Well, hello again! I bet you guys weren't expecting me back so soon.
Should I be studying, right now? Definitely yes.
Is sitting at home all day everyday (#covid-19 life) making me feel particularly bored? Also yes.
Is my way of dealing with boredom writing? Hell, yes!
You are going to love this if you like smut.
If not, I advise you to stop reading at the point where they're about to have sex and skip to maybe the last two three alinea's of the text (it's fairly obvious), because a lot of it is just smut, sex, and sexy time. Although, different than anything I've ever written before because I feel their relationship has evolved to handle more intimate stuff. No worries for those who also liked the smut I've written before, because Eric's stil Eric, so he will get a tiny bit dominant somewhere in the middle. But it's still different.
Anway, I hope you all enjoy! I know I did when writing this.
Keep safe & lots of love!
KPOV
She woke up to the sound of birds chirping, feeling more rested than ever.
The warm morning sunlight had found its way through the shutters, casting the room in gold-and-shadowy shapes. It rather reminded her of a kaleidoscope.
She was familiar with this light, all too much. The ceiling too. How many nights had she not spend here, fearing to fall asleep? How many nights had she spend worrying about the idea of falling asleep and waking up like this? Some nights she had mystified it, like it was some far-far-far-away dream, never truly in her grasp. But most nights, she had vilified it, or even demonized it, like a horrendous nightmare one wanted to avoid. It was quite embarrassing really, looking back on it, how big an issue she had made of it.
Especially since she now knew there had been nothing to fear.
Perhaps she should be more freaked out. Even if it was just to make a point. To grant her former fear some credibility or so. But she just wasn't. Quite the opposite really. She had never felt more safe and sound. Than right here, in his arms.
She was hyper-aware of the arm draped over her waist. A body pressing into her from behind. Spooning her. Soothing her. Protecting her. Completing her.
The feeling wasn't entirely knew, per se. They had spend hours of their after-sex-haze in this position, simply enjoying each other's company in silence. His fingers would draw patterns on her back, his mouth kissing between her shoulder blades or neck. At times, Eric had even reached for her in his sleep, when she'd been silently reading beside him in bed. He, of course, had been totally unaware of the effect it had on her. His warmth. His smell. His sturdy solid arms wrapped around her in a tight embrace. It had been so tempting to just close her eyes. So-so tempting.
It was even better waking up in them though.
It felt more natural like this. Less like they 'just happened' to end up in the position and more like... they belonged that way. Like their bodies were designed to fit into one another so perfectly.
As if privy to her inner turmoil, Eric tightened his hold on her. His large palm pressing into her stomach, pulling her closer into his chest. When he got her where he wanted her, and she snuggled up even closer, he hummed contently in his sleep. Her heart warming at the sound of it.
He could be quite cute while asleep.
Prying the hand from her stomach, she pulled it up between her arms, until it reached just below the covers. She took his hand between both her hand, amazed again by their difference in size. The entire length of her hand – from the bottom of her palm to the tip of her middle finger – barely reached his knuckles.
His knuckles.
They were chapped and rough, with cuts and dried up blood, as if he'd been fighting up against a wall a day prior. Perhaps he had. For someone who always looked so silent and in control, he did have one hell of a violent side when that cool and collected persona finally cracked. His fight with Alijah two days prior the most recent incident that came to mind. But not nearly the only one.
Tracing the coarse skin with the tip of her index finger, she slowly bended her head to land a soft kiss on one of his knuckles.
She wished she knew what troubled him so. What set him of to alternate between two such entirely different persona's. He was cold and hot-blooded at once. The tiniest bit of provocation would lead him to setting the world on fire, and then when all damage was done, hell would freeze over once again.
The cold-bloodedness she could place. The analyzation, the calculation, the cold and distant behavior. A lot of Erudites were raised that way: Thought to be as unemotional as possible, as if logic would be the answer to all world problems. Like hell it was.
But his Erudite upbringing still didn't explain his hot temper.
His anger, his rage, his fury.
His wickedness, hostility and sadism.
