Tris POV
The next morning I am the first one to wake up and I simply take a minute to stare at Eric. The difference sleep has on his features is just remarkable and I wish I could see him more often like this. Vulnerable, relaxed and peaceful. Maybe that's what I have to focus on? Bringing Eric to a state where he is at peace with himself and mindful enough to be a good leader without prompting. He has it in him, I just need to help him bring it out more often.
There is a significant amount of stubble that I have not realized the days prior and my fingers rub gently over it. The sensation makes me want to giggle, instead I decide to just go ahead and press my lips softly to his.
I inadvertently wake Eric up, which was not my intention, but he doesn't seem to care much. Even in his half awake state he responds in kind and we kiss until we run out of oxygen. I feel sorry for giving him another erection, but we keep it to kisses only and barely stop when we hear the others beginning stir.
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After a hot breakfast we pack our things and head for the truck. We divided the camping equipment the day before and it is fast going now. Before I know it we have reached the wall and Eric and I bid Tobias and Peter goodbye.
"Come on." Eric grabs my hand and together we enter the thick growth of trees once more.
For the first few markers we are quiet, but after the fifth marker Eric finally speaks up.
"We still have to talk about yesterday," he grumbles and I sigh. "Tris, this is important. I don't want to push you. You have to know your mind and make your decisions with calculation and not in the heat of the moment. We want to focus on you being able to accept other people's touches. Learning how to make me cum in my pants is secondary."
Eric is crass and I think this is another calculated move.
"So if I make a plan of how I want to proceed and follow through with the steps I assign then you are happy to proceed?" I am purposely keeping it vague and Eric nods. "Yes, you make a plan and then you try and stick with it. So I would suggest you think about what we did yesterday and if you are comfortable to repeat it."
I swallow hard. "You would let me?"
"Of course. Did you not notice how I benefited?" Eric smirks and I want to kick him.
"I did but I also want to explore some more. I want to see and feel and taste." The last one I throw in because I know what men like, according to Christina and Marlene, that is. I have blushed through a lot of girl talk but I was still there and paid attention. My Erudite wants to experiment and learn while my Abnegation tries to hide in bed with the pillow covering her eyes and ears. "Are you willing to be my guinea pig, Eric? Will you let me do whatever I want with your body?" It seems I have stunned Eric and he takes a minute to answer.
"If you manage to not blush with my touch I will let you explore tonight," he states and focuses back on counting steps so we can continue marking our progress.
"This is as far as we got the other day," Eric suddenly remarks and I check my watch.
"Really? We made good time then." I am really pleased with this development.
"Come on. Let's sit down for a snack and then we go another two hours." Eric pulls his backpack off, leans it against the wall and sits on a downed tree. I follow suit and pull a bag of nuts from my pocket, holding it out for Eric to share. He does the same with his fruit leather and the combination is quite good.
"Can we talk about some changes for initiation," I ask out of the blue, and Eric motions for me to go ahead. "I think we should let initiates surrender in fights. We need them to be in a shape where they can continue their training. If you pitch the wrong people against one another then someone might be too hurt to train properly. Fights were sometimes very unevenly matched," I explain, bringing my first issue up.
"No, Tris, this would send the wrong message," Eric states and I gape at him.
"You hung Christina over the Chasm to show you are holding our lives in your hand. Maybe a different approach will cause less infighting and underhanded tactics. Do you really want to see other initiates stabbed or thrown into the Chasm?" I am on a roll here because I am personally involved.
"Whoa, Tris, I think you misunderstood something drastically," Eric exclaims and I snort.
"Enlighten me," I demand and raise my eyebrow in a clear challenge.
"Why do you think we tell initiates they can not give up in a fight?" Eric doesn't explain anything and it annoys me a bit that he just asks for my opinion.
"Because you want to have only the tough and ruthless ones pass initiation with a high enough ranking." I don't even bother to state it as a question.
"No, Tris, we want you to learn from the beginning that giving up is not an option, because we expect you to do whatever it takes to protect our people. If it was you against two men, would you give up and let them pass you and enable them to harm others?" I shake my head no. "Would you give up learning how to shoot a bullseye every time you fire your weapon just because it is easier to stop when your arms hurt instead of pushing through the pain and learning how to do it despite your agony?"
