Hey everyone! Thanks so much for the response on the story! It's been amazing. I've been thinking of twisting the story a bit, and since only the characters are SVM, make it my own. Add a bit here, cut a bit there, twist it a bit, and make it into a book. Now, since you all have been reading this, I'd like to know if any of you would, you know, pay money for a book with this subject.
I'd also like to thank Keri for betaing this chappy with uber speed. lol. I really wanted to post it tonight and she's been very helpful. Thank you, baby, you've saved my ass. I love you!
Here it is, the longest yet, chapter 8. New youtube song - http:/www(dot)youtube(dot)com/watch?v=jEy6MGu3bIA&feature=BFp&list=PLF9712A4E8F8DE2C4&index=8
I see the crystal raindrops fall
And see the beauty of it all
Is when the sun comes shining through
To make those rainbows in my mind
When I think of you some time
And I want to spend some time with you
Just the two of us
We can make it if we try
Just the two of us
Just the two of us
Building castles in the sky
Just the two of us
You and I
We look for love, no time for tears
Wasted waters's all that is
And it don't make no flowers grow
Good things might come to those who wait
Not to those who wait to late
We got to go for all we know
I hear the crystal raindrops fall
On the window down the hall
And it becomes the morning dew
Darling, when the morning comes
And I see the morning sun
I want to be the one with you
(Bill Withers – Just the two of us)
EPOV
I put the flowers on the small table where I usually throw my keys and wrapped my arms around Sookie. I lifted her body slightly and span her around once, just so I could hear her giggle.
Her laughter filled the hallway and it made me smile like a loon.
"Welcome home, honey!" she said and I did feel like I was home. But it wasn't because I was in my house; it was because I had her in my arms.
"Mmm, that sounds perfect coming from your lips," I told her and captured said lips in another kiss. Her body molded to mine like it was made to be there.
I put her down after a few moments, and she smiled up at me. She kissed me one more time before going to put the flowers in a vase she had brought with her when she moved. I bought her Gran that vase a few years prior. It was made of metal, which was unusual, but it was decorated with little roses. Since Gran loved roses, I thought it was appropriate and I bought it for her as a Mother's Day gift. She had been a stand-in for my mother after she passed of cancer when I was 15, so we were very close.
I remember a day, a few weeks before she passed away, when she pulled me to the side and told me ever so clearly that when I finally get my head out of my ass, I should bring Sookie roses; not because they were her favorite, since she loved spring flowers, but because they would reflect the love I had for her. She never let me respond, she just walked away from me, and went back to making dinner.
Earlier, as I was making my way back home I remembered her words as I passed by a florist. I had been thinking of taking Sookie on a date all day, and what better way than asking her out after bringing her flowers? I pulled up to the curb, and walked into the shop. The woman behind the register, about the same age Gran had been, smiled at me warmly as I asked her for eleven roses.
"You should tell her, you know?"
"What?" I asked confused.
"Don't wait to tell her you love her until it's too late," she told me as she took my cash.
"I won't. Thank you for the flowers," I replied, and walked out of there a bit dazed. Was it so obvious that I was in love?
Sookie pulled me from my reverie and asked what I wanted to eat.
"Anything you want. Do you want to order in so we can spend some time together?" I asked her, hoping she'd agree.
"Nonsense, you're going to help me in the kitchen," she laughed and winked.
"Ok, ok! Let me get changed and I'll be right down," I told her, kissing her on the nose.
"Let me know if you want a hand with that," the vixen said and giggled as she sprinted for the kitchen. I groaned my response and made my way upstairs, sporting a brand new hard-on. I grabbed a change of clothes and hopped into the shower.
When I was clean and smelling nice again, I made my way downstairs. Once again, I found her humming to a tune as she prepared some kind of red sauce in a pan.
"What are you making?" I asked her as I wrapped my arms around her waist from behind.
"Mmm," she hummed as she relaxed into me. "Lasagna."
"It smells wonderful," I told her and kissed her shoulder.
"Yes, you do," she said, her eyes closed as her head lulled back against my shoulder.
