A/N: THIS CHAPTER IS IN NO WAY, SHAPE OR FORM FOR THE KIDDIES!!!! Seriously, if you're under 18, run away. And I am not responsible for the corruption of your morals. Go blame your parents. FYI, this is for my readers, who have been with me through thick and (lately) thin. Here you go, what we wish we could see on the series, hehe... As always, please R&R.
"So, where are you taking me?" Calleigh asked for what seemed like the hundredth time that week. Eric had been uncommonly secretive in regards to their plans for tonight. All week, he'd been giving her speculative looks when he thought she wasn't looking, but of course she was and she'd catch him. He'd quickly glance away, a light flush darkening his already bronze skin. As a result of his closed-lipped responses, she'd had to gamble on how to dress, what shoes to wear and she'd settled on an oldie but a goodie: the classic black dress. With rhinestone-encrusted black satin shoes with two and a half inch heels, the dress complemented her figure and had made Eric give her a second and then a third glance when he had picked her up twenty minutes before. The dress was made of a slinky, curve-hugging material that skimmed her body in all the right places and barely allowed for proper unmentionables. It had taken Calleigh an hour of going through her lingerie drawer before finding a set of lace-trim satin set to wear under the revealing dress. There was no way she could have worn anything more elaborate; she hated bra and panty lines and preferred a sleek look.
"You'll see," he said mysteriously, a small smile playing on his face. The rest of the drive passed in a companionable silence. Eric's Acura TL drove like a dream and Calleigh found herself lulled into an almost trance-like state, comfortable and warm, completely at ease with her date. So it was no surprise that her left hand found its way to the center console where Eric was shifting with his right. Every so often, his hand brushed hers and a shiver went through her body subtly, undetectable by an outsider, but definitely felt by her.
Eric, on the other hand, lost a bit of his concentration every time her fingers slide across his hand, brushing so lightly, but incredibly tantalizing, nonetheless. He couldn't take the unconscious teasing and so when he wasn't preoccupied by up or downshifting, Eric grasped Calleigh's hand and rubbed his thumb back and forth, back and forth, in an unconsciously mesmerizing motion.
She had to suppress a gasp at the electric feel of his warmth radiating from such a small point of contact. It was incredible the chemistry jumping between them tonight. The sexual tension was thick and it was only the early hours of night.
They'd been dating for the last three months and had gone on numerous dates, been together more than they'd been apart, but they had not made love yet. They'd had some incredibly hot and heavy petting sessions in her living room and in his kitchen, but they had not yet crossed that bridge and taken the next step into their relationship.
They had decided to rebuild the trust between them before they moved further, complicating any already complicated situation. It had been slow-going, Calleigh wasn't going to lie. It had taken them a couple of weeks to let down some of their guards, even after they started dating again. Hurt and anger had existed on both sides and it was not going to be easy to get over. They had had several long conversations and Eric had even once invited Calleigh to a session with Dr. Andrews.
She wasn't one for spilling her feelings to strangers, but Eric's earnest expression had convinced her. If this man could help her friend, her lover, get back on track after an incredibly devastating event then maybe he could help them overcome their obstacles. One of the first things Dr. Andrews had cautioned was not to let sex get in the way of rebuilding their relationship. In his estimation, communication, verbal communication, was more important and critical to rebuilding the foundation of their relationship than going at each other just because they were horny. But damn, that had been difficult…
Something about tonight, though…from the second Calleigh had opened the door to a casually dressed Eric, black dress shirt untucked and curved deliciously over a pair of worn and well-loved pair of jeans, she hadn't been able to take her eyes off him. His eyes had also lingered hotly and for one tense moment, she had believed they wouldn't even make it out the door.
But he had blinked profusely, as if trying to clear his head, and instead they had headed as planned to the restaurant. A restaurant Eric still had not told her the name of. Just then, Calleigh noticed their surroundings, taking in the familiar streets of South Miami. Eric slowed and then pulled up to the valet station of a very familiar restaurant. The red glow of the sign out front had Calleigh's eyes fixated as the valet opened her door.