"Okay, I do see your point, but was it really necessary to hang Christina over the Chasm," I challenge.
Eric sighs. "No, that was me being pissed off that day and I let it out on all of you. She needed to learn that we can't give up but I could have handled it better. I didn't want to, though, but she did not come to harm. I was close enough to catch her," Eric has the audacity to state.
"No, you were not. She slipped multiple times. She was already injured from her fight and you told Al we couldn't help her up. To be frank, you were an insensitive ass," I finish.
"I would have caught her," Eric states stubbornly.
"Eric, one of the lesson I have to teach you is admitting when you were wrong," I reproach and he nods for me to go ahead. "You have to stop lying to yourself. You almost killed an initiate just to prove your point. You could have handled it differently and you know it. You like playing the ruthless leader, but the way I know you now - that isn't you. Yes, life in Dauntless is tough but come on! The other leaders are able to balance it way better and they earn the respect as much as the fear. You have based your rule on fear and that has to change. How about our first step will be listening to reason?"
"Like what? You can't give up in a fight, that has to be taught, Tris."
"Then we will find a new way to bring it home, one without someone almost getting killed," I state, and Eric sighs deeply.
"I need my reputation, Tris. Being a transfer and the youngest leader, being second ranked to boot, gives you not many choices to establish yourself. Dauntless is nothing for pussies."
"Dauntless is not as ruthless as you make it out to be. There is genuine friendship, there is camaraderie and then there is the drinking and the constant parties. Let's skip the free for all sexual exploration for a moment. You can get pierced, tattooed, you can dress how you like and choose your hairstyle and color, how you live and with who you live. There is so much more to Dauntless than you see and none of it requires you to be ruthless. If you have to break up a fight, maybe, but otherwise just be there. Be a part of it all and you will earn their respect the right way." I feel exhausted and we have only begun. "Let's go to a party together when we get back and just participate in the harmless fun," I suggest, and Eric laughs.
"I went to parties and I have fucked my way through the women willing to sleep with a ruthless leader." Eric sounds rather proud of himself.
"Wouldn't you like it better if the women came to you because of who you are and not your job? And also, monogamy is nothing bad, Eric. It is nice to be able to rely on someone that gets to know you so well that they can anticipate what you want and need. A give and take," I end but I should have known that would give him more ammunition.
"I have taken plenty and given in return, they never complained."
Yep, he went there and I am just going to ignore it for now.
"We will work on your scare tactics," I simply announce with a shrug.
"Come on, break is over," Eric declares and helps me off the log and into my backpack. "Let's go!" And my hand is back in his while we quietly walk and count steps. This time Eric changes the game by rubbing his thumb over my skin as we hold hands. Another thirty minutes in and he pulls slightly ahead of me and uses our stretched arms as an excuse to rub the pads of his fingers over the soft skin on my wrist. It gives me goosebumps but I don't blush.
Time to turn the table? Thank you, god, for gifting me Marlene and Christina.
I slow down to a stop and gently pull my hand out of Eric's. "Just a moment," I mumble while already taking my hat off and putting it between my legs. Next, I remove my hair tie and run my fingers through the strands to untangle them. He is looking, good. Now I throw my head forward and I gather it together, creating a bun with the hair tie and expose my neck. Lifting my face it is flushed from the blood flow into my cheeks, but I know it is nothing like blushing. And we are at the highlight of this little display: I am gently massaging my exposed neck all the way into my hair, moaning in delight when the sore muscles get treated. My eyes are closed, but I can sense it when Eric steps closer. I can feel his hot breath on my neck just before his lips move from my neck to my ear. His nose rubs me gently and his lips retreat back to the nape of my neck. Then his fingers remove mine from my skin and hair and replace them. I moan loudly to show my approval and lean into his touch.
Eric is quiet but I am not. I honestly can't suppress any of the sounds his fingers elicit, the gentle scalp massage and the soft tugging on my hair just make me want to ask for more. Instead of begging I undulate my body against his, searching for something. Christina and Marlene both indicated that this is great foreplay and I have to agree. It turns me on. My inhibitions are vanishing by the second and this is something I haven't counted on yet it was my ultimate goal.
