A/N:

Again, thank you all so much for the awesome response to this story! I'm thinking I really should have bought stock in Amazon with all the people who are online shopping now :)

I think I should mention that the entirety of this story is Sookie's POV. I do want to write some EPOV to tack onto the end later, but it was necessary for this whole thing to be in SPOV. You might get some EPOV later though!

Chapter 3: You'll Need a Dolly For This Package

Sleep that night didn't come easily. All I could think about were Eric's hands all over me, and his skilled mouth. I could only imagine what he could do with his cock.

I woke early the next morning and got quite a bit of work done before it was even close to time for Eric to deliver his package. With that slightly pornographic thought seeded firmly in my brain, I began cleaning. My home wasn't dirty by any means, but when I was nervous I had to do something with my hands. It had to be mindless work too, and cleaning was perfect for that.

Two hours later I was the official dust assassin, and if there was any left in my home then it was hiding from me. After I put all my cleaning supplies away, I realized that I was covered in dust and smelled like pledge.

"Shit!" I exclaimed after a glance at the clock, and ran to the bathroom to shower quickly. It was probably the shortest shower of my life, but it wasn't short enough, because as soon as I turned the water off I heard knocking. Quickly, I wrapped a towel around my body and went to let him inside. It wasn't like he wasn't about to see all of me anyway.

"Hi," I said as I opened the door. He was sweating again. "Sorry about my appearance, I was cleaning and lost track of time, and then I realized how dirty I'd gotten. I suppose it doesn't matter anyway since I'm just going to get all sweaty again," I rambled.

"Hi," he replied, staring at my partially naked, dripping form.

"Have a seat on the couch, I'll be right back," I told him, and then went back to the bathroom.

I toweled off my hair as best I could and ran a brush through it, threw on my thin, silk bathrobe, and went back out to the living room. Eric stood when I entered the room, and I took the package from his hands. Grabbing my letter opener from the desk, I sliced the tape on the small cardboard box and opened it up. A couple of seconds later, I had successfully extracted one magnum condom, and turned around with a triumphant smile.

Eric was grinning at me as I walked back over to him.

"Shoes," I said as I began undoing his shorts after setting the condom on the coffee table. He kicked them off and unbuttoned his shirt to pull it off too. I pulled his shorts and boxers down over his hips and let them fall to his feet. He stepped out of them too and untied my robe, helping it slip off my shoulders with his hands.

His eyes darkened with lust at the sight of my naked body, and he bent to kiss my lips, pulling me flush against him in the process. I felt his hands travel from my lower back down to my butt. He rubbed and squeezed, and I moaned appreciatively in his mouth. My hands went up to his hair and pulled the knot loose. His hair wasn't exceptionally long, just long enough to pull back. I loved it though. I was turned on by the idea of running my fingers through it and pulling on it.

"Bed?" he asked in a deep whisper.

I shook my head. "Too intimate. Couch," I said, and pushed him onto it.

"You don't like intimacy?" he asked as I straddled his lap.

"There is no intimacy in an arrangement like this, and doing it in my room, on my bed, is too intimate. Although, I suppose we could use the guest room eventually."

"You are one unique creature Miss Stackhouse," he chuckled.

I grinned and reached back to the coffee table for the condom. He took it from me and set it beside his leg.

"What are you doing? I'm ready," I told him.

"Oh no you're not," he said, and moved his hand between my legs.

I gasped as his fingers ran along the length of my folds. My hands grasped his shoulders when one of his long fingers slid into me. He pumped me with it a few times and then gently added another while his thumb began rubbing my clit. I was already shivering with pleasure when he leaned forward and took a nipple into his mouth, using his free hand to stimulate the other.

He kept increasing the speed of his fingers, and then slowing down, sending me into a frenzy quickly.

"Please, Eric. I'm ready," I moaned.

He didn't object this time, and I groaned when he pulled his fingers from me and grabbed the condom. I watched him rip the package open with his teeth, then pull the condom out, and roll it onto his erection.

I lifted my hips slightly and Eric placed himself at my entrance.

"Are you ready?" I asked him with a smile.

He chuckled in response and pushed up slightly, entering me about an inch. I shut up immediately and began to slowly lower myself onto him. He kept his hands on my hips, helping me take it slow, and stayed perfectly still, his eyes on mine.

I rocked my hips slowly, taking him in a little more with each motion. I was already panting heavily by the time he was halfway in. Eric was grinding his teeth, and he looked like he wanted to shut his eyes, but he kept them open. I would have preferred for him to keep them closed, because him staring into my eyes as I took him inside me was a very erotic experience, and it made me feel for him.

After about another minute, Eric was fully inside of me and panting just as much as I was. He rubbed my lower back while I adjusted to him, and when I couldn't take the lack of friction anymore, I began to move.

First it was just small rocking motions, and then I began to rise and fall slightly.

"Oh my god," Eric groaned when I picked up the pace.

He felt fan-fucking-tastic. I was being stretched in the most delicious way, and he was touching places inside me that had never been touched before. And then he surprised me.

I squealed in delight as he wrapped his arms around me and then moved us, without pulling out, so that he was on top of me on the couch. He hitched my legs up around his waist and began to thrust deeply, his angle perfect for rubbing against that certain spot I wasn't aware existed.

Moans came from deep in my throat with every thrust, and he was grunting and groaning above me every time I met him with a thrust of my own. He picked up speed even more, and then began to rub my clit with his thumb.