His character was like the ocean, really. Usually the water was calm and silent, going along with the tide. Not that Eric was an easy person. She could hardly describe him as a sunny summer day on the beach – god no! He was more like the calm waters of the ocean in that mysterious or even eerie way. Waters that made you shiver in anticipation, because regardless of the tranquility and quietness, you knew something awful was lurking just beneath the surface.
Eric was the shark circling your raft, the Bermuda Triangle, or the fog would clouded your vision until you crashed upon the rocks. The question wasn't whether you would drown, but rather when.
And when that time came, the sky would cloud over and waters got wild. The rage would consume him, possess him, and his roaring sea would swallow up and destroy everything in it's wake – including himself. Because not even the great white shark himself was safe from the mighty whirlpool of his creation.
His outrages weren't normal. Not for an Erudite, but also not for a Dauntless. Here he was, transferred from the clinical and detached faction to one that lived for thrill and danger, and he was still too much for them. They respected him, yes, but they feared him as well.
And he somehow was okay with that.
Hell, he somehow wanted that.
Keena wondered how he'd become like this. Not that she wanted to change him. Not at all. She just didn't understand. She couldn't imagine Erudite inciting such outraged behavior, and yet it seemed so engrained into his character, it must've been there since he were younger. Hardwired into him.
What pains has he suffered to want to be feared rather than liked? Where does his anger originate from? Who had set this example for him, of dealing with anger in this way? How could he feel and show his anger so intensely, and yet seem indifferent to all other emotions... At least when it didn't involve her.
With her he was different.
Yesterday she had cried and he had done everything perfect in his response. He hadn't babied her or made her feel bad about ruining the mood. He hadn't ignored it, pushing through to complete his quest of having sex with her. And he hadn't demanded an explanation when she so obviously couldn't think of one herself. Instead, he had provided her an explanation, making her feel comforted and understood, and as if that wasn't enough already, he'd then continued to sooth her her by holding her, sussing her and kissing the top of her head.
Again: He had been everything perfect and lovely.
Because apparently, for her, he was willing to be those things.
Apparently for her, he was willing to bring down his defenses a bit.
She'd been granted a peek through the spiky walls others were too terrified to climb. And a beautiful garden laid beyond. She wasn't afraid of his though exterior. Not anymore, anyway. Perhaps in the beginning, she'd been a tiny bit afraid of him, but not enough to stop trying. Not enough to stop her from loving every moment of it. The thrill. The excitement. The exclusivity.
Eric was... unlike any other man she'd ever met. He was tantalizingly beautiful in a way that rattled your bones. His ice cold eyes –so smart, so perceptive– penetrated your entire being, like he not only knew, but owned your every thought. Making you question all and everything. Even yourself.
His violence was part of that beauty. She knew it was too big a part of him, for him to ever change. She didn't needed him to change. She never cared much for the opinion of people she didn't know, or hadn't had in high regards anyway, so she wasn't afraid of people's opinion when the truth would finally come out and the entire faction would know they would be dating.
People would call her crazy –or suicidal– no doubt. They would question her common sense of interacting with a guy like that, on such an intimate scale. Sure, a lot of women wanted to have a piece of him. She'd heard whispers about Eric's sex reputation in the faction – how could she not? – and she'd come to the conclusion Eric had gone through his fair share of women before she'd joined Dauntless. But that was just sex. For Dauntless – and Amity alike, by the way – sex wasn't that big of a deal. Dauntless did it for the thrill. Amity to spread the love. But in neither case it was necessarily intimate.
For intimacy you needed to stick around.
For intimacy you needed to open yourself up, and let another one in.
In Amity, this meant trusting someone with your worst thoughts and feelings.
In Dauntless, this meant trusting someone with your best.
None of his hookups had been intimate with Eric. Of that she was sure. Not in the way she had been. And for some reason it made her oddly giddy... To be the only one he trusted enough to be kind to.
But it wasn't enough.