One of Eric's hands stays in my hair, rubbing, tugging and massaging, but the other slowly makes its way along my neck, towards my throat. He gently encircles it and positions me slightly differently than I had been. Before long his hand wanders again and it moves to my chest. My jacket it thick and I don't feel too much, just enough to know he is sizing my breasts before moving down to my stomach. "Oh yesss..." I hiss when he spreads his fingers and pushes me closer to him, oh so close. I really can not stop my body from responding. My hips are circling and I know my bottom is rubbing against Eric. He moans lowly, but neither of us stops. I know Eric is not wearing as many layers as I am and I can feel the firmness of his erection. I really want to turn around, but I follow his instructions and just slightly bend my head to the side, exposing my neck and Eric can't resist. His lips find my skin and stay glued to it. The sensations are phenomenal and when Eric sucks hard on my pulse point I am shocked by my loud moan.
"Shhh, Tris," is all Eric says before reattaching his lips. The harder he sucks, the more force I put behind my hips. His lips detach from my skin and I can feel his harsh breath wafting over me time and time again. We are both panting heavily and I feel like this is something I have only dreamed about in my wildest fantasies.
The sound of a stick breaking has us breaking apart suddenly, it is like someone fired a gun or dosed us with ice cold water. We are both on alert, looking around with our guns drawn. Eric carefully maneuvers us so our back is to the wall and we are able to see all other directions.
Another stick breaks to our right and I stare carefully into the dark mass of bushes and trees. Then there is the sound of leaves rustling as someone pushes past them, just before a brown and creme colored head comes into view. What the fuck?
Eric slowly holsters his gun, but I keep mine out, not sure I can trust the peaceful appearance.
"It's just a deer, Tris," Eric pushes my hand with the gun to the far side and the deer looks at us, startled, before dashing away to where it came from.
"And what made you think it was the only thing out there," I question and Eric sighs.
"Oh, there is more out there, but what we need to worry about more being distracted like this." Eric doesn't sound happy. "This is a complication I did not foresee," he admits and I smile at him. "There is nothing remotely funny about what just happened, Tris." Eric is getting angry but I can't withhold the smile from growing brighter.
"Thank you for your candor," I whisper and hug him.
"The fuck? Tris, don't say that shit again, that's just wrong." Eric exclaims.
"I am happy you are able to admit you didn't see this coming although I don't like to be referred to as a complication. Maybe we need to work on your positive outlook?" I smirk at him and he pinches my bottom.
"Ouch," I exclaim, rubbing where it stings. "What did you do that for?"
"My positive outlook is to get you alone in a tent and spend the night testing your resilience. Now what do you say to that?" He smirks at me like he is sure this is a win for him.
"I would say that I am looking forward to it," I tell him boldly.
"What happened to you, Stiff?" Eric sounds almost shocked.
"You did, Eric. You said I have to work on becoming more acquainted with intimacy and resolve the issues I have. I have to say you are doing a marvelous job," I smirk at him and he growls.
"I am corrupting you," Eric declares and I smile.
"Yes you are. You are a great teacher," I smile at him and flutter my eyelashes, exaggerating the whole movement.
"Why am I not sure if I am really the one who is doing the seducing and corrupting," Eric grumbles quietly. He is not that loud, but I still hear him.
"We wanted to work as a team and we are quite good at that, Eric. I don't mind being corrupted or seduced by you. You are not the asshole you pretended to be and I will help you show your true self to the faction," I state.
"But I don't want that. I like my reputation and we agreed to make some changes, not a total make over. I need to be scary to some, Tris. What would happen if Uriah and Zeke thought everything was just for show?" I shudder at that and Eric nods his head. "Exactly!"
"Okay, fine - you can keep some of your bad reputation but you will act more humane when needed and you will admit when you went wrong somewhere. This is non-negotiable, Eric. Let me do what I promised to do. Together we can make Dauntless the best faction ever!" I am excited and it shows for Eric actually smiles at me, indulgently, but still a real smile.
"Come on, we need to keep going. Let's eat while we walk, it is getting later and later and I somehow doubt we will be getting out of here tonight." Eric grabs a small bag from his pocket and offers me some protein balls.
We snack and walk and mark. The daylight is fading faster than it should have and when I mention this Eric simply shrugs his shoulders.
"It's either the thick forest or there is another storm brewing, either way we should start on finding a campsite.