I chuckled and kissed her forehead.
"Put me to work, Chef Sookie!" I told her and she snapped out of the trance she was in.
"Well, this here is almost done. It's ground meat with tomatoes, mushrooms, onion and some hot sauce. It's been on the stove for a few minutes now, so it won't be long till it's done. You can come here and stir this for a bit, while I do the béchamel sauce," she said.
"The what?"
"Oh, you know, the white sauce in the lasagna," she clarified.
"Oh, ok," I replied and took over for her.
She brought back a pan and started melting butter, then she added a bit of flour and milk and she blended everything until it looked perfect. She put in some shredded cheese and was done with it.
"Ok, I think yours is done too," she said, looking at my pan.
"Now what?"
"How about you get me that deep pan I baked the cookies in that time?" she said and I knew exactly which one she meant. It wasn't often that she cooked in my house, and I remembered each and every one of them over the years since I moved out of Dad's place.
I brought it over, and she poured a layer of the red sauce then covered it with the cooked lasagna , then she instructed me to pour parmesan over it. After a few more layers, the sauces were done and the food was in the oven for another twenty minutes, according to the timer she had just set.
"So, where are you taking me tomorrow?" she asked.
"We're going to New Orleans," I told her and enjoyed the way her eyes lit up. "It's gonna be an entire day trip. We leave when we wake."
She jumped into my arms excitedly.
"Oh, I can't wait," she said and kissed me. I wasn't about to miss an opportunity so I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her body into mine. Our lips worked together perfectly and our tongues explored each other.
I picked her up and her legs easily wrapped around my waist. I walked towards the living room and settled on the couch with her in my lap. She didn't move off of me and she didn't act like she was worried about the food I had taken her away from; she hated leaving food unsupervised, something she had inherited from Gran.
I kissed her with all I had, pouring myself into those kisses, but I was soon out of air. I hugged her body closer to mine and her heat came in contact with my ever-present hard-on. I groaned into her neck and I kissed the skin I found there. Her lips found my ear lobe and her tongue was drawing circles on my sensitive skin there. She moaned as I bit down slightly on the juncture of her neck and shoulder. She pressed her body into mine more fully and her head lolled back, forgetting what she was doing to my earlobe.
My hand found its way into her hair and I brought her lips back down to mine. She kissed me back passionately and the hand that was on her waist found the way to her ass, sliding slowly down her back. I went slow enough that she'd have time to tell me "no" or slap my hand away, but she did none of that. Instead, when my other hand joined in, trailing her back and cupping her ass, grinding her into me, she moaned loudly and bit on my lip.
Our kisses became frenzied and her hands were everywhere on my chest, and shoulders and back, traveling back and forth, not deciding where they wanted to pause. Her back arched, pushing her breasts into my chest and her ass in my hands. I kneaded her flesh and she was rubbing herself over me until I thought I'd blow my load.
A loud ring came from the kitchen and we were both startled. She looked behind, towards the kitchen. The haze from her eyes cleared and she tried to steady her breath.
Our eyes met and she smiled. I had been afraid she'd run after the heat wave passed and she'd think we had gone too far, but she seemed fine. She leaned forward and kissed my lips lightly.
"Could you go take out the lasagna, please? I… ehm, I need a shower," she said, averting her eyes.
I chuckled and caressed her face with my thumb.
"I know what you mean. Go take your shower, I'll take care of it," I told her and kissed her again. She got off of me and went upstairs as I made my way to the kitchen, trying to adjust my "problem" and will it to go away.
SPOV
I felt like I would combust if I didn't take a shower that very instant. Damn, that man could get me all hot and bother and close to cumming and I was still fully dressed.
I got into the shower and I could still feel the way his dick felt against my most sensitive skin and how his hands kept touching me, how he kneaded my ass. I rolled my eyes and cooled the water even more. I could still feel his kisses, his lips on my neck and how his muscles felt under my hands.
I shook my head and stopped the water. It seemed like I couldn't cool down. I wiped off and got dressed again and went for the kitchen. It smelled divine and I remembered I was hungry. He had already taken two portions out and plated them. He was uncorking some wine as I walked into the room.