"Welcome to Shooters, Ma'am," the young valet said as he offered her his arm and assisted her out of the car. Calleigh's throat constricted when Eric came around to join her after handing off the keys. Did he know? Did he remember?
"Ready?" he asked, reaching for her arm to lead her into the restaurant. Calleigh had no voice with which to reply and so instead she nodded, a lock of blonde hair loosening from her straightened mass to curve lovingly around the line of her jaw. Eric raised a hand and gently tucked the stray strands behind her ear, eyes seemingly captivated by his action. His fingers whispered across the curvature of her ear and down the sensitive column of her neck and Calleigh could not fight the instinctive shiver that trembled over her body at the unintentionally provocative touch.
Eric's eyes darkened almost imperceptibly at her response to such a simple, small touch. Damn, this night was going to be pure hell.
The maitre d seated them in a secluded corner curved booth against one of the many exposed brick walls. The low lighting enhanced the intimate feel and had Calleigh shifting slightly in her space, attempting to release some of the tension that coiled inside with Eric so close in such a small and sweetly romantic space. Tension. The tension that was vibrating through her body wasn't all sexual, however. It was a tension of a very different kind. Anxiety.
Their waiter, Michael, took their orders for food and drink and Calleigh was sure he'd remember her from three months ago when she had come there with Jake, but that was ridiculous. How could he? And besides, even if he did, he would not make a mention of it. This restaurant was not known to spread idle gossip. Michele, the bartender, nodded and smiled in Calleigh's direction and for a split second, she forgot why she was so tense about being there.
Eric's eyes focused on Calleigh's form and her focus was drawn away from the bartender and to Eric. Even when her gaze landed on him and locked there, he did not draw his eyes away for long minutes. As had been the case all week, Eric's gaze felt speculative and finally Calleigh could not take it anymore. "What? What's so fascinating? Do I have something in my teeth?" she joked.
Eric smiled slightly. "No," he said softly and was clearly about to say more when their waiter returned with their drink order. Predictably, Calleigh had ordered her classic French martini and Eric had gone with a Scotch on the rocks. Both had also ordered glasses of water. When Michael left, Calleigh continued their aborted conversation.
"You were about to say…?"
"It's nice here. I like the atmosphere," he stated, looking around briefly before bringing his eyes back to hers, something in his voice catching her attention.
Calleigh's voice caught and held in her throat for a few minutes, every sense focused on his words, his tone, the look in his eyes. "Do you…"
A small smile played on his lips as Eric reached across the table to grasp and pull her left hand to his lips, kissing the knuckles, before suckling gently and leaving a tender nip to the sensitized flesh. "Of course, why else would I bring you here? I thought it'd be nice to come to where it all started," he murmured, his lips brushing her skin, locking his eyes with hers.
She couldn't break the intense stare, and so she stared back, and in a space of a few seconds, the lovers talked without ever uttering a sound. A flutter of eyelashes flirted with him, his gaze grew slumberous, communicating his want, and Calleigh's breath grew slightly short and labored, her body flooding with pheromones, his scent, his touch, his everything, seeing things in his eyes she had no business imagining in the middle of a restaurant, a very crowded restaurant. Naked skin, heat, the scrape of nails across slicked flesh, the tender assault of a tongue across her pebbled ni—
Calleigh's thoughts, Eric's visions, were interrupted by Michael's impromptu and unwelcomed arrival with their dinner. Calleigh had to smother a pained gasp as she fought to curb her impulses, desire thrumming through her body at the heated look in Eric's eyes. The bastard, he knew exactly what he was doing. He remembered exactly what that restaurant meant to her, meant to him, them, and he was using her memories of that night to enhance her desires for him now.