Ten minutes later we stumble across a small clearing where we will have enough space to pitch the tent. Because we have to carry everything we went with the bare minimum and that is the tent, isolation mats for the ground and the sleeping bags. We decided to not carry the portable stove and instead opted for another cold meal.
As it seems to be getting colder by the minute we close up the tent tightly and eat inside. There are more layers that I am keeping on compared to the cabin, but I'd rather not freeze to death at night so I am not going to complain.
The tent is well insulated and I am happy with how our body warmth seems to slowly heat the air inside. It will be stale come morning, but for now it is something good.
I silently grab the bathroom kit and leave the tent. When I come back I see Eric took the time to rearrange our mats and sleeping bags. They are now pushed together and create one larger bed with Eric's sleeping bag open on top and mine put aside as a blanket for both of us.
"The choice is always yours," Eric murmurs while trailing a finger down my cheek before grabbing the bathroom kit and leaving me alone with my thoughts.
Am I ready to go further than I have? Do I want to go further with Eric? Yes, I decide, I do. We started it and I am actually eager to proceed. Eric is not as bad as he made us think and I quite like him, the new sides I see are captivating and I want to explore and dig deeper.
With that cleared up in my mind I try to decide on the next step and smile when it comes to me.
I am digging in my bag for the clothes I want to wear to sleep and grab two bags with fresh clothes and two towels. Wrapping the bags securely with the towels I then put them where you would expect pillows on a normal bed.
I can hear Eric's footsteps as he loudly stomps over to the tent and then, for good measure, calls out to me asking if he can enter. Yes, he is really inconsiderate, isn't he? I almost snort out loud catching myself talking to myself.
"Come in," I say just loud enough and the tent opens, bringing a gust of cold air inside with Eric.
Eric looks me up and down and raises an eyebrow. "Why are you not changed yet? Want me to go back outside?"
Shaking my head I stand up and remove my jacket while looking straight into his eyes.
"Tris..." Eric trails off and none of us say more when I walk over to remove his jacket. I bend down to remove my boots and look pointedly at Eric who gets the hint and takes his off as well.
Next, I take my scarf off, folding and stuffing it inside the sleeve of my jacket. Then I do the same with Eric's, this time I slide my hands up to his neck and gently remove it while trailing my fingers along his throat and chest. His goes inside his own jacket.
I look at him and bite my lip before I remove my sweatshirt. I can hear Eric expel a gust of air, but once more he is silent. I turn back to him and raise my eyebrow as my hands move to the hem of his sweater. Eric nods and lifts his arms up so I can remove it easily. Good, we are getting somewhere. Next I open my pants and slowly slide them down my legs, they are damp so I spread them out over my backpack.
Now I am dressed in warm socks, leggings and and a long sleeved shirt. I look Eric up and down, he is wearing only a t-shirt and his pants.
"You can remove as many layers as you want," Eric tells me in a rough voice.
"Thank you," I whisper for some reason and get to work on his pants,
First the button, then the zipper where I can already feel his erection straining the material. I gently push my hands down on his waistband and slowly, inch by inch, his pants lower until they suddenly pool around his feet. I crouch down to help him step out of them and, while he holds onto me, I fully remove them. Deciding I will leave his socks on for a bit longer I move both of us to stand on the bed. My fingers trail over his chest and down to his hips and with another spur of the moment decision I grab the hem of his t-shirt and move it upwards. Once more Eric helps me and I stare in amazement at his sculpted chest and the many tattoos he has. My fingers itch to track them, but first I need to make it a more level playing field.
I take them hem of my own shirt and pull upwards, revealing the camisole I am wearing. It is a rather fancy one, one of many I own. Yes, I won't wear too revealing clothing but I do feel good wearing something sexy where nobody sees or knows about it.
Eric is staring at the black and red lace in surprise and then grins at me wickedly.
"Who would have guessed," teases and I smile at him.
"Surprise," I grin.
"Yes, indeed." Eric lifts his hand and trails his fingers first along my collarbones and then along the trim of the lace. The camisole comes with a matching bra and I will reveal it soon, but not yet.
Eric's boxers are tented and I am so tempted to touch, but good things come to those who wait, I tell myself. So the next thing I do is remove my leggings. My underpants are nothing spectacular, but the color scheme matches my top.
