When they were half way up the stairs he felt the feeling she was experiencing, that she was feeling, home. He turned to her and did not say a word, he just looked at her and smiled. He kissed her a very hard kiss. She wrapped her arms around him, and since he was more than one stair ahead of her, this was not easy to do. She pulled him to meet her half way and she could feel his desire at her pulling him into her. He dragged his hands down her body, under her shirt, through her hair. The positioning of their staggered bodies standing on the stairs didn't seem to phase either of them.
His mouth was working so hard against her own, her lips were burning with having to keep up. She could feel her legs start to waiver and she reached behind her to try to feel her surroundings. She really had no idea where she was, and if she was going to fall, she wanted to at least feel if there was something she could grab for, or try and hold on to. All she felt was cold wall, if she stumbled it was going to hurt. What the hell, she was not caring at this point. Eric pressed his body against hers and took her body even closer to his and began to lower them to the floor. He balanced her on top of him so that she rested on top if him as they laid there in the middle of the staircase. He kneaded her flesh under his fingers, he reached up and kissed her neck and her shoulders. She collapsed into the feeling and started ripping at his clothes. She needed to have this beautiful man, and she needed him now.
He pulled her shirt over her head and rubbed her breasts through her bra. She thought that her nipples were going to pierce the fabric and come shooting through. She tugged at his shirt and helped him as he smoothly removed it from his body. She kissed his bare skin, bit his hard nipples, tongued his muscles. It was not the most comfortable place in the house, but right now, the stairs were the most comfortable place to him. They both helped each other out of their pants, this was no time to savor and take in the sights of the beauty. It was the time for getting down to business. He was very pleased and very surprised to see that she had neglected to put underwear back on after they got dressed at her house earlier. He had done the same, in fact he left his boxer shorts right there on her bedroom floor.
With no hesitation he lifted her slightly off of him and he slid into her. She was very ready and she was very relieved. "Oh..Eric, you feel so good" She breathed in his ear. "I can't believe we lost all that time" She was already panting. He had a firm grip on her hips and he rocked her. He did all of the motions as he did not want her to hurt herself on the unfamiliar landscape. He rocked her and watched her as she took every inch of his massiveness inside if her.
"I missed you too lover. I love feeling myself inside of you, feeling your body move against me. I love watching your pleasure. My body needs to be inside of you." He moaned into her neck as she bent down to suck on is earlobe. His hands moved her hips and one slipped up to caress her back. She loved how his fingers made her spine tingle when he rubbed a finger down the center. He slowed down the pace he was rocking her at, the insatiable need to take her now was subsiding, now he wanted to bask in the feel of making love to her. He looked into her eyes and felt his body ache for her. He was making love with her, again. Something he could never grow tired of. The thought of the two of them together for as long as it was possible made his orgasm creep up rather quickly. He returned both of his hands to her hips and began rocking her and twisting her in the exact motion that he knew would make her come in a matter of seconds. Her body responded and she began to dig her fingers into his shoulders. "Eric, Eric...don't stop, Oh, Eric...Oh God...Eric." and with that their dual orgasm's began.
"Look at me, lover, look at me. I want to see you. Sookie, Sookie, Oh...Oh...Jesus...Oh...I love you!." He screamed at the height of his release, and he relaxed into the hardwood staircase that had been supporting them. She fell on to his chest, gasping for her breath and waiting for body to stop quivering with slight aftershocks. "God, I love you too...I really do. I love you." She was so honest that it was almost shocking in its sound. It made him laugh a bit.
"Trying to convince yourself?" He teased her and nudged her hip.
"No, of course not. It just...it's so easy to say now. I spent how many months refusing to acknowledge or even talk of this possibility. Now, it's right here in front of me, out in the open. Now, I can't imagine not having it. And it's only been part of my life for a day." She rubbed her hand against his chest and she kissed it gently.
"No, it has been here for far longer than a day. It has been here for years, it was here when I first met you. It was almost a year ago that you acknowledged us and accepted us, it was just a day ago that you allowed love to become us. It is easy now because we are both able to love each other and we are here on our own free will. We have chosen each other, it just took a little time to finally get here." He held her close to him and he kissed her shoulder. Suddenly she realized that they were basking in the glow of their love making, on the stairs. She jumped up and grabbed her clothes.