Keena wanted to return the favor. She wanted to be there for him like he'd been there for her. She wanted to soothe his wounds and help carry his burdens. She wanted to understand him like he always seemed to understand her. To be able to give him what he needed, even when he didn't know what that was himself.
But she couldn't.
And not because of any shortage in wanting or trying to on her part, but because simply trusting her enough to show her his kind and thoughtful side was not the same as letting her in. Yes, she had been granted peeks of that beautiful garden laying beyond his spiky scary walls, but it was merely by looking through the cracks. Each stroke of her hand would make his walls crumble just that tiny bit more, but it was up to him when he would invite her in. It was up to him when he would finally trust her enough to care for and nourish his vulnerable garden.
Perhaps one day he would let her.
Perhaps one day he would let her in.
But until that day came, she would take what she could get. She was at his mercy. He decided when – and if – his kindness would shine through. And until he would trust her with more, she would be here to –at the very least– soothe his exterior wounds. She might not be able to help carry his burdens, but she could take away some of the pain.
She squeezed his hand tighter between her own and kissed his sore knuckles again. And then again. And again. And again. She kissed them all and then some more. His chapped skin felt rough on her lips, but she quite liked the difference in texture. Yet another example of how their disparities seemed to compliment each other.
Rough – soft.
Anger – smiles.
Warm – cold (body temperature).
Cold – warm (display of character).
Big – small.
Her pillowy lips still tracing the outline of knuckles, Keena snuggled even closer against him, at complete ease to be here, in his arms. Outside the birds were still chirping, some singing a little song. As a kid, she'd often wished to be a bird instead, figuring that in that way, she could be free to go wherever she pleased. Unburdened from responsibilities and social conformation... But right now, there was nowhere else she'd rather be, than right here in his arms.
The soft but sudden kiss on her shoulder startled her enough to jump away from his touch, but luckily Eric's tightening hold on her prevented her from going far.
"Good morning." His delicious voice rumbled near her ear, and Keena briefly wondered if there had ever been words more true.
It was a good morning. In fact, it was a great morning. Perhaps even the best she'd ever had. Or at the very least, the most peaceful one.
Keena made an attempt to turn around in his embrace so she could face him, but he didn't let her get very far, opting to nuzzle his face into the crook of her neck instead. His lips latching onto her skin.
She hummed in appreciation, her body reflexively responding by granting him further access and grinding against him. She couldn't help the small intake of breath when she felt his morning wood press into her from behind.
Eric growled against her skin in appreciation, sounding particularly rogue, and he rolled his hips against her arse for good measure. She played along, rubbing against him. A soft moan escaping her throat as his teeth scraped over the pulse in her neck.
"Did you sleep well?" He breathed, showering her with small kisses on her jaw. Keena had expected him to sound smug about it, but to her surprise he sounded genuinely curious. Happy too.
"Hmm." She hummed, angling her face so she could peck him on the lips. "Never better." And it was true.
He attacked her mouth then, claiming it into a soaring kiss. She easily obliged and opened up for him, moaning as their tongues reunited in their battle of wills. She played the game for a little bit, but to be honest her heart wasn't in it. She didn't care for dominance right now, she only cared for him and his touch. So she let him. She let him dominate the kiss. She let him be the alpha taking control.
He could take all of her if he pleased.
His fingers explored her skin, leaving shivers in their wake. Her own hands reached behind her, one on the back of his neck, pulling him closer, the other grasping his hip so she could grind agains him more thoroughly. She was aroused –so aroused– her body aching for this for months. Skin to skin. Flesh to flesh. Heat to heat.
Yesterday had been great and all – and emotionally overwhelming – but her body was aching for something more right now. Yearning to be filled.
"Eric." Her voice like a whisper, swallowed up by his kiss. But he heard her anyway, understanding her meaning. Her request. Her needs.
His hands grabbed her hips with force and yanked her arse flush against his manhood , so it was now gliding between cheeks, heading for her center. The girt of his size spread her buns wide around him and with every roll of her hips, she could feel his thick throbbing head inch closer and closer to her waiting core.
