth nibble on my neck.

"Eric . . . ." My hands tug at his already well abused hair as I try to bring us closer together, to clarify my all-consuming need.

I'm aching again, warm, wet, ready. And I want him, only him . . . .

"Sookie . . . ." He groans, sucking the skin of my neck between his teeth and stroking it with his tongue.

"Ungh." My hips roll up into him, capturing his tip against my entrance and this time he stills our obsessive movement, keeping us there as we stare into each other's eyes, raising himself up on his arms.

"Do you still want all of me Sookie?" He asks, flexing his hips into me, his tip breaching me.

"Yes." I gasp, my own hips moving to suck him a little deeper.

He stills us again.

"Do you know what you're asking for?" His gaze is intent, unavoidable.

My hands wrap around his shoulders, fingers and nails digging in. I know he's not just talking about sex, I'm not stupid, but my answer is the same. I love him. I want all of him.

"Yes."

And without thinking I open up our bond, all the way.

The sheer force of him practically flattens me to the bed and I struggle to keep my grip on his shoulders, keep myself anchored to him, where I desperately want to be.

"Then listen to me as I make love to you." He whispers over the mental maelstrom. "And know that you have had all of me since the first time I saw you . . . ."

"Eric." Help me, I'm drowning, it's too much . . . .

I can feel him moving against me, venturing further inside my body with each slow thrust, and I want it . . . . there's no discomfort, no pain . . . . but I can't focus on it . . . . there's so much of him . . . . physically and emotionally . . . . flooding me . . . . fleshing out the light . . . .giving it substance . . . . solidifying our bond . . . .

I am warm, dancing, atoms. In, deeper . . . . out, further . . . . in, deeper . . . . out, ache . . . . in, stretching me . . . . out, clenching, loss . . . .

I can't close our bond . . . . can't even mute it . . . . no way to push him back . . . . all of him . . . . inside me . . . . curled around my every cell . . . . my flesh . . . . tugging at it. . . . pulling it . . . . pushing it . . . . with his body . . . .

His eyes . . . . focus on his eyes . . . . try to listen . . . . understand . . . . feel . . . .

This is what I asked for, what I wanted.

Eyes.

In, deeper, smoother, fighting him less . . . . out, dragging, aching . . . . in, deeper, welcome . . . . out . . . . in . . . . oh jesus . . . . all the way in.

My back arches off the bed and his arms snake underneath me, pulling me to him as he props us up on his elbows, my head falling back.

There's still so much, I can't even begin to understand it all. But it fits. All of him fits. I can't make sense of it, but all of him fits.

Eric . . . .

"All of me Sookie." He growls into my neck as he begins to thrust inside me in earnest. "Accept all of me . . . ."

"All of you Eric. I have all of you . . . ."

My cells, my molecules, me, they've all somehow expanded to encompass him. But it's secondary now, something for later . . . .

In . . . . out . . . .

I can feel my muscles grasping at him, trying to keep him buried inside me. I can feel the slick give in the skin over his hardness as he drives in and out of me regardless. His cool breath on my neck. The ache, oh god the ache. Its building, intensifying with heat, remorselessly winding every muscle in my body tighter. Pushing my shoulders down into his arms and my hips up into his. My pulse and our harsh breaths are hammering my ears, yet I can still hear our skin slipping together, feel it. His chest strafing my painfully swollen nipples, my wetness sucking at his length, his lips, my lips, mindlessly snatching at anything they can alight on as our need consumes us.

I never imagined it could be like this, feel like this.

In . . . . hot coiled muscles . . . . out . . . . deep cloying ache . . . in . . . . fingers digging into his shoulder . . . . out . . . . legs tightening around his waist . . . . in . . . . animal growl . . . . out . . . . teeth gripping the skin over his Adams apple . . . . in . . . . head falls back again . . . . out . . . . over and over and over . . . . until I can barely stand it . . . . the heat . . . . the painful ache . . . . the winch reeling my muscles tight . . .

"Eric." I plead. Oh god. "Help me . . . . I can't . . . ."

"I am yours Sookie." He growls as his hips quicken. "Only ever yours." He drags in a ragged breath, driving harder, faster, deeper, my hips off the bed. "This. This is only for you . . . . I am going to come Sookie, come inside you . . . ."

And I can't take my eyes off his, even though I know blindness is only moments away, I need him to anchor me. Because I have all of him and I need to give back . . . .

In . . . . out . . . . in . . . . out . . . . I feel everything . . . . in . . . . my every molecule is alive with it . . . . out . . . . Eric . . . . in . . . . it's here . . . .

And it races through me, igniting a spark in the Eric light as it passes, wrecking the winch, obliterating the ache, immolating my every cell and then jumping to his, ripping a raw scream from my throat and a primitive roar from his.

Blind. Coruscating light. Not exploding behind my eyes. Everywhere . . . .