"Trying to get me drunk, Northman?" I asked.
"Oh, I don't have to try too much, you get dizzy easily. But to answer your question, no, you're more fun when you're awake," he said, and I had to laugh at his answer.
"I'm starved. Let's eat," I suggested and he nodded. He poured us some wine and we started eating and chatting. After cleaning up and putting the now-cool lasagna in the fridge we made our way upstairs.
"I can't believe it's this late," I told him, yawning.
"Yeah, I know. I have no idea how the time passed so fast," he said and we both leaned on the wall between our doors.
"So, I guess, it's good night, then," I said and looked up at him.
"I guess so," he said and leaned forward and kissed me softly on the lips.
"Good night," I told him.
"Night, Sookie," he replied, but he looked like he didn't want me to leave.
I made my way in my bedroom, changed into a large t-shirt and got between the sheets for the first time. I tossed and turned for a few minutes, trying to find my place. I kept thinking of Eric and what we had done earlier. I wished I could remember the dream better, but it was mostly bits and pieces. I wished I would have written it down when I did remember it.
Were we going to fast? I wanted him with a passion. "It's not a rebound," Di had said and she was right. I had no love-loss over Bill and I was certain Eric felt the same about Yvetta. Still, I was not one to jump in bed with my boyfriend. I had been with two men until now. The first had been Alcide, back in high school. We had dated for half a year and then we slept together, once. We were best friends more than we were boyfriend and girlfriend and we soon parted ways, choosing to remain buddies. The second we decided on this, it was like a cloud had lifted off of us and we were back to being us. I never regretted that he had been my first, cause I knew he was a good guy. However, because of this previous friend/boyfriend relationship, I was reluctant to give it a go with Eric, afraid it would considerably change the way we acted around one another. I did not feel a change until now and I took that as a good sign.
The second had been Bill, and that obviously didn't turn out well.
I got out of bed and made my way to the door next to mine. I knocked lightly, afraid he was asleep.
"Yes," he said and I opened the door, leaning against the doorway. He was turning on his bedside lamp.
"I can't sleep," I told him as I took in his shirtless form. I hoped he was wearing something underneath that sheet, or I wouldn't guarantee I'd be able to wait.
"Me neither," he said and patted the spot next to him.
I smiled and walked in, closing the door behind me. Only then I remembered I was only wearing a t-shirt and a pair of panties. I gulped when I turned around and saw the hungry look on his face as he was taking in my legs and ass.
I made my way towards the bed and got under the sheet next to him.
He propped himself on an elbow and watched me settle down.
"We don't have to do anything sexual, or anything, but I'd really like it if you started sleeping with me, here. I'm not pressing you into anything, but you're addictive. I can't seem to be able to sleep without you anymore. I know it's only been a day since we officially started being together, but what do you say?" he asked.
"I think… I'll think about it, ok? I don't want to rush into things and, honestly, you're driving me crazy. I've never felt like this before, you know. I want you, as you probably figured out this morning and I'm afraid," I said. I knew what my mouth was saying, but whenever I was close to him, my body would betray me. I have never felt more like a horny adolescent than in the past few days.
"I told you I won't molest you or anything. Can you trust me with that?"
"Oh, I trust you completely, Eric, it's me I don't trust. I don't know what to do with all these feelings and sensations you awake inside me," I admitted softly.
"One step at a time, ok?" he asked me and I nodded and reached up to kiss him.
His lips felt perfect against mine, soft, firmly coaxing mine into a response. I opened my mouth for him as his tongue licked my bottom lip. I let out a moan and pulled his body closer to mine as our tongues touched. I felt my temperature rise a few degrees as I felt his skin through the thin t-shirt I was wearing. My hands found their way, exploring his muscles. Oh, how I loved the feel of him against my hand.