When it got there, sliding between her slick wet folds, Keena half-expected him to quickly fill her up from behind, but he didn't. Instead, he took his time to position it at her entrance, circling her entrance in a teasing way. A labored hiss escaped his lips when he found her hot and ready for him.
"Oh. Fuck." He swore loudly, sinking his teeth into her shoulder in an act of self-restraint. "You're fucking soaked, little one." She loved the nickname. For some reason, it didn't make her feel small or insignificant, but rather protected and cherished.
She hummed her agreement, squeezing her cheeks together around his throbbing cock, hoping to lure him deeper into her core. Dear god, she fucking needed him there. She wanted him to plunge in and take her for all she had. She wanted him to fuck her until her legs turned to jelly. She wanted him to fill her up and make her scream, until his name was the only name she remember.
"I know." She challenged. "So what the hell are you waiting for?"
Eric chuckled, but didn't drive into her like she'd expected him to do. Instead he leaned into her, until his lips were grazing her ear. His rumbling voice sending shivers down her spine.
"I'm going to make love to you. Then I'm going to fuck you. And then I'm going to make love to you again. Understood?"
She didn't have time to respond. Not with his large hand on her stomach, pressing her close. Not with the thumb of his other flicking her painfully taut nipple. Not when his teeth sunk down in her neck, feasting upon the flesh. And especially not when his impossibly swollen member pushed inside of her, stretching her up in the most tantalizing ways.
She was wet. So wet. And yet her cannel didn't accommodate him at first. Perhaps after months and months of celibacy she wasn't accustomed to his size anymore. But he slowly pushed on and her tissue stretched around him until he was all the way inside.
A strangled moan left her lips. Sweet-sweet pain consuming her. She could feel him deep down inside of her, filling her up completely.
"Oh, fuck." He swore, just as awestruck by the feeling. "I'd forgotten how tight you were."
She couldn't take it any longer. She needed more.
"Move, Eric!" She pleaded, stretching her neck so she could kiss him again.
And move he did. So painfully fucking slowly.
He withdrew his shaft but let the head inside before slowly pushing back inside of her. Both of them moaning against each others lips. They were breathing too heavily to really kiss, but their lips were attached to one another nonetheless. Both of them just happy to share each other's air while he pumped inside of her.
The movements of his hands were just as slow and roamed over her body without clear destination, just happy to touch.
"Oh, fuck." Eric swore again and she opened her eyes to find his open already, solely focussed on her face.
She was panting as he continued his trusts, the feeling of it overwhelming her, but she refused to close her eyes again. Instead she hold his piercing ones, amazed by the sudden warmth in them.
His hand came up from her stomach to her shoulder, briefly teasing her nipple in it's wake. He pulled out of her fully then and pushed her shoulder down on the mattress, so she was now laying on her back, gazing up at him. He crawled over her, the taut muscles of his torso flexing as he held himself up on his arms, his hips rolled onto hers. She could feel his succulent head positioning itself at her entrance, teasing her slick folds with shallow thrusts. But he didn't push in. Not quite yet.
His eyes were dark and stormy, full of lust and something else. Was it amazement? Awe? Love? All of them? Keena stared up at his face in wonder. Was it possible to die from love? Her blood was rushing in her ears, her heartbeat drumming against her ribcage. She wanted him so much. She wanted him on her, inside of her, everywhere.
"You're so fucking beautiful, did you know that?" He whispered, surprising her with this seemingly out of nowhere statement. He reached in for a peck on her lips. "So fucking beautiful." He murmured again, against her lips this time.
And then he pushed inside of her again, eliciting a breathy moan from her throat. He set his pace, less slowly this time, yet still nowhere near the speed of 'fucking'. His inquisitive hand smoothed down over her leg until he reached her knee, pulling it up and then pushing it down onto the mattress against her waist. Spreading her open for him to drive in that extra inch.
The moved in unison. Him rolling his hips and pushing inside of her. Her meeting his every thrust. Their mouths were engaged with this endless stream of sweet kisses, gasps and new endearments, telling each other just how much they've missed the other.
