Warning: Graphic sex scene in this chapter. Might write another for next chapter depending on reviews. They're rather fun to write.
It almost sounded like a demand with how low he growled that out before brushing his lips across hers. At the touch, something snapped in Wren's sanity and she grasped him by the hair and crushed their mouths together a bit violently.
Startled once more by her passion, Erik gave a groan at the feel of her prodding tongue playing with his. She was almost vicious is her assault, teeth biting his lower lip and fingers sweeping over his skull lovingly. A fine tremor developed in his knees as he knelt there between her legs. Giving in to the tidal wave of lust from the woman in his arms, he pressed close to her, hips to hips. Immediately, she ground against him, causing him to gasp and escape her lips for a moment.
Slightly desperate hands grasped onto her hips as she moved against him, neither helping nor hindering. Fingers dug in as she leaned back, arms wrapped about his neck and guiding him forward. Slumped against the cushions of the couch, Wren let her head fall back as hot, needy lips wandered down her throat to her collarbone. The music kept playing but she could not understand any of the words. The whole world felt like a blur as hands crept up her shirt, trailing over her quivering belly.
No longer timid or worried about upsetting her with his desires, Erik freed himself from her enough to look down at the exposed stretch of skin under his hands. A slight sweat glistened on his forehead, making his scars look soft and shining. Wren laid still and allowed him freedom to his wishes, panting slightly and overheated.
A bit roughly, Erik pulled her shirt to her ribs, lips coming down to taste the flesh offering. She squirmed as his hot tongue lapped and pressed against her, teeth occasionally biting down. The fingers danced up, crumpling her shirt up further as they explored. Suddenly, Wren was glad that she had just woken up and hadn't bothered with a bra. As the tips of his appendages brushed against the under swelling of her breasts, the woman arched and sighed.
Taking a deep breath for courage, he slid his hands up to cup her firmly. An exulted gasp came from her and her hands found their way back to his hair. Carefully uncovering her all the way, he moved her shirt above her chest, eyes taking in the sight he had been waiting for. Fairly large breasts that were not quite perky lay exposed to him, the dark pink of her hardened nipples demanding attention. A bit more gently, Erik palmed them, letting his fingers roll around her nubs.
A low moan sighed from Wren as she pressed her head back, chest rising to his touch. Keeping a firm clasp, he leaned over her enough to kiss her sternum, between her breasts. Trailing the kiss to one side, he flicked his tongue out to tease a pink nipple beside his thumb. Again he was awarded with her pleased sounds and her legs came up to wrap about his waist loosely. Continuing his ministrations, Erik suckled on the bud, swirling the tip of his torturous instrument over it.
Wren wasn't sure how long she could take this exquisite teasing. As he turned to lavish the same attention on the other side, his hand moved down her belly. More distracted by his tongue and teeth on her breast, Wren was not expecting his next move. Long, talented fingers slid under her bottoms to cup her over her panties.
Jolting from the touch, she curled up and grasped his face, pulling Erik to her lips again. A smile tainted his lips as she roughly plumbed his mouth and rubbed herself into his hand. She was responding and opening so wildly to his attention. After a moment of wet kissing, he grew bold again and shifted to tease his fingers into the side of her underwear, pulling it out of the way.
Another moan and her fingers tightened in his hair. Timid now with the heat of her only centimeters away, he slowed down the kiss they shared and brushed the tips of his blunt fingers over her. The touch sent a wildfire through her nerves and she arched again, begging. A little more firmly he ran them up the wet, slick folds, a bolt of arousal screaming down his form. She was so slippery that her flesh felt like silk as he probed curiously. Again and again she twitched at the touches, trying frantically not to rip everything off then and there.
When he slipped a finger down and into her tight opening, Wren panted into his lips before pulling away.
"Bedroom. Now," she demanded breathily, voice cracked and thick with want. Nodding mutely, Erik got to his feet, fingers wet as they slipped away. On shaking legs, Wren stood as well, immediately grabbing onto him and engaging his mouth once more. Clumsily, they navigated towards her room, stepping on several disks and not caring. It took longer than anticipated. Taking turns they pressed the other to the walls and plundered their willing forms.
A haze enveloped Wren's mind as they finally made it to her bedroom. Erik backed her in, hands delved down the back of her pajama bottoms and grasping her bottom firmly. His large, strong fingers seemed to burn as he kneaded the flesh smoothly. He released her as the back of her knees bumped into the bedframe. Lifting her onto the mattress, he followed right behind, climbing over her.
Shaking hands undid the buttons on his shirt as he gingerly tried to pull her bottoms down. Wren hesitated before lifting up enough to allow them off. His shirt followed right after, revealing the soft movement of muscle under his slightly damp skin. Puffing a breath of air, he continued disrobing her until nothing stood in the way.