His own hand started traveling on my side and his thumb tickled the side of my breast. I tensed for a second and he stopped kissing me, searching my face. My boobs were big, but I didn't particularly like them, like other women who wanted big boobs. Bill had never really liked my breasts and often said that he'd preferred if they were smaller. Since he had been the one I discovered my sexuality with, I guess I borrowed his beliefs. However, I wanted to feel Eric's hands all over me, if possible and I was not going to stop him exploring. I had caught him eyeing my cleavage a number of times even though he didn't know this.
I relaxed against him again and closed my eyes as I kissed him again. His hand was still in the same spot, frozen, not knowing if to try for more or back away in glory. I arched into his touch when our tongues met again and he took that as permission.
His fingers traced my breast with feather light touches that made my nipple stand to attention. I shivered lightly as we broke for air and his lips found my neck. Instead of going where I wanted him, his hand traveled south, to the hem of my shirt. He stopped there and continued kissing my neck, waiting for my permission.
"Please," I breathed out and his hand started riding up, under my shirt.
He reached my breast and mimicked the movements he had done earlier, tracing my sides, before his fingers drew a line to my nipple, circled it and then splayed his hand over the entire globe. He cupped it lightly and I couldn't contain my moan. His hand was big enough to cover me completely.
I opened my eyes and saw his face, full of wonder and happiness. I kissed him roughly and he continued massaging my left breast, before his hand traveled to the other one.
I wanted more. God, I wanted more.
"Eric," I said and hoped he'd understand.
"Lover?" he asked and I felt like I would combust.
"I won't be able to keep my legs closed for long," I said and he immediately stopped. My mind was catching up with the fire south of my bellybutton.
"I'm sorry. I've pushed you too far," he said, his eyes closed, his breathing heavy.
"No, it's ok. Could we just, go to sleep? I can't wait for our date tomorrow," I told him and kissed his lips again.
"Sure. Come on, turn on your side," he instructed with a smile as he got his hand from under my shirt.
He hugged me to him and I felt bad about the boner I was feeling against my ass. I mentally slapped myself when I thought 'what a waste, too. '
"If you didn't want me to touch your breasts, Sookie, you should have said so," he said, sighing behind me. "I want you to tell me what you want and don't want, Lover. I don't want anything to change between us; I want you to talk to me, no matter what it is it's bothering you," he said.
"I did want you to touch me. It's not why I hesitated. I just… don't like my boobs that much. They're … big," I said.
He leaned back and turned my head.
"Sookie, not that I have seen your breasts in full, but I have seen you in a bikini. I have also just molested them. Your boobs are the best I have ever… felt, since I'm yet to see them, as I've said. I have no idea why you think this way, but can you please leave that complex locked away in a box somewhere, a box which we can bury? You are perfect, and so is your body," he said, sincerity in his eyes.
Tears sprung in the corner of my eyes, but I willed them away. He was wonderful and he always knew what to say. I nodded and pecked his lips then turned around and cuddled into his body.
His hand came over me and his hand went straight to my left breast.
I might have snorted.
"What? She's my favorite," he said.
"Why?"
"Because she's the first one I touched," he said chuckling and gave it a little squeeze.
"Ok, fine, hold her, but remember the other one gets jealous," I laughed at his antics.
"I'll keep that in mind," he replied.
"Good night, Eric," I told him and he replied the same, kissing my neck one last time before we both drifted off to sleep.
When morning came, we woke the same way, his hand on my breast, holding on for dear life. I tried to wiggle away from him cause my bladder was threatening to burst, but he wasn't letting go.
"Is it time to hold the other?" he mumbled, have asleep.
"What?"
"I asked if it's time to hold your right breast," he clarified, opening his eyes.
I laughed, the bed shaking with us.
"No, it's time you let go, or I'll wet your bed," I replied.
"Fine. One thing, though," he said, letting go of my lefty.
"Mm?"
"It's our bed, now," he said and turned on his other side, still sleepy.
My belly felt like it had a million bees inside. Or butterflies. I think it's more common for the buzz you feel inside you to be associated with butterflies, and not bees.
I got out of bed and made my way to the bathroom. I got my morning routine on and blushed at how my toothbrush looked next to his. It felt right, somehow.