Keena meowed and purred beneath him, her hands clawing at his back. At loss at what else to do. She had never experienced anything like this. So intimate. So deep and slow. So needy yet calm.
"Don't ever shut me out again." He bit suddenly, and Keena opened her eyes to find his clammed shut. His breath heavily labored.
"Eric." She prodded, her hands stroking down his back, feeling the taut muscles flex beneath her fingertips with every thrust inside of her.
He was just so goddamn strong. So muscular. So manly. To think about the fumbling 'men' she had slept with in Amity... How thin and puny they were. How measly. They were nothing compared to him. Could never compare.
Eric didn't respond. Instead, he continued his slowly set pace with more forceful strokes. He came so deep. So fucking deep inside of her. And she could't help the load moan from escaping.
He grunted her name, pushing inside with her with more and more force. His eyes still clamped shut. But she didn't want him to. She wanted him to look at her. To see what he was doing with her. To see how much she cared.
"Eric, look at me." Keena ordered, cupping his face and bringing her head up to bump her forehead against his. As if to remind him she was there, right in front of me.
"I can't." Eric growled, his fingers holding her hips in a bruising grip.
"Yes, you can." She encouraged, her obstinance getting lost in her pleasurable gasps as he was pistoling himself inside of her. "Eric. Fucking look at me."
He opened his eyes, his mouth slightly hanging open because of his labored breaths. He was panting same as hers, and she was awestruck by the darkness in his eyes. It was obvious he had been holding herself back for her purposes only. Because he promised to make love to her. And he did.
It was time to fuck now.
"Eric." She moaned. "Take me." She ordered with determination. "Fucking take me like you need to. I'm all yours."
He didn't need to be told twice.
His eyes clouded over with a sinister look in his eyes, his grip on her hips now painfully straining. There would definitely be bruises tomorrow.
Good. She wanted them there. She wanted the evidence of being claimed by Eric once again. She wanted her skin to tell of their reunion. To know – even when he was not around – that she hadn't dreamed it. And she wanted him to have that evidence on his body too.
She clawed at his back when he pushed inside of her with full force, filling her up to the brink over and over again. His pace quickened and his hands got rowdy, desperate to grab onto every part of her. He gripped both of her knees and pushed them down into the mattress on either side of her hips, his huge pulsing cock reaching a point inside of her that had her screaming out in pain.
She tried to muffle the sound by stretching her neck and burying her face inside the pillow, but he snatched it out from underneath her and threw it on the floor.
"If you're going to scream, you're going to fucking scream for anyone to hear." He hissed possessively, quickening his pace even more. It was too much. His rough voice brought her over the edge, drunk with want.
She screamed out his name as her walls collapsed around him, her legs turning into jelly. Her arms clung onto his neck for dear life, her head bobbing up and down as he continued to fuck her through it.
The bed squeaking, creaking and waggling forcefully on impact of his unrelenting thrusts. Eric grabbed the headboard with one of his hands, his other still on her knee, and continued to push into her.
"Yes, that's it." He panted wickedly. "Come all over my cock. Scream my name. Let them know who owns this pussy." She swore, his words made her come a second time, her first orgasm not even fully finished.
"Yes. Yes! Yes!" She raved. "Yes, Eric. Yes!"
He flipped her over then, entering her from behind as he pulled her on all fours. The new angle had her scream again and she could hear his raw grunts coming from behind her. She moved her back against him, just desperate for that painful friction. She didn't think she would ever have enough.
"Oh, yes." He breathed too, smacking her ass with force. "Show how much he want this cock." He sped up. "Show me how much you missed this."
His hand came out to her clit, pressing down on it and making her come another time. Again screaming his name. Always, screaming his name.
His stamina was perplexing. One would thing that after so long he would join her in at least one of her first three orgasms, but he didn't. Instead, he flipped her over again and pulled her on his lap. She was straddling him, back further until she was bobbing up and down as he ravished on her tits. Groping them like his life depended on it and sucking her swollen pink nipples inside his mouth.