Eric whistles lowly at my exposed legs. I am fighting the blush and decide to cover it up by slowly removing my camisole. It works and I know for a fact that Eric doesn't look at my face once.
"Please let me touch you!" Eric sounds like he is begging and I am more than happy to oblige. I gently grab his hands and lower us onto the open sleeping bag before moving them to my thighs.
Eric rubs gently over the exposed skin. "How come your skin is so smooth?" I am not sure he wants to have an answer, but I decide he is talking to himself and work up the courage to touch him again. It is easier than I thought and I am starting on his shoulders. The skin is smooth and hot to the touch, I gently move down his arms and I can feel the coarse hair and some scars where his maze tattoo is located.
I will inspect them later, now are more important things to discover.
I slide my fingertips up his arms again, over his shoulders and I trace both collarbones before moving down to his pecs. Eric has both nipples pierced with small rings and I gently tug on one, which causes him to moan. His nipples are little, hard pebbles sticking out and I spread my fingers over his pecs, moving along the well-defined muscles. I do see something dark on his side and turn my head, gently pushing his arm aside. I gasp when I see a script running down his side, two lines deep saying 'He who has overcome his fears will truly be free'.
"It's beautiful," I whisper.
"Aristotle," Eric explains without prompting and I smile at that. He will always be part Nose, even when it comes to his tattoos.
I lean further sideways and peek around him to check his back and I am surprised to see there are no tattoos there.
Eric uses that opportunity to trace my bird tattoo. He doesn't ask about its meaning and I am not offering, instead I move to kneel in front of him and gently push him to lie down. Next I am running my hands over his torso, concentrating more on his abs which are more than well defined. I could have scrubbed my clothes squeaky clean on them.
My fingers move more and more downwards and I finally reach his waistband. I trace along the line and then I wriggle my finger under the elastic and run it left and right.
I know shouldn't tease him so I remove my hand from his stomach and move all the way down to his feet. I kneel down and put both hands on his ankles, then, slowly and surely I make my way up his legs, massaging his calfs a little bit and then his upper thighs. To me, they are massive, and I am amazed that they are actually covered in soft and not coarse hair. The closer I get to the apex of his thighs, the more the tent in his boxers twitches and moves. Due to the black color it is hard to make out the wet spot, but I think I spot it from time to time. I am now kneeling in between Eric's spread legs and he is panting. The rhythm is clearly visible on his abs and chest and I am wondering how to proceed. Eric told me I can explore and I really want to, but am I ready for the price he might demand?
Deciding to proceed with caution I inch my fingers closer and closer and finally run them under the the fabric until I touch his hipbones.
"Tris," Eric moans softly and I look at his wide eyes in wonder.
I am brave, I am fearless, I am Dauntless, I tell myself and tug the fabric down. His erection springs free and it's the first time I am seeing one in real life. I know I have touched it, I know it is like silk covered steel yet when I touch again it feels like the first time. Eric moans louder and I relish the power he has given me. I squeeze gently with my right hand and rub my pointer finger over the tip, gathering the liquid and spreading it around. I am too curious for my own good and while I have both hands on him I bend down to have a closer look at his balls which are enlarged. My hot breath meets his flesh and Eric moans once more as his shaft twitches in my hand and I can feel more moisture leak from the tip.
I am now so close, my nose is touching his skin and I decide to be as bold as I desire. My Erudite is taking over and she wants to know... everything. The hand I had on the tip moves down and gently cradles his balls in my palm. The weight and feel is different than I expected and it's very hard to describe. I don't know what made me do it, I swear, but I bend down and put my lips around them and suck.
Eric's reaction is instant. He bucks his hips and moans loudly. Have to keep that in mind.
Now that my mouth is right there I decide to move it up his shaft. The taste is a bit like soap and I am assuming he did wash himself there recently. When I reach the tip I dip my tongue into the small slit and scoop some of the liquid up. It tastes bitter and salty. Not sure I like it but Eric sure does like me doing it.
I have heard enough about blow jobs to know what is expected and I am so going to give this a try. I lean forward and Eric's hand comes up to stop me.
"Tris, you don't have to do this. You can explore more if you want or you can show me what you want me to teach you about your own body." Eric looks me deep in the eye and I smile at him, nod and then I sink my whole mouth down and onto him.