I made my way downstairs and made coffee, then climbed back to the bedroom and moved the cup under his nose. His eyes shot open and he smiled.
"Put the coffee on the table," he instructed and I did just that. He then grabbed me around my waist and flipped me into bed. I squealed like a five year old, laughing hysterically as he was tickling my sides.
"Good morning," he said as he stopped his work and kissed my lips.
"Good morning! Why did you tickle me?" I asked, breathless.
"Because you didn't wake me up with kissing me," he replied with a straight face.
"What are you? Sleeping beauty?"
"What? Don't we look alike?" he asked in a mock-shocked voice.
"Oh, yeah, now that I think about it," I mused, trying not to giggle.
"Ok, then, I was worried," he smiled and kissed me again.
"Come on, drink your coffee, you said we were to leave when we wake up. We're up. Let's go," I said excitedly.
I got dressed in a knee-length dress, with long sleeves and got my ballet slippers on. Even if Eric hadn't said where he was taking me, he did say not to wear high heels.
When he got out of the shower he got dressed in a pair of dark jeans, a t-shirt and a suit jacket that looked like it was tailored for him.
He complimented my outfit and took my hand as he led me to the car. It felt nice to hold hands with Eric, as childish as that sounded.
We popped in a CD and let it play softly in the background. Well, as softly as Guns 'n' Roses can play, that is.
We chatted about everything and anything on our way, and soon, the 6 hour drive was up. We entered New Orleans and Eric drove until he reached a parking lot near a park.
He got out of the car and came to my side to offer me his hand. I gladly took it and he lifted me out easily.
"This is the Woldenberg Park," he said, knowing I had only been to New Orleans once before, even though it was so close to home.
I could see the Mississippi from here and I became excited. We walked hand in hand, goofing around like two teenagers. He bought me cotton candy and I loved the way he looked at me as I enjoyed the little treat. His face was content, happy. He had the face of someone in love. I smiled back at him and leaned forward to kiss him. He took my hand again as I finished the pink cotton candy and we walked to the railing near the water. Two ferries were crossing the water, one being right under the big bridge in the distance.
We sat there in silence, enjoying the breeze. I was happy I had chosen a long-sleeved dress as the weather was a bit cold for this time of the year.
"I'm really happy right now," I told him, when I found him watching me instead of the boats on the water.
"I'm really happy, too," he replied, squeezing my hand. He hadn't let go of it unless extremely necessary.
"You make me happy," I admitted, holding his eyes, trying to convey to him the words I could not say yet.
"And you make me happy," he replied, his arms encircling me and pulling me close.
He kissed me there, in the middle of Woldenberg Park in New Orleans, and I suddenly wanted our date to end so we could be away from the curious eyes of the onlookers.
I had no idea when the time had passed, between leaving home, driving for nearly six hours and walking through the park, but it was nearly dusk. Time seemed to have no meaning when I was with Eric, I noticed.
We took a seat on a bench and enjoyed the colors the water took as the sun drifted over the horizon. He had an arm draped over my back and he held me close. We didn't talk. We didn't need to.
Finally, when the sun was nearly hidden completely, he checked his watch and told me we needed to leave.
"We have a reservation in an hour and we still have something to do until then," he told me.
He led me to the exit of the park and I noticed it wasn't to the car.
"We're walking?" I asked.
He smirked and pointed to the carriages parked across the street.
"Not really," he replied and nudged my hand to go after him.
I had never been in a carriage before so it was wonderful.
Jones and Caesar, which was the beautiful white horse pulling us, led us through the entire city, pointing out monuments and important buildings. The man, in his late sixties, had lived there his entire life. He loved the town to bits, even though he sometimes hated the extensive attention it got and the influx of visitors.
He pulled in front of a nice looking restaurant and wished us a good night.
"Wow, that was something," I told Eric, excitedly.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it."
"I've always wanted to ride in a carriage," I told him as he led me to the entrance of Café Degas.
"Hello, do you have a reservation?" the hostess asked us, eyeing Eric up and down. I didn't like that one bit.