For a moment, he laid propped up on an elbow at her side, taking in the sight of her. Long, mussed locks of acorn brown and autumn red gleamed against the pale flesh of her shoulders and breasts. Her bosom heaved as she panted with flushed cheeks and quivering thighs.
Erik let his gaze wander down over her exposed skin, taking in every tiny mole and imperfection. She was so soft, he reveled, as his hand traveled over her hip and brushed up her leg. A shiver visibly ran through her as he brushed his fingers over the junction of her thighs. For a moment, she was grateful that she had hygiene issues with body hair. Every nude inch of her was being played with by his talented touches and fire ran through her form.
After a moment, Erik shifted up and grasped her knee, separating her legs gently. As he rested down between them, kissing the inside of her hip, she realized what he was doing and moaned expectantly.
Wren could feel his burning eyes watching his fingers as he continued rubbing her folds slowly and firmly. A fleeting embarrassment stole into her but she let it pass. There was no need for it now. So distracted with thought was she that the first curious probe of his wet tongue sent her into shock.
Crying out, she clenched her fists in the blanket under her and bucked slightly. Erik smiled at her reaction before repeating the motion, suckling near the end. Hips raised violently again and he moved to grab hold of her thighs to keep her still. With a sigh, he delved his tongue deeper, dragging and licking up the folds. She moaned rather loudly and squirmed, her restless hands coming back to his hair. Her fingers tightened when he hit a certain spot near the top and he focused on that.
It seemed like eternity to Wren as he tasted and groaned into her, driving her mad with that tongue of his. Heart pounding wildly, she gazed down at him and soaked up the erotic sight of him pleasuring her. It created a throbbing in her that grew almost painful, threatening to burst.
The green flecked, lusting and fiery eyes looked up at her, taking even more of her breath away. Keeping their gaze, his lips clamped on her hidden nub and sucked, causing the most violent reaction of all. Unable to take any more torture, Wren jerked herself away and tried pulling him up to level with her. Startled, Erik was about to ask if he did something wrong but her mouth crashed upon his hungrily and her hands grasped his belt loops tightly.
"Please…please, I need you now," the woman begged harshly before her hands made quick work of his belt. Erik swallowed before helping, kicking them off along with his boxers. For a brief moment, Wren stared at his exposed length in hungry surprise. He was a bit bigger than she thought. Feeling him become insecure, she leaned up and tasted herself on his lips once more. Reaching down, she gently caressed his hot, iron hard cock, fingers barely wrapping about it. He felt soft ask heated velvet in her grasp, pulsing and calling out to her.
A broken moan came from his golden throat and he pressed up into her palm. Warm fluid trickled out from his tip onto her digits as they slid up and down. His eyes clenched shut at the sensation and shuddered. Afraid of ending there before they got started, he moved out of the grasp to press her back into the blankets.
Wren complied easily, lying back and letting her legs fall open for him. Shakily, Erik rested against her, lips seeking purchase on hers as he rubbed his length against her wet folds. Gasping, she raised up and pressed back, unable not to. He throbbed and they both let out a moan. Once more, he lifted onto his elbows and gazed down at her in the morning light. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes glittered like amber glass from lust. Her roughened lips trembled as she panted and stared up at him. A small smile passed between them as she reached down to position him against her.
"Love me, Erik," Wren whispered heatedly before pressing down upon him a bit. The head of his cock slipped in and he groaned. His hand slipped under her thigh, holding her open for him. Locking eyes with her, Erik pressed forward into her tight heat. Again, a shared cry rocked through them as he pushed deep, as far as he could go.
He had to stay still for a moment to contain himself. He wanted this to be memorable for both of them and did not want to finish prematurely. Gathering his breath, he pulled out to the tip before pressing back inside firmly. She moaned as her hands came to rest on his lower back, body moving up as he thrust determinedly inside of her.
No nagging memories came to bother him in this euphoric moment. It completed the happiness, knowing that this was uniquely theirs and not an echo of a memory.
Unable to control it for much longer, he lifted her up to fit into the curvature of his body snuggly. Rocking swiftly and furiously, Erik grunted at the tingling fire in his spinal column as her nails dug into his sides.
His name crumbled forth from her lips as she rose feebly into his thrusts. Her breasts bounced in rhythm to his movements and her eyes closed at the sensation of being filled so well. Unable to watch her in all of her sensual beauty at that moment, Erik shifted closer and changed angle as he captured her lips in a searing kiss.
