I'm in my happy place. Oh yes. This is what I needed. Thank you Eric for suggesting we take a real vacation. I couldn't think of a better way to spend my time then being sexed all day and sleeping all night—just to do it all over again the next day, and the next day and the next.

I come into consciousness with a tingle between my legs and a tug on my breast. Eric is suckling at my nipples, his blonde hair splayed over the swell of my breasts. I moan and he lifts his eyes to look up at me.

"God morgon, älskare."

"God morgon, Eric. It seems to be a great one for you. Is this how you wake up every morning?"

"Yes. Jag får inte nog av dig."

"You know you have to tell me what that means."

"I think I would rather show you, lover."

"Ooh, I do love the sound of that."

"And I love you."

He continues to suck my nipples but very quickly changes his mind and decides to head south. I can definitely wake up to this every morning. As he slides to where he wants to be, my legs spread wide allowing him all the room he'll need. His head dips between my thighs and before I can say anything I'm on fire. My legs are thrown over his shoulders and he holds me down to the bed delicately, with a hand on my abdomen.

His tongue twirls over my nub, darts into my core then licks straight up my mound. He places his mouth over my sex and hums. My orgasm shoots from me like a rocket taking off into space. He doesn't stop and I can't find the words nor would I dare ask him to. He flattens his tongue on my clit and continues humming. The sensation burning through my body relaxes me to the point of exhaustion. Once he has thoroughly licked and sucked my nub into submission, he flips me over onto my stomach, pulling at my hips so that my ass is in the air. His tongue trails up my spine and he stops to suck on the sensitive flesh behind my ear.

"Du doftar som jag," he whispers and I arch my back more.

His hand snakes around my waist down to my mound. He rubs slow circles on my nub as he enters me from behind. We both groan as he slowly pumps his way in and out. Each thrust last about the same length of time as the circles he's making and I cry out.

"Oh…" Thrust. "God…" Thrust. "Eric…" Thrust. "Don't stop!" Thrust.

I want him to go faster, but he keeps up the agonizing pace. I thrust my hips back against him and he laughs.

"Are we impatient, min kelgris?"

"Yes. I want…"

"What do you want, Sookie? Tell me."

"Ungh… I, oh… I want…"

"Do you want this?"

His arm comes up between my breasts, his hand gripping my throat. He pulls me up against his chest. He sits back onto his heels and I rest on his thighs. One hand on my throat, the other on my hip, he continues moving just as slowly as before. In my frustration, I bounce on his lap and he lets out a growl. He must like it so I do it again. His hand releases my throat and holds one of my breasts. He teases my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I turn my head to kiss him and our tongues crash into one another. He speeds up his thrusts a little and I move with him. His groans become louder and I know I can't hold on much longer.

He pushes me back down onto my forearms and holds firmly onto my hips. The whack of the headboard startles me. He's pumping into me with abandon and I place one hand on the headboard to keep from falling over.

Thwack! Thump!

"Jag får inte nog av dig."

Thwack! Thump

"Fuck! Me!"

Thwack! Thump!

"I thought that's what I was doing."

Thwack!

"Please… don't… stop…"

Thump!

"Jag älskar dig så mycket."

Thwack! Thump! Thwack!

"Unh, Eric, I'm… uuh…"

Thump! Thwack!

"Come for me, Sookie!"

Whack!

With the final whack of the headboard, I come hard, screaming something incoherent. Eric follows not too long after and I swear we've dented the wall. I fall onto my stomach and he slouches to the side of me, pulling me into him. He spoons up behind me and I drift off to sleep. I woke up hungry but never did get my breakfast.

"I can't move."

"Why not? Are you hurt? Was I too rough with you?"

"No. I meant that in a good way. My joints feel like Jell-O. I couldn't move if my life depended on it."

"Oh, well in that case. I…"

"What?"

"Never mind. I don't want to upset you. I said that we would leave the outside world out of our vacation and I plan to keep that promise to you."

"Please, whatever it is you can tell me, or ask me. I won't be upset."

"It has to do with Bill and just the mere mention of his name upsets me." I manage to sit up to look at him.

"Well, now you have to tell me. I won't be able to focus on anything until you do."

"I just wondered, since you said you couldn't move, had you ever experienced that with Bill?"

"Oh? Oh! That's um… wow. If I can be honest with you, Eric, I've never had this kind of sex with Bill, ever. In fact, I don't think I knew what sex was until you. I'm not saying that to give you an ego boost either. I mean, we… what Bill and I did, I can't say it was sex. It was more like he got off and I helped. But with you—you make sure I get off at least three times before you even think about yourself. I'm still blown away by that. I really want to know how you've gotten so good." That slipped out.

"That's easy. I pay attention to what makes you moan, pull my hair, tighten your thighs around my head, or arch your back off the bed. That's when I know you're really enjoying the pleasure I'm giving you."

"How many women have you slept with, Eric?" He looks embarrassed. "I'm sorry. You don't have to answer that. It's none of my business."

"It's okay. I want to answer. I just don't think you'll believe me."

"Why wouldn't I believe you?"

"Because it's not that many. Only three, including you."

"Three?" I clear my throat. "That's not unbelievable but, three?"

"I'm sure you're wondering why so few?"

"Yes. This may sound rude, but to be so inexperienced, you sure do fuck like a champion."

He laughs. For at least five minutes.

"That is quite the compliment. Thank you. A champion, huh? I've never been told that before."

"Well then there's something wrong with the other two women you slept with." Their loss, my gain.

"They were both before you; before I met you, I mean. My best friend and I agreed to be each other's first when we were sixteen. Some stupid pact we made with one another. Then there was a party once, I got a little drunk and well… anyway, I made sure not to do that again. I got tested right after because I was so upset with how stupid that was. I would never do something so irresponsible. Especially not after seeing you for the first time. I was blown away by you in that polka-dot bikini."