Dinner was a mostly quiet affair, both intensely aware of the sexual tension thick between them and mercifully, Michael did not return while they were eating. If he had, he might have burned up from the flames of the fire burning brightly between the couple. A couple of times, Eric's legs brushed against Calleigh's under the table, intentionally or unintentionally it was unknown, but she had to bite back a whimper at the gentle scrape of his soft jeans rasping across the sensitized flesh of her calves. Several times Calleigh found herself having to cross and re-cross her legs to get some semblance of relief, the little bit of pressure against the juncture of her thighs at once a welcome and a hellish torture.
Eric couldn't help himself, though. Through the night, from the very moment she'd opened the door looking like she had, Eric had been mesmerized. Something about that night, about her, had captivated him and he was immersed in her. So he found himself unable to not touch her, in whatever small way he could. Stroking her knuckles earlier, both in the car and when they were seated, had settled a small, miniscule part of himself, but paradoxically, Eric found himself needing to touch more. The more he stroked, caressed, the more he wanted to touch, to drown himself in the well that was Calleigh, lap up the water, that sweet, sweet water, lap, lick her up, swallow her down.
His thoughts had the fabric of his jeans tightening painfully across his hips and his hands itched for more. So it was then the pads of his fingertips found the silky skin of her knee, and stroked under her kneecap, caressed so lightly the back of her knee, that sweetly sensitive patch of skin. Stroked once. Twice. A low, broken moan filtered from her lips, small, almost inaudible, and Eric's eyes were drawn to hers, the languidness of her expression, the slack muscles in her face, mouth open slightly to gasp air into lungs that had suddenly gone tight without oxygen. Her fork clattered from a useless hand and Calleigh forgot all about eating her dinner. Instead of pushing him away, as any sane person would, she leaned back slightly into the booth cushion and sunk down slightly into the seat, her ass almost to the edge of the cushion, uncrossed her legs and lifted the one Eric was caressing slightly, so as to give him better access. Her eyes fluttered shut and she surrendered to the sweet sensation. Even if it was insane to do, her last thought was that she would stop him before it went too far.
With her tacit permission given, Eric's fingers continued to circle in light figure-eight patterns against the back of her knee, enflaming that tiny patch of skin for long, long minutes, listening to her almost imperceptible cries, before moving on. He stroked upward, under the light, barely-there fabric of her dress and skated up her inner thigh. Thank God for the live band that had started to play, because Calleigh's cries grew slightly in strength, as if she'd lost track of where she was.
Eric hadn't though, but that didn't mean this wasn't turning him the hell on. Having her like this, on a night much like the one nine months ago when a first date had led to a night of incredible passion…it was intoxicating.
He needed to be closer. He craved it.
With that in mind, Eric slid across the curved seat, shrinking the two feet between them down to almost nothing, crowding her into one corner of the booth. Thank God for low lighting and the fact that his body was bigger than hers, enough to block her view of the rest of the restaurant and afford them a semblance of privacy. He wanted to continue this little bit of tease and he couldn't if that damned rational mind of Calleigh's came to the fore, which it would with one unintentional glance toward the rest of the patrons.
His hand, warm before, but scorching hot now, skated up her inner thigh slowly, incrementally, and when he met the resistance of where her legs met, Eric lightly applied pressure, coaxing the columns to move slightly, enough so he could get his hand into that sweet pocket at her apex. Damn, he had to swallow hard at the thought of touching that juicy flesh.
Calleigh responded to the gentle suggestion and parted her legs slightly, tilting her hips up and allowing for more direct access. Her hands clenched sporadically at the leather cushion under her palms, unable to do anything else. Her brain knew something was off. It knew she shouldn't be doing this, practically having sex, in front of two hundred plus patrons, but she wasn't thinking with her brain right then.
