A/N: Final chapter of CTD is coming along. 3350 words and counting. BSC 16 is also getting there.
Chapter 5
Eric laid her back on the hearth rug and kissed her until the fire burned down low. Sookie was melty and nervous and so very turned on. And also very aware of the fact that, even though she was fully dressed, he wasn't wearing anything except for a teeny tiny pair of bright red briefs. And brief was an understatement. She ran her hands over his body and explored his smooth, cool skin and the muscles and bones underneath. She moved them into his hair or to stroke his beautiful face or to run along his back and shoulders and sides and the nape of his neck. He had his very talented tongue in her mouth, and there was something very large and hard grinding the centre seam of her jeans into her clit. She couldn't really help rocking a little against him.
He kissed down to her neck and she threw her head back and shivered, a chill running down her spine. After a few kisses and nibbles and sucking bites — with his fangs retracted, for now — he kept going lower, over her shirt, until he got to her breasts. He sucked one of her nipples into his mouth and stroked the other with his thumb.
God, he felt good. And he sure was making her feel good. Like she wanted to float away, and take him with her. She'd gotten along for a long time without any physical intimacy — sexual or otherwise — but this… This was a kind of freedom and pleasure she'd never experienced before and, frankly, had never expected to experience at all. She loved feeling his skin against hers. And his mouth. She had no idea what he was thinking when he darted his tongue in her ear or when he scraped his teeth along her carotid, although she could guess, and the silence was like a gift. Having to guess was so much better.
It felt so good that she wanted to feel more of him. "It opens in the front."
He let go of her nipple so that he could look up at her, obviously a little puzzled.
"My bra. Here."
She reached up under her shirt and unhooked the clasp. She didn't bother trying to take it off, with him on top of her, but the cups had fallen away from her breasts, at least. Her shirt had also ridden up, exposing her flat stomach while keeping all of her soft curves under wraps. For now. It had been a stressful year, and there were more curves than she cared to think about. She was solidly in a size ten instead of an eight these days, and she really wasn't happy about it. He really didn't seem like he was complaining, though. He was rock hard against her leg, and his mouth and hand were back on her breasts, over the fabric of her clothing.
He switched sides, and sucked on her other nipple while running his thumb, back and forth over the wet spot on her shirt. Her eyes were closed in pleasure, although she did peek now and again. Seeing him turned her on even more, but she wanted to savour the feeling, just in case it was the only time she ever got to feel it.
Very slowly, he ran his hand up her belly and under her t-shirt, giving her plenty of chances to stop him. She didn't. He kept going until he was able to cup her breast. He seemed almost to weigh it, and then began to caress her.
"You have such beautiful breasts."
She was feeling a little shy, but she pushed it aside. She looked down at him with a bit of a grin and shrugged with one shoulder. "How do you know? You've never even seen them."
He grinned, too, and accepted the challenge, slowly pulling her shirt over her head. He admired her breasts for close to a minute before leaning down to kiss one and gently stroke the other again.
"I was wrong, my lover. They are much more beautiful than I realized."
He licked her nipple again before he bit it gently with his front teeth and pulled until it stretched enough to almost hurt. He let it go and then soothed the sting by sucking it back into his mouth again.
He pulled back to look at her, brushing his knuckles down her cheek and softly kissing her again. His hand was back on her breast, squeezing it gently. It fit perfectly in his big hand.
"May I carry you to bed?"
She nodded, biting her lip. She was nervous, of course — it was her first time, and it had been a very long time coming — but she didn't have even one regret. She didn't think she would once the heat of the moment had come and gone, either. Well, except for how much harder it was going to be for her when it came time for him to go back to where he'd come from. But that was no reason to stop now. As Gran had always said, "Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof." Tomorrow could worry about itself.
He scooped her up as if she weighed nothing and carried her to her room. He was pleased that she was feeling much more arousal and anticipation than apprehension. And even that was tinged with excitement. He laid her gently on the bed and she sat up a little and pulled her bra the rest of the way off and threw it on the floor before she settled back down on her back. He lay down next to her on his side, pressed up against hers. He kissed her lips softly before moving down, paying attention to her ears and neck.
So slowly, he ran the backs of his fingertips down her body from between her breasts until he got to the button of her jeans. He paused before he popped it and lowered her zipper. He heard her part her lips and felt her tiny sigh rustle his hair a little. It definitely wasn't a signal to stop. He worried the skin of her throat with his teeth and eased his hand under the elastic waistband of her panties. He traced her wet heat with his finger, and she was very wet. She hooked her knee over his hip, spreading her legs for him and giving him lots of room to work. He slid one finger inside her and lightly circled her clit with his thumb. She moaned in pleasure.