"Tell me." He ordered, distracting his mouth away from her tits, kissing and biting the skin in her neck instead. "Did you let anyone else ever see you like this? Did you fuck somebody else's dirty little cock when you were horny without me?"
She shook her head, but since his face was buried in the crook of it, she was pretty sure he couldn't tell. Not with her vertical movements taken into account as well.
At once he threw her of of him, making her morn the loss of his cock inside, and maneuvered her down on all fours again. He slapped her arse again, breathing loudly in her ear.
"I asked you a fucking question." He sneered in all his glorious jealousy. "You're a soldier now. And soldiers answer their superiors." Oh yes! New roll-play. "Even the little horny ones such as yourself!"
He moved on top of her. His chest pushing her back down into the mattress. "Well?!" He bellowed, positioning himself at her butthole. Things were about to get rough.
He shoot forward without warning and she cried out loud. Louder than ever before. His large cock claiming her in her rose butt was both painful and a bliss.
"No." She gave her answer at last, as he pistoled himself inside of her slowly. Her breaths came out like whimpers. She was so aroused, her pussy pulsing and clamping on its own. Dripping her waisted juices down her leg.
"No, what?!" He sneered, retracting his penis and shooting it forward with more force.
"No, sir." She breathed as he continued to fuck her arse, his hand coming out to play with her clit. "You were the only one. Ever since I've met you, you've been the only one. There is no one else. You're all I think about when playing with myself."
To say her admission surprised her was an understatement.
He was out of her within the blink of an eye, swirling her around with such force she jolted of the bed. He didn't seem to care, though, and followed her instead, his sweaty body rolling over hers as he cupped her face.
His eyes were still dark with a sinister lust, but there was something else too. Warmth and surprise.
"What?" He asked, cupping her face and shaking his head at her in disbelieve. She could feel his member twitching as it slowly slicked between her folds again.
She grunted with want, moving against him and rubbing her nipples agains his chest.
"Isn't it obvious?" Keena asked. "I tried to hide and fight it but I was yours from the moment I'd met you."
Eric didn't respond. Not with words anyway. Instead he pushed inside her again, the slow and tantalizing pace returning. He grunted her name over and over and over again. She gasped and trembled beneath him. Her finger playing with his hair and caressing the sides of his face in a loving embrace.
His slick sweaty body rolled over her, rubbing them together and squeezing out all remaining air between the. Not even having him inside of her was enough to fill their longing for each other.
"Oh, Keena." He grunted hoarsely against her lips. His hands holding onto her face as well.
They were both trembling and slithering against each other. Their movements feverish, but not frenzied. She could feel herself build up to that ultimate high again and this time it felt like he would come with her.
His shaft was pulsing and twitching. His balls aching with need to release. His large head stroking inside of her – up and and down, up and down – was throbbing with anticipation. The couldn't talk anymore. Only breath. Just breath.
Raved breaths.
Restless pants.
Needing whines.
And then she came, looking him straight in the eye and she could see him – so close – just one more push. He penetrated her another two, three, four times as her walls were fluttering around him and then he came himself. She felt him ejaculate, pulsing inside of her and she milked him worth for every drop of his hot sperm. Claiming his seed as her own suddenly seemed the most important thing in the world. His spurts came deep and his eyes never left hers as he whispered her name one last time, before collapsing on top of her, resting his forehead in the crook of her neck.
Yes. They would definitely need some time to catch their breath.
His softening member was still inside of her and Eric didn't seem inclined to do much about it... And frankly, neither did she want him to. She liked it just fine. So, they just laid there in silence. She on the floor and he on top of her, inside of her, while both of them tried to calm their racing hearts.
She let her small and shaky fingers roam over his back lovingly, tracing the outlines of his strongly defined muscles that now laid resting in her embrace. Yes. She liked this just fine. And with a soaring feeling of love in her heart, she kissed his temple.
She would never let him go again.
Okay, so that was it for now. Please make sure to review! I get so happy when you guys take the time to do so (compliments, tips, criticism... anything is welcome). It shows you care! Which makes me care about this story too.
Keep safe!