Eric had to bite his lower lip hard to prevent from coming hard at the silky, wet, no, sodden feel of her flesh behind the scrap of lace and satin she called panties. He palmed her flesh and leaned toward Calleigh, nuzzling his face into her cheek. She turned her face toward his neck and bit down, crying out into his skin, muffling the sound of her pleasure against him. Eric shuddered and applied pressure against her mound, thumb beginning to stroke in hard circles against the protruding flesh, her clitoris pulsing in need. He felt a warm gush of cream coat his fingers and when he convulsively clenched the soft flesh again, somehow the tiny scrap of fabric moved, and suddenly Eric's middle finger was pressing just barely into her depths. A spasm of her body around the teasing bit of finger that had entered had Calleigh half sobbing in pleasure-pain, sucking blindingly on his neck.
Ah, fuck. Eric withdrew his hand, but not before stroking once more against the heated and swollen flesh, circling her clit, feeling the involuntary pulsing. "We're leaving. Now," he said gutterally, before sucking the fingers that had been graced with her cream into his mouth. Calleigh's eyes dilated further in lust at the obscenely erotic display.
Who cared about dinner when Calleigh could have Eric for dessert?
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Calleigh's back slammed forcefully against the door after Eric closed it behind them, pressing his body along hers, but she barely noticed. Eric, on the other hand, certainly did. "Sorry," he said, wrenching his lips away from the suction of hers. "Didn't mean—" His apology was cut off as she pulled his lips back to hers, unable to get enough, addicted to his taste, the strangely sweet taste of coffee and him that was found in their recesses.
"More," she managed to gasp before pulling his luscious lower lip back into her mouth for an intense nip.
Blindly, they moved from the shadowed hall down to Calleigh's room, Eric leading the way. Neither of them noticed the fact that he knew where her bedroom was, considering he'd never been there. For the last three months since they'd started their relationship again, they'd always made out in the living room, both knowing instinctually that if they went into her bedroom, they weren't coming out until both of them were completely satisfied.
Trembling fingers removed Eric's soft cotton shirt. Silk whispered to the floor as Eric ghosted it down Calleigh's arms. Gone was the flirty black dress worn to entice and tease and slacks slid down legs tense with anticipation. Calleigh was left in her lace-trimmed black bra and panties set while Eric was down to white boxer briefs. Calleigh's lips turned up in a brief moment of levity at the color (tighty-whiteys) before morphing into a more serious and intense look, eyes turning hot from the amount of bare Eric-skin that was available for her viewing and tactile pleasure.
Although they had made-out several times in the convening months since they decided to give it a go, never had they gotten to this point. Both had instinctually cut the tension before to protect their fragile relationship. However, by some silent, mutual agreement, they were ready to take that final step. Now that they were in that moment, Calleigh found her heart rate slowing down, the trembling in her hands diminishing, and her breathing evening out. It wasn't that she wasn't aroused. It wasn't that she didn't want him. It was the exact opposite. She did want Eric that much. She always had. And now, the moment was crystallizing in her mind and she wanted to absorb every moment, every millisecond of the next few hours. It would be the first time they'd make love in over nine months.
Tears unexpectedly pricked at her eyes and Eric's expression grew concerned. "Hey, baby, we don't have to do this. We could just go back into the living room…"
Calleigh shook her head and had to swallow several times before she could get the words out. "No, that's not it. I'm not having second thoughts about making love. It's just the first time since… I've just really missed you and…" Her throat closed on the words once again. Eric smiled a bit at her words. "…I love you," she said in a rush.
Eric had said the words months before in an impromptu confession, but Calleigh had not. Something had held her back then. If she was truthful about that time to herself, she'd still felt insecure about Eric and his feelings, having just borne the brunt of his intense anger for the previous two weeks. But no longer. They were on more stable ground with each other. Granted, they had a long way more to go, but she felt as though the ground was no longer moving beneath her feet.
Eric loved her, he'd said the words, and more importantly his actions over the last three months demonstrated his feelings. All evening she'd been trying to find the right time to speak what was in her heart, but it hadn't seemed like the right time. She'd come to realize, though, that there was no 'right time' because, as she'd found out nine months ago, life could take everything you cared about away in a heartbeat and she wanted no regrets. Not anymore. Not ever again.