"Motherfuck," Eric exclaims. "Shit, Tris, I won't last long, baby," he warns me while moaning in pleasure.
"I don't care," I mumble around him. "I want to explore..." I purse my lips and suck hard.
"God, Tris... use your tongue. Trace the veins and the slit on top. Use your hands around the part you don't have in your mouth," Eric instructs breathlessly and his moans are increasing with every piece of advice that I follow. Then his hands land in my hair, they tangle and pull gently and then a bit harsher. "Tris, I am about to come," Eric moans, "if you don't want to swallow you have to lift up now!" He shouts the last part but I only look at him and keep going. Moments later I can feel his penis swell and pulse and I swallow quickly as I have heard it would be the best way to do.
Eric is using curses I have never heard before and they are mighty colorful. Now I know why women like to give blowjobs, they are feeling powerful and the successfully achieved orgasm has something empowering. I feel mighty good about myself and the selfish part of me is rejoicing at having persevered while the Abnegation in me shakes her head at the impropriety of such scandalous behavior while also praising the selflessness of giving someone else pleasure. My Erudite is not satisfied and hastily drawing up plans for further explorations. To her this was just the first of many experiments - I like her.
Eric's hand gently prying my mouth open brings me back to the here and now. I let his slowly deflating penis slide out of my mouth and follow the guide of his outstretched hand upward to lie down with my shoulder safely wedged under his armpit.
Eric looks me in the eye and slowly lowers his lips to mine. I have no problem kissing him if he doesn't, after all, my mouth was on him.
The kiss is like a thank you and promise of more.
"What am I going to do with you, Tris," Eric sighs, and I smirk.
"Letting me explore your body again whenever it pleases me," I tease, and he chuckles.
"And what about your body? Is that fair game to me as well?" Eric is teasing, but there is a serious underlying note to it.
"We shall see... Eric?"
"Yes?"
"I don't think I will be able to have sex with you if this is just a one time thing," I softly explain my growing worry.
Eric's hand finds my back and rubs soothing circles while his lips find mine once more. "Tris, I have never let a woman have free reign over my body. I have never felt a connection to someone I had sex with, yet with you I felt connected in a way I don't even know how to explain - a connection that has been there from the moment we met. I would have never let you get away with all the things I did if it wasn't for this feeling of ... being kindred?" He closes his eyes and scrunches his face in concentration. "I hate not finding the right words," Eric growls and I can't stop the snort. "What?!"
"Welcome to the club," I lean up and kiss his mouth softly. "We are all feeling like this and it's nice to see you struggle just like us commoners."
"Oh shut up," Eric grumbles and I am giggling, which seems to antagonize Eric. "Tris, be serious for a moment. What I was trying to say is that even if I tried to fuck and forget you, I highly doubt it would be working. You have had the ability to get under my skin from the get go. You were defiantly making your way to the ledge and I couldn't help the admiration. Then you silently stood your ground when I goaded you during your official introduction in the cafeteria. I have been watching you, but I don't think I realised what it really meant. Tris, I want to be with you. I want to be more because of you. I want to be deemed worthy of you and that inadvertently makes me want to become a better leader and Dauntless. I am selfish and this will never change, but you make me selfish for all the right reason."
And suddenly I do understand so much of what has happened. Not just these last two weeks but all that has been going on yet never made sense since the moment I dropped my blood on the coals.
"So we become a couple," I state and shrug my shoulders to give Eric the impression this is not as big of a deal.
"Only if that is really what YOU want, Tris. I am an adult. I am a leader. Don't go making concession to keep me happy," Eric warns.
"I am not, I swear. I want to give us a chance because I did feel the connection too, I just did not know what it was." I admit and Eric sighs. I lean back up to kiss Eric because this is something that has me on the verge of becoming addicted.
We are getting lost in the kiss and enough time passes for Eric to recover and poke me with his erection once more.
"I am helpless when it comes to you," he shrugs. "There is no self-control and my body craves you like nothing else."
I am smitten and move to touch him again, which he lets me do, but this time he also grabs hold of my breasts and starts massaging them. It's both of us moaning now. I am pushing his boxers all the way down and Eric is completely naked. He grabs my camisole and pushes it slowly up and over my head, exposing my matching bra.