He slowly pulled out his hand and rolled up onto his knees and put his hands on either side of her head so he could lean down to kiss her. His hair curtained their faces, and it made everything seem even more intimate. It was like, right then, they were the only two people — or beings, she supposed — in the whole world. He kissed down her body, only paying her breasts a cursory amount of attention this time, until he got to her belly button. He darted his tongue inside.
Her pants were still undone, and he slid them, so carefully, down her legs and off. She had put pretty underwear on after her shower, as much as she'd been berating herself for even considering jumping straight into bed with him, and she was very glad that she hadn't just gone for comfort.
He leaned down and smelled her sex for a moment before licking her and then sucking on her through her panties for just a moment or two. He hesitated again before he pulled them off. This time she thought the pause was for his benefit rather than hers. Like he was committing the experience to memory and wanted to just stretch out the anticipation a little bit longer.
Of course, she was sure that he had committed a million other things to memory, too. Fat lot of good it had done him.
She pulled herself together again. God, she was nervous. It was time to concentrate on the business at hand. And the pleasure. She was a little disappointed when he got off the bed a minute or two later, but it didn't last long. She propped herself up on her elbow to watch.
He pulled his own underwear off, and Sookie was afraid that she was going to drool, even though she was also more than a little intimidated. He was huge. Everywhere. And he was absolutely majestic. His body was well-muscled and perfectly proportioned, and he moved with a fluid grace that kind of made her jealous. His long blond hair was tangled and messy, and it just made him more heart-stoppingly gorgeous. His beautiful pale skin was illuminated by magic and moonlight, and he almost took her breath away.
And she had absolutely no idea how that tiny pair of underwear had kept him contained. His big, hard cock stood proudly in front of him, jutting from a patch of blond hair between his legs. Sookie swallowed, although she wasn't sure if it was in fear or hunger.
"Jesus Christ, Shepherd of Judea."
The corner of his mouth turned up a little. "I will take that as a compliment."
She nodded absently. "It was absolutely meant as one, even if I didn't really mean to say it out loud." If she had, she would have tried harder to keep the awe out of her voice.
He laughed and put his knee on the mattress so that he could lean down to kiss her. He finished climbing onto the bed and kissed her again. The velvety skin of his cock dragged across her hip and over to the inside of her thigh when he straddled her leg. It drew a wavering line down her inseam as he kissed lower, leaving a trail of pre-cum almost to her ankle that glistened a little in the soft moonlight through the window.
He moved to the middle, centred between her legs, and smelled her again. He closed his eyes and held the breath, keeping her scent inside of him for a short time. He let the breath go and then tasted her with his tongue, and then he couldn't help but kiss the inside of her thigh. As terrified as he had been the night before, and as disorienting as it all still was, he was happy. Very happy. And he was sure that he would continue to be happy — indefinitely — as long as he was with her. Especially when she tasted like this. So this was where he intended to stay. How good could his old life have been if it had led to him running down a strange road, half naked and terrified, not even knowing his own name? There was no way that it could have been better than this.
He slid a finger inside her again and circled her clit so lightly with his tongue. She made a noise that was somewhere between a moan and a sigh. He slowly added another finger, and she was so wet that it met no resistance, as tight as she was.
He started moving his tongue a little faster. Pushing her a little harder. And he could feel her muscles tensing up. Her arms were thrown up over her head with her fingers twined in her hair, and she moved her hands down to her breasts and pinched her nipples. She was making more breathy little moans that were steadily getting louder.
He curled his fingers, stroking the sensitive bundle of nerves on the inside while he sucked gently on the one on the outside. He could feel her muscles twitch and spasm as her orgasm approached, and then it hit her fast and hard. He was glad that he was able to see her face from this position, and relished the look of pleasure and then relief.
He pulled her into his arms and stroked her hair, kissing the top of her head. She kissed his chest and sighed out a big breath. God, he had made her feel good. Hell, still was, but it was all a little bit hard to unravel. She was lying wrapped in the arms of a vampire. And it felt right. Everything about this did. Like it was something like fate. A silent-minded man running down her quiet road in the middle of nowhere at three in the morning when she was on her way home from work wasn't something she ran into every day.
She shivered — not because she was afraid, but because she really wasn't. And because of how cool his body was and how good it made her feel, pressed up against her. She drifted for a while, enjoying being held by him.
Soon, though, the way he was looking at her every time she looked at him, and how his body felt pressed against her, and his spicy, dry scent, were all just too much for her to resist. This had been a lovely little intermission, but she thought that it was time for an act two. She looked up at him.
"Are you going to bite me?"
"I would very much like to, yes."
"Will it hurt?"
"No, my lover. I promise that I will make you feel incredible."