A moment of understanding passed between them and Calleigh took the opportunity to slowly reach her hands out and gently lay them on his chest, stroking lightly. "God, I missed this," she said, joy, a tinge of sadness, love, and affection ringing intensely through her voice.
Calleigh slowly raised her lips to Eric's, touched her open mouth to his and began the slow dance toward melding his mouth to hers. Tongues touched, swirled, darted smoothly, and slowly retreated. As if by silent agreement, their actions were unhurried. Where before there had been desperation, and hunger, and sex, now there was a languidness to their movements, a no-rush feel to their actions that spoke of love, sensuality, and all-the-time-in-the-world patience. There was no need to rush. No desperation to color their actions and turn what should be an incredible act of love between two people into a frantic rush to completion, sensual desire reduced to rutting. No, this moment and all those to follow were about a meeting of minds and bodies, a reflection and physical expression of the emotion two people shared. A sharp contrast to the other times they had been in a similar situation.
Eric's hands moved to her face and he cupped her cheeks, at once supporting and gently taking control of the kiss. Nips were received and given right back, lips curving into approximations of smiles at the sweet teases. After a few moments, his hands skated down her neck, fingers drawing figure-eights on her collarbone, eliciting the most delicious shivers, before trailing down and around her back to reach the clasp of Calleigh's bra. It was removed slowly, Eric giving her several seconds to change her mind, if she so chose, but she did not.
Calleigh had never been more sure of anything in her life.
Eric took his time relearning Calleigh's curves visually, wanting to memorize what he'd dreamed about for months. She was perfectly formed, pink nipples pointing at him, enticing and just begging to be licked, nipped, bitten, and sucked. His mouth flooded with saliva at the thought and Calleigh must've caught his thoughts in his eyes because she shuddered visibly.
Hands cupped gently around the globes, and thumbs brushed once, twice, thrice across their erect tips. Calleigh whimpered and swayed on her feet. Eric let go of her right breast to grasp her hip and secure her body against his. Lips lowered to suckle and her knees about buckled. Eric had to swiftly remove his mouth to prevent his teeth from nipping a bit too hard on that sensitive flesh. He backed further into the room and they rounded the bed, coaxed her to sit down on the side so she would be more stable, and he could continue what he'd barely begun. He parted her knees gently.
Long moments passed as Eric worshipped her breasts with his hands and mouth, teeth and tongue. Calleigh's movements grew more frantic and frenetic with every lash, nip, suckle, and stroke of his tongue on her sensitive skin. Her body throbbed everywhere, but most especially at the points of contact with his mouth and between her legs.
But Eric had more in mind, apparently. He pushed her down to the bed gently, so that she lay horizontal and parallel to the head of the bed, placed in the middle, with Eric hovering above her. He bussed one last kiss on her lips, before trailing down her body, pausing only to press one more kiss to each nipple and then onward to her belly. He spent long moments there too, pressing and stroking such that Calleigh thought that a place that had never before been an erogenous zone had been converted. He slowly, painstakingly, tortuously lifted his head and hovered a mere inch above her pubis, breathing hotly against her core. A swift buck of her pelvis had Eric impatiently removing the silky fabric of her panties down past her hips, over her thighs and off her legs, before tossing them aside.
Calleigh's hips strained upward to coax, cajole, anything to get his mouth where she wanted it, but to no avail. Eric would do what he wanted, and not a moment before. He had been like this before, intensely concentrated on her pleasure, always thinking about her. Loving her so deeply. A pang of regret went through Calleigh, but before she could linger on the emotion, Eric took mercy and lowered his lips. Like before, he went slowly, methodically, and it soon became apparent he was testing different moves to see the reactions he received. Did a wiggle of his tongue on the underside of her clit give him a breathy moan or a high-pitched squeal? Did the nip of his teeth against her lips yield a scream and a thrusting of her hips against his face in a demand that almost knocked his teeth back? Yep, and he loved every buck, scream, and scratch down his back.