"You remember that?"

"Hell yes, I remember that. I had to hide my erection after seeing you get out of the pool. You don't know how bad I wanted you then. I didn't care that you were with Bill and I would have done anything to have you. I knew that you would be mine one day."

"Really? That's a little cocky, don't you think?"

"Being sure of myself is not being cocky. You didn't know how I felt and I didn't act on it."

"Well, that's not entirely true. I remember you sitting next to me, whispering in my ear something along the lines of not wanting to share me with anyone?"

"Ah, yes. It was true. I meant every word."

"It doesn't matter. What matters now is that we're here and together and you do have me."

"And I will have you again as soon as I get some food. Are you hungry, smulan? Shall I order you something to eat?"

"I'll call room service."

"Good, you do that and I'll enjoy a little snack until they get here." Snack?

Little did I know that I would be his snack for the second time this morning. As soon as I place the handset into the cradle, he pounces. I didn't think I would be able to handle him again so soon after being pillaged, but I had no problem enjoying the smooth, languid motions of his tongue. I still can't believe he's only been with two other women. There has to be more too it then that.

"Oh, yes! Ungh, Eric…"

A snack, a nap and five hours later, we lay watching the sun set over the Parisian skyline. Why did we choose Paris? Eric wanted to go somewhere I had never been and he thought the City of Love would be perfect for us. I have to admit, he was right. Although we haven't left the room since getting here. I don't think I could walk an entire block without wanting to throw Eric down and ravish him. There must be something in the air. I'm delightfully sore, sweaty, sticky and loving every second of it. There's no place I'd rather be. We can see the Eiffel Tower from our suite. I think that's all the sightseeing I want to do. Eric shifts to his side, pulling me with him. I love how he sleeps attached to me. He never lets me go. Strange how that thought leads me to others. I nudge Eric to make sure he's awake.

"Eric, honey?"

"Umm…"

"Wake up for a second. I need to ask you something."

"Anything wrong?"

"No, but I was just thinking about something and I realize I don't know what you plan to do as far as your father's company goes."

"What do mean?"

"Well, if you take over for your father, and your father is in Sweden and has moved operations there, what does that mean for us?" He stretches a little to wake up completely.

"Well, naturally I thought you would move in with me. Was I wrong to think that?"

"It's something we definitely need to talk about. I don't have much to go back to at home but I never thought of leaving it for good."

"I will be happy to help you decide. You should move with me because a) I can take care of you; b) Bill does not live in Sweden; c) I want you with me; d) we love each other and if I ever get the opportunity to make you my wife, I would want you to be wherever I am."

"Wait, what was that last one? You've thought about marrying me?"

"Of course I've thought about it. How could I not? Sookie, I've wanted to be with you since I was seventeen. I haven't changed my mind about you. If anything, I feel more for you now than I did then. I know you better. Much, much better." He kisses my shoulder between words.

"I didn't know that. I have to tell you that I don't know if I want to get married again."

"Even to me?"

"It's not that simple a question to answer. You know that I love you, but after Bill, I just can't imagine getting married again." He looks a little sullen and I feel bad. "I'm sorry if I upset you."

"No, you are being honest with me and I have to accept that. I couldn't be upset with you. I respect how you feel, but I hope to change your mind."

"You do have incredible persuasion techniques."

"Mmm… maybe I should start on you right now…"

My phone rings on the side table. Eric snaps to attention.

"Don't you answer that."

"What?" I laugh.

"I thought we agreed no phones."

"We did and I would have cut mine off except I wanted to check my email. You were asleep. I was bored."

"You could have wakened me. I would have happily kept you busy." I reach for the phone. "Sookie!"

"I'm sorry, what if it's important?"

"They'll leave a message."

"Well, they did. It's from Jason. I wonder what's up?"

"You put that phone down or you will be punished."

"What kind of punishment?" I ask as he waggles his eyebrows.

He gets off the bed and goes over to his suitcase. I take this golden opportunity to watch him walk away from me. The sight of his ass makes me wet. Eric by far has the greatest ass I've ever seen on a man. The oysters above each cheek just call out to me to be licked. He sees me watching him and takes his time bending over to get whatever my punishment is from his suitcase. He stalks over to me but stops dead in his tracks. It must have been the look on my face.

I read the text Jason's left me and almost drop my phone.

Tried calling. Bad news. There was an accident. Bill's dead.

Eric hops on the bed behind me and grabs my shoulders. "Sookie? Sookie, what's wrong?"

I can't speak. I don't know whether to laugh, cry, jump for joy or weep in sadness. Bill's dead? Bill's dead. I never would have wished this on him, or anyone for that matter. I turn to look at Eric, tears threatening to spill over my lashes, and hand him the phone. He reads the message then takes me in his arms.

"I guess this means our vacation is over. Are you okay? Is there someone you need to call? That I can call for you?"

"I… I… can you just hold me?"

"Yes, my love, I can do that."

Now I'll never get to see what Eric had in mind with those silk scarves he had in his hands. Fucking Bill!

A/N: To Suaru-chan – you know how much I love your input and you got me thinking a lot about the next chapter. I know Bill's death may seem as a shocker, but know that I have something in mind that I don't think anyone will see coming. Love to hear what you think. xoxo

Translations

God morgon älskare. – Good morning, lover

Jag får inte nog av dig. – I can't get enough of you

Du doftar som jag . – You smell like me

Jag älskar dig så mycket. – I love you so much.

Smulan – Crumb

Min kelgris – my pet (ver batim means Cuddlepig)