"Yes, Northman," he answered.
"Ah, yes, come this way," she replied, looking over her shoulder.
She hadn't chanced a glance at me and it made my blood boil. He was my man. I wondered briefly when I had become so possessive of him. I felt his hand on the small of my back, rubbing soothing circles. He must have sensed my anger and he was trying to calm me down.
We arrived at our table and we were finally alone.
"I must say, I like this side of you," he said.
"Which side?" I asked for clarification, playing dumb.
"The jealous, possessive side," he said, leaning forward.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I said, smirking at him.
"Mhm…" he called me on my bullshit.
"Fine, I admit it. I have no idea where that came from. I'm sorry if I've made you uncomfortable or if it showed too much and I embarrassed you," I said.
"Hey, you can never embarrass me. And you haven't made me uncomfortable. You've made me feel good, I guess. Wanted," he smiled.
I simply returned the smile and the buried my face in the menu. What was I to say? I can't wait to see you go caveman because someone looked at me too long?
Apparently I didn't have to say it cause our waited stepped in. He was tall-ish, but shorter than Eric. His hair was dark and his eyes were green. "Simon" said his name tag. He didn't seem to be able to take his eyes off my cleavage and the tone of Eric's voice when he gave him our order warned Simon of the danger he was in.
I was smirking as the waited took his leave.
"What?" he asked, visibly more relaxed that the competition had left.
"You're the kettle calling the pot black," I told him, amused.
He sighed.
"Guilty. Now that we're together I'm finally allowed to be jealous. Not that I haven't been before…" he said.
"It's ok. I just want to make a pact with you. Never let the jealousy get beyond this, what happened now. I don't want you to get suspicious of me with no reason and I won't get suspicious of you. We can't take this to an extreme and isolate ourselves from other people. I will never cheat on you," I promised him.
"And I will never cheat on you either. I promise to never go overboard. I trust you, Sookie. I've waited for this opportunity for so long, I don't want to fuck it up. You're not just an infatuation, Sookie," he told me, giving my hand a squeeze.
"I… know," I replied, the words I really wanted to say, stumbling in my throat.
Our meal arrived, stopping all conversation. The server didn't even look at me this time and I let out a small chuckle as he went away.
We made small talk as we enjoyed our dinner. I was starved. Walking so much and having been outside for most of the day had really worked up my appetite.
When the check came, I wondered where we were going to spend the night. I would not let Eric drive another five hours or more at night.
"Hon, I hope you planned to spend the night around here somewhere, right?" I asked.
He smiled broadly at me for a few seconds before replying. I realized he was probably happy because of the pet name.
"I have booked a night at the Bienville House. I figured you wouldn't want me to drive at night," he smiled and I smiled right back at him, loving how well he knew me.
He took my hand and we walked to the hotel, which wasn't very far from the restaurant. To say it looked extraordinary didn't cover it. The room was spectacular and I never wanted to leave it ever again once I plopped myself on the bed.
"We can spend tomorrow here as well, if you want too. It has a nice sundeck where we can spend some time and I'd like to show you another park where there are a lot of sculptures," he said.
"I didn't pack anything," I said sadly and he smirked.
"I have an overnight bag for both of us in the car. I'll go get it now that you're safe in here. I'll bring the car in front of the hotel," he said.
"Well then, we have a deal," I replied. "Be careful," I told him as he walked out of the room.
He returned in no time and we both took turns in the bathroom. Soon we were cuddled up in bed, the TV on a random music channel. It might have been VH1, but I couldn't give a shit as I had a tall blonde kissing me.
His hands were holding me close to him and his fingers were splayed all over my side. We were face to face, making out like teenagers. His lips found their way on my neck and my fingers found their way to the hem of his t-shirt.
I pushed him backwards and threw a leg over him. His eyes closed and he let out a groan as our sexes met. I motioned for him to sit up and he obliged me. I took off the shirt he had on and was speechless once again.
His mouth attacked mine and his hands found their way under the back of my shirt. I ended the kiss and gazed into his eyes. What I saw there made my breath hitch and I decided it was time.