Calleigh had to strain, fight herself not to orgasm too quickly. It had been so long since they had made love, it felt like years, but even so, her body anxiously remembered and demanded satisfaction. She denied herself as much as possible to draw out the pleasure, but soon she was succumbing to his skillful tongue and tender lips. When she came back down, Calleigh's heart was still hammering in her chest and a satisfied lassitude had started to spread through her limbs. However, that lassitude disappeared when she felt him draw off his underwear and get into position. "No," she murmured.
Eric's face looked stricken for a second and Calleigh would have laughed if the situation wasn't so serious. "No, Eric. Not yet. I want…more. I want…you," she said shyly, her intentions being to repay the attention he had bestowed upon her.
He breathed a sigh of relief and twisted to lie back down, allowing Calleigh free reign with his body. She tentatively pushed him back to the bed, reversing their positions. Eric's body eagerly pointed toward her, silently requesting whatever she was willing to give. He watched as Calleigh settled into position and then reversed direction, heading up instead of down. A twinge of disappointment was felt before the glide of soft lips caressed his, Eric forgot all about any expectations, and he lost himself in the magic that was Calleigh.
She pulled away after long moments, satisfied at having left him short of breath and trailed her lips down his neck and chest, pausing to kiss, suckle, and nip teasingly here and there along the way back down to where he was so hard and eager for her. She held his gaze as she slowly lowered her head and laved his hipbones. Calleigh had to suppress a smile as Eric's half-hearted protest reverberated through her bedroom. Soon though, that tender bit of flesh wasn't enough and she found her mouth positively flooded with saliva at the thought of taking him inside. It had been months since she'd last tasted him, and although Calleigh had never really been a woman to enjoy such an endeavor, she'd found it almost addicting when it came to Eric. One more quick glance up to see if he was watching (he was), and she lowered her face toward the erection jutting proudly from the trim nest of hair surrounding it.
Eric's head fell back at the first touch of her tongue, a tentative lick, soft, barely there, a tickle against sensitive skin. He could feel Calleigh touching him with her fingers, lightly stroking, as if she were learning his body, what he liked. That thought changed when she opened her mouth further and sucked him in, tickling the sensitive crown, before running her tongue along the underside, up and down the throbbing vein. She wasn't learning his body. She owned it. Lock, stock, and barrel. From his sketchy memory of their short months together, they'd been sexually active and damn, the woman definitely knew and remembered what he liked.
Calleigh suckled him strongly, gaining more confidence in her actions by the reaction of her lover. She might not consciously remember every trick he enjoyed, but her body did and muscle memory was a wonderful thing. The soft and tentative touches dissolved in favor of strong pulls and hard sweeps of her tongue across his crown. When she dipped her tongue into the sensitive slit, Eric's back bowed instinctively and his fists clenched tight in the bedclothes, hips vibrating in the fight not to thrust his body into her face. Calleigh moaned at the silky taste that adorned that small part of him and craved more. More determined than ever to not just give him the orgasm she'd received, but to selfishly taste his release, she redoubled her efforts.
At first, Eric didn't realize a change had occurred. He was too wrapped up in the raw pleasure of having his girlfriend's warm and soft mouth enveloping the hard ache that had taken over his body, but when he began to feel that familiar pressure and tingle down low in his back, some semblance of sanity took over and dragged the near-comatose CSI out of nirvana. "Baby, no," he gasped out, fighting his body's need to orgasm. He'd only had his right hand for company for months now. Not that Calleigh hadn't been willing, but he had known it would have rushed and possibly ruined this thing between them. She ignored him until Eric tugged at her neck, breaking her concentration.
"Why'd…?" she asked huskily, her gorgeous mouth swollen red and shiny from working him over.