"Oh my, we can't stay here on the stairs like this, this can't be comfortable for you. Get up, get your things, move it." She slapped at his butt in a motherly way, he turned to her and gave her a fangy and amused grin. "Besides, you were supposed to be showing me around. You're not a very good host if this is how you give a tour to everyone that comes here." She looked at him through very thin, very questioning eyes.
"Oh no, I do apologize. I certainly did forget my manners, usually the only person that comes here is me." His words did not go unnoticed. Just the way he crooned the word come made her ask the next question.
"So your trying to tell me that you have never brought any women here and pulled that little staircase show for them. I'm sorry Eric, but that was way too good to be an opening night performance." She was serious, she did not believe he was being serious.
"Lover, the only other woman...actually, the only other being that is female that has been to this house is Pam. And in case this is your next question, No, I have not had sex in this house with Pam. I did not own this house at a time when I was having sex with Pam." Mr Practicality.
"You've never brought those bangers here, never a girlfriend, not even a friend that you had hoped to have sex with....really?" She wasn't sure how to react.
"None, the women that come to the bar in order to have sex with me are treated as such, whores. They deserve no better than to be taken in a back alley, or in a closet. Someplace impersonal and easy to get away from. I would never even consider bringing a fang banger to my home, it would take me months to clear their putrid smell out of the air. If I ever had a girlfriend that I considered to be close enough to trust I would take her to one of my smaller homes in Monroe. I would never allow anyone into my personal space, anyone. This is my home, the place where I spend my days, the place that I am at my most vulnerable. I could never trust anybody with that information. You are the only woman that I have ever let inside this house, that I promise you." He rubbed her cheek with his hand and she touched it very softly. Her eyes filled with tears as she let the magnitude of this moment sink into her brain.
Never, he had never trusted and loved anyone like this before. He was completely hers, he was showing her everything about himself. He was fully committing himself to making their relationship work. It was her that needed to be more open and more trusting.
"Thank you, I'm sorry I assumed you..." He kissed her lips softly.
"No apologies. Come, lets carry on with the tour." He lead her the rest of the way.
The second floor was beautiful. It consisted of three bedrooms and a bathroom, and a master suite with a master bath. Off of the master suite was a smaller room, almost like a large sitting room, only it had very thick walls, and no windows. This was where Eric spent his days. She had expected the walls to all be similar to the shade of red that occupied the space on the Fangtasia walls. But, to her surprise, his walls to the master suite were the most perfect shade of ivory. It was light, it was airy, it was soft. It was nothing like she had expected. The room had big, deep, mahogany furniture. The bed was huge, it looked like it was a custom design, hell, for all she knew it probably was. It had a matching wardrobe chest, and two matching dressers. Eric did have a lot of clothes she thought to herself.
The master bath was exactly what she expected. Enormous, top of the line, spa quality. It was the most perfect shade of blue. It reminded her of the color of the ocean. It had a shower that looked like it could fit about five people in it, and the whirlpool tub could have fit about seven. Around the tub was a shelf that had dozens and dozens of spa candles ready to burn, and a radio system. It was absolutely perfect. It was not reeking of slimy sex, it was just...Eric.
"So you approve of my personal space" he had come up behind her and whispered into her ear.
"Eric, it is so nice. You have excellent taste, I love it." She smiled at him and was sincere. "So you mind if I look at the other rooms?"
"Go ahead, hurry back" He threw himself on to the massive bed. She crept out of the bedroom.
The first room was just a simple guest bedroom. It had deep green walls and light maple furniture. It was not a huge room so it only accommodated a full size bed, dresser, and nightstand. The second room was slightly larger, it was the same color as the navy in the living area downstairs, and it had cherry furniture. It appeared to have a queen size bed, armoire, dresser, and it had a television in it sitting on an antique looking chest. She wondered how old that was, if it was something from his past.
The third bedroom was something more personal. She opened the door and saw what appeared to be a similar room to her own bedroom at her house. The yellow paint was an exact match for the walls at her house. The furniture was strikingly similar, although not identical. It was as if he had tried to recreate her space in his house. He came up behind her, he had felt her confusion as she opened the third door. "When I was trying to sort out my memories, I felt it comfortable and reassuring to be somewhere that I felt...safe. The only place that kept coming to mind was this space, your bedroom at your house. It made me feel like I could handle everything that was happening to me, everything that I was feeling. It made me remember how close and how happy we were. It was a way for me to feel close to you without scaring you and without hurting you more." His eyes were soft and his words were very quiet. She reached up and kissed his chin and brushed the hair from his face, she turned and began walking towards the master suite. Nothing more was said about the room.