Immediately, her fingers dug into his hair and she responded desperately. In between breaths and tongue clashing, she moaned into his lips, growing louder as he sped up. A numbed tingling was stealing into his limbs at how much pleasure was rocketing through him and he had to concentrate to not lose it then.
Suddenly, he sat up, wrapping his arms about her to stay within as he settled her on his lap. Wild red hair fell over her face and shoulder as she slid back down his cock, thighs spread wide on him. Hands grasped his shoulders as she rocked with him deep inside. His hands clutched her hips, helping her movements and thrusting upwards into her.
Wren's insides felt like a molten star encased in flesh as he burned her passionately. She let her head fall back to gaze upon the ceiling as his lips stole her nipple into his mouth. This was too much; the fullness he created, the heated pleasure and his clever tongue was too much. It felt like she would die from the soaring ecstasy in her frame.
One of his hands came up to cup her sweaty cheek, turning her to look at him. The blue of his eyes was dark and lusting, clouded by his desire. Moisture glistened on his brow and above his upper lip as his pace became frantic within her. A broken look of pure, unbelieving love stained his expression, his lips falling open as his end came upon him. Deep inside her, Wren felt him swell and his hips stutter helplessly.
Eager to bring this dance of skin and heat to a crescendo, she clung close to him, one hand on the back of his damp neck and the other clasping his shoulder. Panting, she leaned to his ear and suckled the lobe into her mouth, moaning as she did so. That did it for him.
Bucking up with a low cracked cry, Erik rocked into her warmth as stars danced behind his eyelids and he throbbed exquisitely. Waves of fire seemed to roll through him as she clenched about him. His own contractions and the continual rocking pushed her over the edge as she moved above him. Giving a cry of her own, Wren felt her whole body tighten in joy, taking him deeper in while he remained hard.
"Ooh…oh, god, Erik," she sighed weakly as she began to relax again. Sweat clung on them and where their skin touched, overheating their flesh. Collapsing in a tired heap on his lap, she slung her arms about his shoulders, stroking his back comfortingly. Erik's lips pressed exhausted kisses to her neck and up her cheek as he held her back, slight tears in his eyes.
Whining a bit in her throat, Wren clasped on tightly and fell back to the pillows, pulling him down on top of her. With a chuckle at her antics, he snuggled into her collarbone and snuck his arms around her. Hot fingers dragged over his brow and along his scarred face, sleepy and slow. Silence now reigned where their lustful cries had once been, weighing comfortingly. In the grey light, the two lovers lay entwined still, one buried inside the other.
As the quiet wore on, Erik lay with his cheek against her chest, watching her breasts rise and fall with her tired breathing. Under his ear, her heart thudded loudly and he felt tears come upon him. Unbidden they came and dripped silently down the side of his eyes to her skin. At first she did not notice but eventually she felt the cold wetness. At first, she thought he had passed out from the lovemaking and was drooling.
Lifting her head, Wren saw that it was tears, not spit, on her chest. Good god, why was he crying? Bringing her hand to his cheek, she wiped them away with a shaking hand and attempted to sit up. What had she done?! Did he regret it? Did he have another flashback? She instantly felt horrible, the afterglow vanishing quickly.
"Erik? What's wrong?" she asked timidly, her voice quaking. He raised his head from its pillow to gaze up at her. His previously desire darkened eyes were now liquid clear, reflecting the green blue of his irises in his tears. But a smile broke upon his face, a sweet, slow and lingering thing that echoed a contented sadness. He reached up and ran his fingers over her lips.
"Nothing, dearest. I just…I never believed I would be where I just was. Listening to your heartbeat after sharing love…" his voice whispered off before he leaned up to kiss her softly. "In another life, I never thought someone could hold me in the way you have. I am merely stunned by you, ma cher."
Wren considered his words carefully and found her heart aching for the man between her legs who had just given her the best orgasm of her life. Unable not to, she brought him close and kissed him with closed lips. All she could feel for him was empathy, compassion and love. She tried her hardest to pour all of herself into a deep kiss. Erik accepted it with severity for what she was trying to say, pressing back just enough and running his hand over her hair.
"You…you are stunning," Wren murmured back after relinquishing the kiss. "I have never felt so content and comfortable. I'm not scared at all."
Erik hummed a satisfied, happy sound before burying his nose by her hair. Her hands went back to stroking his brown, thrashed hair over his head. For a while, they lay there again, quiet and warm. Somehow their breathing tuned in and they breathed in an alternating pattern, hearts pounding to one another. The feel of skin against skin and body warmth being shared was exquisite.
As the morning wore on, the apartment wore on slowly and grew warm. Too comfortable to move, the two stayed put and eventually drifted off, collapsed in an impassioned heap amongst the tangled blankets.