Eric almost came at the seductive sight of her, mussed hair, swollen lips, sultry and dusky green eyes at half-mast. He had to swallow down the saliva in his mouth to get out the words, "Because I want the first time to be inside of you." He said them quietly, breath still a bit short, but they were even more important for all the emotion they conveyed. It would be the first time since before they broke up that he would be inside her, that they would be making love. And even though Eric had had some really incredible dreams about them, most of them memories, the details were sketchy at best, Technicolor technology, when he craved HiDefinition 1080p.
Calleigh's eyes cleared and then went liquid with tears at the sensitive words of her lover. She hadn't thought of it that way. She'd just been going on instinct, listening to the demands her body and her heart placed on her. But this wasn't just about her anymore. In fact, it never had been. It was about them, about what they wanted. And right now, Calleigh couldn't be more in agreement. While she'd been tasting Eric, she had somewhat sublimated her own desires, but now that ache that had been put on the backburner for the better part of twenty minutes now made itself known with one well-said sentence. Her body wanted Eric, more than anything she'd ever wanted in her life. Her heart needed him and her soul ached for him.
She crawled slowly up his body, kissing softly here or there, laving a scar left by one of Eric's sisters when they were kids, before reaching his full, tender lips. Her eyes locked on his as she leaned down and kissed him again. God, kissing him would never get old. Not in five years. Not in fifty. She expected her independent nature to bristle at the fleeting thought, but surprisingly, it didn't. Something clicked inside. Eric was it for her.
While Calleigh was lost in her own head for a moment, Eric took advantage and reversed their positions so that he was hovering above her, comfortably bracing his corded arms on either side of her head. When he began to lower his body to meet hers, Calleigh's eyes sharpened and focused on his. "Nice of you to join me," he teased.
"Always," she sassed with a smile, reaching up and caressing his face lightly.
Eric reached down and tested her readiness, wanting to make sure she was prepared. He shouldn't have worried. Between the restaurant, his oral attentions, and the arousal she'd felt going down on him, Calleigh was soaking wet and swollen for him. Brown eyes darkened impossibly further when he brought his hand to his mouth and licked his fingers.
Calleigh's internal muscles clenched in remembrance of that wicked, wicked tongue and the erotic licking of his fingers in the restaurant. "Enough of the teasing, Eric. Enough of the foreplay. I'm so ready I'm dripping," she whispered.
"Hmmm, I can't wait to taste again," he murmured.
"Oh, you—" Her protest was cut off by a small but strategic movement of his hips that brought that magnificent piece of equipment into exquisite skin-to-skin contact with her molten core. All Calleigh could do was moan.
At first, Eric glided against her, getting himself wet with the copious amounts of lubrication her body provided. Although he wasn't the biggest man in the locker room, he was a good size and Calleigh hadn't been seeing anyone since Jake, so Eric planned to take things nice and slow. At least, to start. When he was slick from her body, he poised himself at her entrance and began to push slowly inside, one inch at a time.
Calleigh had to fight with her own body to relax. It had been a long time since she'd had sex, even longer since she'd had it with Eric. Jake had been good in the sack, but Eric was physically bigger and her body had adjusted to first—a smaller man—and then no man, but her resident B.O.B. So taking him in for the first time, no matter how much her mind, heart, and body wanted it, was going to be slow-going. And fucking tortuous. Because she wanted all of him inside her now.
Finally, when he had sunk his entire length inside the hot recesses of her body, Eric breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed marginally, but held himself still for a few minutes, allowing his partner to adjust. He knew it had been a long time for her—he could feel the tightness in her muscles, and he didn't want to cause her a moment's pain. But some caveman part of him loved the fact that he'd had to work his body slowly into hers for her to accommodate him.
Calleigh could feel her muscles softening, pulsing around him, and she could almost feel the light pulsing of his shaft as they adjusted to each other. Within a few minutes it began to get harder to stay still, the ache deep inside screaming for her to move, arch her back, rotate her hips, cant her pelvis, anything to ease the violent need inside. Her fingers flexed on Eric's hips, pressure applied to toned skin and muscle. Eric raised his head, eyes opening from being held closed in concentration, focusing on Calleigh. "You can move," she said softly. "I'm fine."