"Eric," I said, caressing his face.
He relaxed into my touch and let out a small, happy, sigh.
"Eric," I said once again, and his eyes popped open.
"Yes," he breathed out.
I took a deep breath and thought about what Di had told me a day before, along with what Eric had said to me as well. It might have been fast, but it was fast for people who didn't know each other as well as we did. It was fast for new couples, not for two friends who acted like they were married to each other for years, apart from the sex. So far, the only difference between our relationship and a married couple's was that we didn't get physical.
If Di was right, he wouldn't run off. And I prayed for her to be.
"I've fallen in love with you," I said softly, searching his face for a reaction.
"You have?" he asked in wonder.
"Yes. I guess I've seen you as more than a friend for years, but I was just afraid to act on it. I was scared. But now, the only thing I can hope for is not to scare you away," I told him.
"You could never scare me away. There is nothing you could say or do to put me off. I'm in love with you as well."
My insides felt full of butterflies and I felt a big smile spread on my face. My hands went around his neck and I kissed him with all I had. I stopped the kiss and raised my hands, waiting for him to take off my tank top. His palms were still under my hem. He searched my face for a few seconds and then raised my shirt.
His eyes locked on my breasts and he stopped breathing for a second.
"They truly are the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen, Lover," he told me and I felt hot all over.
His palms covered my twins and I let out a moan. My nipples responded immediately and poked at his hands. His arm went around my back as he helped me settle into the sheets. His chest made contact with mine and I couldn't believe how good it felt. It felt right.
He kissed me again, passionately, pouring into it what I now knew to be love. His hand went from my breast to my ass and he kneaded the flesh there, inflaming my desire for him. His lips left mine and found the nipple that was so eager to salute him.
I moaned loudly as his lips and tongue went to work on my chest. My legs were rubbing one another, trying to get the friction my pussy was asking for. His hand left my ass and splayed on my tummy.
"Sookie, please, let me take care of you," he pleaded and his hand inched lower so I would know what he meant.
Oh God, I could never take things slowly with this man around. I nodded my consent and happiness filled his features. His lips crashed on mine as well as his hand pushed my legs open.
First, he teased me, tracing up my leg, then to the juncture between my legs, tickling me there. His fingers then left my skin and then reappeared right in the middle of my pussy, trailing up, over the material. I shivered under his touch, and my leg moved to capture his hand there, but he pushed it away.
He moved his palm inside my panties and I think the whole hotel hear my moan when he made contact with my heated skin.
"So wet, Lover; you're so wet," he said.
"You've made me this wet. You drive me crazy," I told him in between kisses.
He trailed the tip of his fingers over my skin and then started drawing lazy circles around my clit.
"Oh, God."
"It's Eric, Lover," he said smugly, but I couldn't have cared. His lips found my breast again and I bucked under his touch.
He applied more pressure on the spot there, and I felt my hips soar off the bed again. He started rubbing tight circles, going faster and faster, and I felt like I would explode. Then he slowed again, and his fingers trailed my slit. He reached my center and waited, yet again, for my go. I raised my hips into his touch and he took that as a "yes".
One of his long fingers entered me and started pumping me slowly as his thumb applied pressure on my clit. He found the spot inside me that made me tremble, and he made sure to stroke it over and over again.
When he added a second finger I lost it. I came screaming his name, thrashing under his body. My pussy squeezed him and tried to keep him still, but he kept pumping and rubbing my clit, prolonging my orgasm. I had never come like that before.
He smiled at me, pride written all over his features. He pulled his fingers out and cupped my sex for a few seconds as the orgasm subsided. He then pulled his hand out of my panties, trailed one of his fingers on my lips and kissed me, groaning as he tasted me.
"You're so beautiful, Lover," he told me and I smiled dreamily at him. My brain was mush and I couldn't articulate much.
He pulled the blanket over us and hugged me.
"I love you," he whispered in my hair.
"I love you, too," I replied with a sigh and fell asleep in the crook of his shoulder. The best place in the world.
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xoxo
Gaby