He kissed her, showing her both how much he wanted her and how much he already cared. He knew that she was ready for him, but he didn't want her first time to hurt; he was much larger than two fingers. He bit his thumb and smeared some blood on his cock before he slid into her, so very slowly. She felt so hot. So soft and silky and wet. So tight. Perfect, like she was made just for him. He pulled out gently and back in again, over and over, a little more each time, until his pelvis was pressed hard against the notch between her legs. He kissed her again, and she moaned into his mouth, already moving her hips to encourage his. He could feel through the weak blood tie from the night before that she felt only pleasure. No pain. And she wanted him nearly as much as he wanted her.
He found a slow, smooth rhythm, gliding in and out of her warmth. She was so responsive. He had been prepared to be patient, and to teach her how to become an excellent lover over time, but she was already well on her way. They just needed to learn each other's bodies, and to find what the other liked best.
She licked her lips and then bit her bottom one. She was trying to get him to go faster, pushing him with her hips and hands. She ran her fingers through his hair and whispered in his ear, "Come on, baby. Please."
He complied, speeding up and adding a bit of a roll and grind and pushing into her a little bit harder. Soon, she was digging her fingernails into his back. "Oh my God! Yes. Please don't stop. Don't ever stop."
He sucked on her neck, and then licked it. He didn't want to ever stop, either. When he bit her, she arched her back and screamed, clenching him in an exquisite way that made him moan.
She tasted so good that he didn't want to stop. But his climax was upon him, too. And he wanted to make sure that she had lots of blood for later. He wanted to have her again and again and again. He too yelled with the strength of it when he came.
He leaned down and licked the wound on her neck slowly and then kissed her before rolling onto his back. It felt natural for her to roll against him, her head on his shoulder and her body pressed against his side. She didn't know that she'd ever felt better. And after the year she'd had, it was almost a revelation. She hoped that this happiness would last for at least a little while. She needed a little happiness in her life. And she hoped that she could have it with him. She tried not to think about the fact that she absolutely had to call Fangtasia the following night.
He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her in tight so he could kiss her forehead. She smiled in satisfaction, but teared up a little. She was just so overwhelmed. So happy and thankful for having just this small taste of normal. Or as close to normal as she was ever going to get. She tried not to let how she felt show on her face, but she was obviously doing a terrible job, so she snuggled in closer and didn't look up at him.
She didn't realize that, since he'd given her his blood the night before, he could now feel how she felt almost as easily as she could, at least when he was this close to her. He felt the wetness of her tears on his chest, but she was in no pain, physically or otherwise. She was moved. So was he.
It took her a few minutes to gather herself together. "God. This is so strange. I mean, this whole situation in general is really weird, but this is so not me. I just don't do this kind of thing."
"What, make love? It was bound to happen someday, my lover. I am just glad that it was with me."
She glanced at him and blushed a little. "So am I. But it isn't just the sex. You're a vampire. We practically just met. Hell, I don't even know your name!"
He laughed. "Well, neither do I, but I don't really care what you call me, as long as we can do that again every night for eternity."
She blushed even redder and laughed nervously. She was glad that he'd enjoyed himself, though. That she hadn't disappointed him. But it wasn't like she hadn't known what to do, even if she had never done it herself. Lord knew she'd seen it done enough times in her head.
She took a deep breath and blew out some of her nerves and propped herself up on her elbow with her chin in her hand. "So, what should I call you?"
He grinned. "Master?"
She laughed and slapped his chest. "Ha! Not likely. I'm my own woman, thank you very much."
He smiled at her and kissed her gently. Her own woman or not, she was his.
She smiled back, but she wasn't going to give up. "Do you know how old you are, or where you came from?"
He shrugged with one shoulder. "I think that I am quite old. I feel like I am, maybe, but I don't know why. I know that I know many languages, but not which one was originally mine."
She scrutinized him for a minute or so. "You look like you could be Scandinavian, maybe. What do you think? Lars? Leif? Anders? Magnus? Mads? Bjorn? Anything ring a bell?"
His eyebrows drew together in confusion at the end, and she smiled at him. "What, ring a bell? It's an idiom. A figure of speech. I just meant, do any of those names sound familiar?"
He tucked his right arm behind his head. "No. But I definitely do not feel like a Bjorn."
Sookie laughed, and started playing idly with the hair below his belly button. She looked at him and smiled. "Maybe you were a Viking. You sure look like you could have been one. Maybe even one of the famous ones, like Leif Ericson or Erik the Red."
He leaned over and kissed her forehead for a beat too long. Her hand was exploring the hair at least an inch and a half lower than where she'd started and his cock was already three quarters hard.
"Neither of those… ring a bell. But maybe so."
She leaned over and kissed his chest. "Well then, how about Eric? You kind of look like an Eric. And, if you are one of those famous Vikings, we would almost be right, either way."
Her hand slipped lower and she lightly touched his cock. Tentatively, she wrapped her hand around it and stroked.
"You kind of feel like one, too."
He laughed. "Very well. From now on, I will be Eric. I like it. But I will like it much more after I hear you scream it while we are making love."
And a short time later, he did.