A sigh of relief shuddered through his body and the fine tremors that had begun to take hold quieted at the first slow stroke back and then inside. Both moaned at the electric feel, Calleigh as sensitive walls were caressed and Eric as his blood-swollen erection was gripped by what felt like wet silk, tugging at his flesh. His movements at first were slow, teasing, not by design, not meant to torture, but because he wanted to memorize every second of this first time with Calleigh.
He had so few memories of before, he wanted to commit every second of her to mind, paint a picture using every vibrant, color-saturated paint known to man to capture each moment. The soft expression on her face when he first entered her - shock, relief, love, hunger, and affection written on the canvas of her skin. The light flush that overtook her cheeks and traveled to her chest when he rotated his hips and thrust up that first time, hitting that elusive G-Spot. The soft gasp that followed and the flutter of her eyes as she failed to keep them open through a few light spasms. Not a true orgasm, not by any sense of the word, but a nice precursor to one, whetting her appetite and Eric's for that plateau.
Even so, he could not resist when she began to press him for more, faster, harder. Her hands grew more frantic and clawed at his back, urging him. She was so close, he could tell and he redoubled his efforts, ignoring his burning lungs, pounding heart, and throbbing cock. He was determined to bring her to that point first, and then, only then would he follow her over.
"Eric, Christ, Eric," Calleigh panted, hiking her legs up high on his back, straining to find her release. She was so close, so close, but she couldn't quite reach.
Some instinct deep inside had him pulling her left leg from its death grip on his hip and drawing it up, opening her body further to him. As a result, he gained a precious inch that granted him a long moan from his lover. A hard stab had her muscles clenching convulsively around him and had Eric biting his lip to keep from going over. Not without her, he chanted inside. Not without her.
A low groan released when Calleigh arched her back slightly, which in turn brought Eric a few centimeters deeper inside, but enough that he was butting against her cervix. Most women couldn't take penetration that deep, but Calleigh craved it with Eric. He was the only one who'd ever gotten that deep and not been kicked out of her bed. With him, it was all pleasure, no pain.
A rotation of his hips followed by an angled thrust that brushed her clit and hit her G-Spot internally had Calleigh almost screaming in pleasure, arching her neck so the long cords stood out in relief. Eric smiled smugly. "Ah, that's what you need, baby?" he murmured before repeating the bone-jarring, sanity-stealing move. Calleigh felt it start deep in her hips and back, a pressure, a tingle that signified her orgasm. A few more of Eric's moves like he'd performed before had Calleigh clenching down on his cock in a rhythmic wave, her whole body overtaken, limbs trembling. Eric came swiftly after Calleigh, the silken feel of her body caressing his, the knowledge she'd come in his arms, sending him over the edge.
He collapsed in her arms, face buried against her neck, trying to catch his breath and listening as Calleigh attempted the same. When he thought he could move, Eric attempted to push himself to the side, but she would have none of that. "No, stay right where you are. I like you there."
"But I'll smother you," he protested, attempting to move to the side again.
"I missed being covered by you. Stay right where you are," she replied, pulling him down from his half-raised position, cradling his head in her hand. Eric nestled his nose right back into its now-favorite spot—the base of her neck.
"I'm not going anywhere, Calleigh. I may not remember much, but I know this is where I'm meant to be," he murmured, softly pressing a kiss to the soft skin his nose had claimed, before laying his head down again and closing his eyes.
"Good, because I'm not letting you go. Ever," Calleigh said softly through a yawn, one hand cradling his back and the other caressing the short hair at the vulnerable nape of his neck, before closing her eyes too. Sex, although arguably the best pastime ever, was incredibly tiring and Calleigh found herself unable to stay awake. No matter. They could talk tomorrow. They had the rest of their lives to talk.
So, hot and bothered yet? ;)