"This has to go, Tris," Eric mumbles through a mouthful of my breast and I can feel his hands searching for the clasp on my back. I lean slightly back and move my own hands to my cleavage where the clasp is actually hidden at the front of my bra. Making a big deal out of unhooking the metal bars before Eric nudges my hand impatiently with his nose. I give up with a grin and he attaches his lips to my nipple, causing me to moan. His hands fully remove the bra and come back to massage my mounds. They are not what people consider to be large, but at least I am not flat chested. Eric trails his lips up my throat and neck, finally landing on my mouth while both his hands massage my chest. His fingers tweak my nipples into hard buds and the persistent action makes heat pool in my belly.
While we are kissing and Eric's hands never leave my breasts he is also maneuvering us around and I am finding myself flat on my back with him hovering over me, rubbing his erection against my thighs. I can feel the moist trail he leaves with his movements and involuntarily I move my hips closer and spread my legs so he can settle right in between.
"Oh yes," I hiss into his mouth. Now we are talking...
Eric's mouth leaves mine once more and slowly licks and sucks his way down to my breasts. He captures a nipple in his mouth and sucks hard. The sensation is nothing I have felt before. It hurts, but it turns me on at the same time. I rub my thighs against him and Eric takes this as a sign to suck even harder. When I rub myself more and more against him he is proven right.
Without any warning he lets go and kisses his way further down, spending a little bit of time at my belly button. We both know this is not the end goal and he finally moves to my panties. He nudges his nose right into the apex of my thighs and inhales deeply before looking up at me.
"Yes, Eric," I hiss through clenched teeth and he doesn't waste time. His thumbs hook into the waistband and he gently pulls my panties off.
"Fuck, Tris, you are bare," Eric exclaims and I smirk without another word.
Eric gets comfortable and his hands pull my legs wider open, allowing his probing gaze to meet my core. His tongue darts out and makes contact with my clit and I arch my back. I would have bucked my hips, but his hold on me is tight.
I moan when Eric licks me and I hiss when he sucks my clit into his mouth. He purses his lips and sucks hard and I can feel the sensations double and triple. My clit is bright red with the increased bloodflow and swollen, Eric settles on a mix of sucking and tongue swirling and I can feel the orgasm approaching fast. My breath hitches and I silently succumb to the sensations.
"I want to hear you," Eric commands and renews his attacks on my flesh. One of the hands that helped spread me open for his ministrations moves and he now slides a finger through the liquid that has been pooling by my core. I can feel him gather the moisture and spread it around before one finger slowly and gently pushes against my opening.
"Please don't hurt me," I moan out.
"Never," Eric's voice vibrates against my clit.
"Don't make promises you can't keep! I know it will hurt the first time..." I trail off with another moan when he pushes his pinky inside me.
I feel full and stretched already, how is he going to fit? I know people do it all the time and it will fit, yet this is still what comes to the forefront of my mind.
"I will try everything I can to not hurt you," Eric repeats and I believe him.
I finally give up and throw my head back. Who needs to see when there is so much to feel.
Eric moves his pinky gently in and out while staying connected to my clit. It is sensitive and I don't know why he doesn't move away, but I have to trust him to know what he is doing. Oh damn, he switched to a larger finger. I can feel the stretch but there is more give than before.
I am moaning loudly when he sucks hard and suddenly pushes a second finger inside me. The contrasting sensations are weirdly good. Before long Eric pushes one more finger inside me. He has three in there, I think to myself and then moan when I can feel my next orgasm approach. How can it be, I wonder and succumb to another mind blowing orgasm. Are they better because it is not me who is attempting one or because he really knows what he is doing? It doesn't matter at all. Eric slowly kisses his way back up and I can feel his leaking erection dragging along my leg, higher and higher until he is very close to my core. Eric is towering over me when he rises onto his elbows and knees.
"What do you want, Tris? Whatever it is, I will give you. We can sleep, we can cuddle and kiss or we we can take our relationship to the next level if you feel that you are ready." Eric kisses the sensitive area behind my ear and down to my neck before moving back up to kiss me squarely on the lips.
Just like he did not care earlier, I don't care where his lips have just been and kiss him back with enthusiasm.