"Come, Sookie," he demanded, rubbing a little harder while looking me in the eyes. It was all so much stimulation, even the air around us felt charged. With one last thrust at the right angle from him, I came. Hard. It started at my center and spread like wildfire to the rest of my body. I was still pulsing around him when he pushed deeply into me and stiffened. His entire body shuddered and he groaned into my neck, as his hips kept moving involuntarily. I held him tightly to me as we both came down and tried to catch our breath.

It was, without even the single, tiniest doubt, the best sex I'd ever had. We lay there for a couple of minutes, and then Eric pulled away and disposed of the condom. I didn't feel like I could move. Even my scalp felt relaxed.

Eric put his boxers and shorts back on and then he climbed on top of me again, tenderly kissing my breasts, shoulders, and neck.

"What are you doing?" I asked as reality began to come back to me bit by bit.

"Snuggling," he said adorably, and laid his head on my chest.

"No."

"No?"

"No, this is fuck buddies. It's orgasms and "see ya." So… see ya," I said, trying to be firm even though I really was a sucker for snuggling.

"No."

"No?"

"I'm okay with the fuck buddies thing, but we can snuggle. So I either leave now and this doesn't happen again, or we get to snuggle a little bit after every time," he said, just as firmly.

Well, shit.

"Okay, fine. We can cuddle, but no more than ten minutes," I said, and he grinned as he settled his head on my chest again. "Jesus, you're like a woman."

"So tell me something," he asked after a minute or so, his hand stroking my leg lightly.

"Hmm?"

"Why are you no longer with the ex?"

"Seriously? Do I really have to say it again?" I sat up slightly, and he did too.

"Come on, Sookie. If we're going to fuck regularly, I'd like to know some things about you."

"I don't know…"

"How about a tit for tat deal. You tell me something, I tell you something," he offered.

"Fair enough."

"Okay then. I want to know what the story is with your ex," he said, grinning gleefully.

"Not much of a story," I sighed. "We met when he moved to town about 4 years ago. He asked me out, we dated for a while, and then I found out he had a wife and a couple of kids in another state. He always traveled on business, and was leading one of those double lives you only hear about on TV."

"Are you joking?" he asked while looking me right in the eyes.

"Nope. No joke. I confronted him about it after I found a picture of him with his family tucked away in his wallet and threatened to tell his wife, but he promised to leave and I thought perhaps it was better for her to live in ignorance."

Eric stayed silent for a moment.

"Was that wrong of me? I hate the man, but I couldn't justify ruining three other lives in the attempt to ruin his."

"No, it wasn't wrong of you. If you knew her it would be a different story, but you didn't," he said, the sincerity of his statement was obvious.

"Now how about my question?" I grinned slyly, and I admit I wanted him to be nervous about what I was going to ask. He didn't look nervous though; he looked completely open and ready to share anything. He sat up on the couch and picked my robe up from the floor before helping me into it.

"Covering me up?"

"Your breasts are distracting," he said simply. Eric sat back with his head resting on the armrest, and I got up and straddled his waist so he could stretch out his long legs. "So what's your question?"

I thought about it for a moment. I had a feeling that he would answer anything I asked, but I wasn't sure how personal I wanted to go. Then he extended his arms to grasp my hips and I caught sight of a tattoo on his forearm. How had I not noticed that before?

I brushed over it with my fingertips and tried to read it. It was two words in another language, and it looked like it was in handwriting, not a certain font.

"What does your tattoo mean?" I asked before I could stop myself, hoping after I'd spoken that the answer wasn't too personal.

Eric smiled warmly up at me, and said, "It says, ångrar ingenting, which is Swedish for regret nothing."

"You're Swedish?" I asked, astonished. If he was, he'd either mastered the American accent, or he'd been here so long that hints of his Swedish one were long-gone.

"My mother was. She raised me in Stockholm until I was six, and she taught me English as a second language. When she died I came to America to be raised by my father."

"I'm so sorry you lost your mother," I said sincerely, all worry of getting too close being thrown out the window.

"It's okay," he smiled. "I have a few good memories of her. When I turned seventeen I received a letter from her that she'd written when she found out about her cancer. The last words in it were, 'You must promise me that no matter what path you take in your life, you will regret nothing. Everything happens for a reason.' When I turned eighteen I wanted to get a tattoo, and I was trying to figure something out when I remembered the words. I wrote it down for the artist, and she said she could do it in my handwriting."

"That's your handwriting?" I asked. It was beautiful. "It's beautiful."

"Thank you."

I could hardly believe he'd just shared something so personal and intimate with me.

"It's okay to know things about each other, Sookie," he said as though he knew what I was thinking. "We have to be able to trust each other."

"I trust you," I said, and I meant it.

"I trust you too," he replied.

"Good."

"Good."

"Okay, I think cuddle and question time is over," I said, and got off of him and the couch. He stood too, and pulled his shirt back on while I tightened my robe around myself.

"When will this happen again?" he asked.

"Well, I probably shouldn't do any more personal shopping for the month… or for a couple of months," I said, and he frowned. "But, I thought of that this morning. I'm a computer programmer slash web developer, and with the side work I do I often get things sent via Fed-ex, but I put out a request to ship everything UPS…"

He grinned devilishly.

"So things will be coming to me often. I guess we'll just have to see what kind of mood we're in when I get a delivery."

"I can promise you that I will always be in the mood," he said, sitting down to put his shoes back on.

"Why doesn't that surprise me?"

"Because it shouldn't," he smirked.