Realizing I made up my mind earlier and it still holds true, I slowly open my legs further before lifting them up in the air and putting my heels on Eric's lower back, gently pushing down.
"Are you sure? There is no rush. I don't want you to regret anything later... to regret us..."
"Trust me," I whisper and Eric nods immediately. So when I push my feet against him once more he obliges and lowers himself until he is pressed against my opening.
We both moan at the sensation of being this close. There is one more hurdle and then I am irrevocably his.
"Take me," I demand and Eric's eyes widen suddenly.
"I don't have a condom, Tris. I am sorry, but I won't put that risk on you," he tries to move back but I stop him by locking my ankles. This causes him to slide back, right in between my folds.
"I have condoms," I state too loudly and we both cringe. "But we don't need them if you are medically cleared?" I raise my eyebrow at him and his eyes bulge.
"I have never done it without a condom, Tris. And I always get checked, even though diseases are eradicated from Chicago. When did you... why?" I have never seen Eric at a loss for words, it is a rather strange sight.
"Johanna took me aside and recommended a few things to make this long trip with three males easier on the lone female." I smile brightly at him. "Apparently having your period under these conditions would be a nuisance and she helped me prevent it by giving me the new birth control shot, effective immediately and lasting for six months." I kiss Eric and move my pelvis so he slides just a tad more inside me.
"Tris," Eric moans, "I have never done it without a condom and you already are my kryptonite. This is going to be over before it really begins," he worries.
"It doesn't matter," I kiss him once more, "as long as we are not over, I don't care. Just make love to me." Eric eyebrows rise up at my wording but I am not backing down.
"Yes, ma'am," and he gently pushes forward while pushing his tongue into my mouth and groping one breast. The multiple assaults on my senses make me instantly dripping wet and he slides right in without any trouble at all.
We both moan at the new sensations we are experiencing.
"You are so tight," Eric moans while I gasp out a surprised "It didn't hurt."
"Good, then get ready, Tris. This is going to be over soon," Eric warns me just as he pulls back and pushes back in. Yes, this is good. This is right. This is just what I needed. Eric pumps into me a few more times and then rolls us around so I am suddenly on top of him. "Sit up as much as you want and hold onto my shoulders," Eric instructs and I do as requested. He knows what he is doing while I work on instinct. The angle is different and I can actually feel the change take effect. One of Eric's hands gropes my breast while the other moves down to where we are joined and rubs my clit. Our kiss is getting sloppy as we are both distracted by other things.
I am surprised when I feel another orgasm approach, I did not expect it even with Eric doing all he can to trigger one.
"I am sorry," Eric moans and I can actually feel it when he swells and twitches within me, moaning, groaning and hissing his way through his orgasm. This doesn't stop him from rubbing my clit, for which I am thankful, and it gives me the push I needed to conquer the last hurdle. I actually scream when my orgasm hits me and I contract violently around Eric.
"Fuck, yes," Eric smashes his mouth to mine, "that's it, Tris. God... woman... I love you!" and there is stunned silence after his last exclamation. The only sound to be heard is our harsh breathing as our bodies try to calm down.
"Tris, I..." Eric starts and I quickly push my fingers over his mouth.
"Don't say anything you are not sure about," I look at him sternly and he nods. "Good, give it time and we will know what's holding true."
Eric nods and pulls me close to his sweaty chest. I seem to be in no better condition and don't give a shit about it either. I am deep in thought about what comes next and brought out of my musings when I can feel Eric trying to reach for something.
"What do you need?" I look to where his hand is pointed and see his t-shirt. "Are you cold?" I am starting to feel the air cooling my sweat soaked skin.
"We need to clean up, Tris. I thought we could use my t-shirt. No condom means all the semen went into you and what goes in has to come back out," Eric states bluntly and I cringe.
"How about the toilet paper," I suggest and nod to where it is right by the entrance of the tent. Eric nods and wriggles us slowly closer, taking care to not separate us but I can already feel the moisture slowly running out of me and the feeling is rather gross.
We manage to clean up and Eric suggests we put at least underwear and t-shirts on for the night. I sigh but comply because he does have a point.
"I think I might be in love with you," Eric murmurs when we cuddle back on the bed, ready to actually sleep this time.
"Okay, let me know when you know for sure," I mumble seconds before sleep claims me.