A/N: WARNING: THIS IS NOT FOR CHILDREN. This chapter is rated a very HARD M. You don't like, you don't read. Simple as that. Don't blame me for the corruption of your morals.
On another note...this is it. The 15th and final chapter for Waking Dreams, which means, no matter how much you request, I will not be writing a sequel. Sorry, I've got other fic to write. I want to thank every one of you that read, and even more, I want to thank those that actually reviewed and kept with me over the last nine months. It's been a hell of a labor of love. I also want to take this time to thank Jen for reviewing for me. Without her, there'd have been many more mistakes than there were. lol. One last warning: DON'T read this at work. Or around your kids. But your respective spouse or lover may benefit. lol
The drive to Pullen Park proved uneventful, but only due to the fact both parties kept their hands to themselves. Calleigh kept herself busy by losing herself in her thoughts and rolling the window down a bit to feel the cooling breeze coming off the beach. Pullen Park was half a mile from the ocean and the coolness of the breeze helped cool her ardor and regain her senses. Eric did have the damnedest effect on her. She was really looking forward to the picnic, which was the only reason they weren't secluded in her house right now making love. She shivered at the thought and barely repressed a quiet moan.
Eric, for his part, had to shift his body every so often. The arousal that had gripped him when he'd first laid eyes on his girlfriend that night had not released its claws and he had to fight to keep from reaching for her across the console. If he did, they'd be in the backseat within moments, pulled over and pulling each other's clothes off in a frantic bid for access to more skin. Mmmm, Calleigh-skin… Damn it, no, he thought, trying to refocus his thoughts. No matter how much he just wanted to drive them back to her place and make love, it wasn't on the agenda for tonight. He actually had a purpose for this dinner and he was determined to see things through. Even if it killed him. Or rather, his libido.
Thankfully, blessedly, they arrived just as the sun was starting to make its descent over the horizon, casting a glow across the surface of the earth, beautiful blues, purples, pinks, oranges, and golds playing on the landscape. The couple pulled the blanket and basket from the car and walked a few minutes into the park to a clearing that had a great view of the horizon; the sound of the waves crashing on the shore could be heard faintly. Eric laid out the blanket against an oak tree and then removed the contents of the basket: sandwiches, two long-stemmed wine glasses, grapes and a small container of fruit salad. Calleigh loved strawberries, pineapple, and oranges. For a sweet ending, Eric had cajoled his mother into making tres leches for two.
Calleigh spread out the skirt of her dress around her body modestly and then helped Eric with their light dinner. Once everything was spread out, Eric leaned his body against the oak and drew Calleigh into his arms. Settled nicely against his chest, she handed him a sandwich and proceeded to take a bite out of hers. A soft sigh escaped Eric after a few moments, his sandwich in one hand, the other wrapped around Calleigh's waist.
"What?" she asked softly, after swallowing more of her dinner.
She felt him move against her and then, "Nothing. Just…content. Happy to be here, with you, like this." His rumble was a quiet exhalation against the thin skin of her forehead, his warm breath tickling her lightly.
Calleigh smiled and closed her eyes. "Me, too," she agreed.
"It seems like yesterday that we were fighting, and at the same time, it seems like a lifetime ago. I'm just glad we didn't…let the past get in the way of our future," Eric said quietly, struggling to put his emotions, his feelings into words.
"So am I. We almost let our anger and pain blind us to the incredible possibilities. A part of me wants to forget how we were before, when we were fighting. It was hard and hurtful, but a greater part of me doesn't want to forget, because we've learned from our mistakes. I don't want history to repeat itself with us, Eric. I don't ever want to lose what we have. We've been through so much to get to this point." Calleigh's voice caught and Eric had to swallow hard to suppress the tears lodged in his throat.
"Christ, Calleigh, neither do I. I love you. I love you, baby," he murmured and twisted his body to meet her lips in a slow kiss. Before things could progress into that territory, Eric pulled back, much to Calleigh's dismay, only to lift and turn her so she was somewhat facing him, her body cupped against his, one arm supporting her back. "It's been six months since we became lovers again. It's been a year since we originally broke up. So it's safe to say this is an anniversary of sorts." He reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and pulled out a long slender velvet box.
Calleigh's heart started to hammer in her chest. It's too big to be that. Rings come in small, square boxes, not long, rectangular ones, she thought to herself. But that reassurance didn't prevent her hands from shaking when she took it from him and opened it. The box contained a diamond tennis bracelet with eight emeralds interspersed equally between the diamonds. The diamonds caught and held the moon's soft light, and glinted in the near darkness, casting prisms of soft light across her and Eric's clothes. She gasped at the beauty of the bracelet and almost missed the small piece of paper tucked in the corner of the top half of the box. Calleigh pulled that out after setting the box in her lap.
For the woman of my dreams. Eight years of friendship. And much more.
"Oh, Eric, it's beautiful. I love it," she whispered after a long moment. He let out a soft exhalation of relief, a bit worried this wasn't the right time for it. "When did-Why-?" Calleigh's voice broke after a few words and she was unable to complete her questions.
"I found it in my bedroom, the night I confronted you," he said quietly. "I think I'd had it a long time, obviously since before the shooting, but I think I was going to give it to you before we broke up. Probably as an anniversary gift."
Tears pricked her eyes. How could she have been so stupid? If not for her, they would have been together now for over a year. Her insecurities-
"No, Calleigh. I can see where those wheels are turning and I don't want you going there anymore. That time is over. In the past. No more guilt trips, for either of us," Eric said, tipping her head up to catch and hold her gaze, emphasizing his words.
A small smile played across her lips. "Okay, then. Will you help me put it on?"
In response, Eric took the box from her and as she held out her hand, he encircled it with the bracelet, hooking the clasp before setting it down, caressing the sensitive skin on the inside of her wrist. Calleigh shivered in response to the gentle stroke. "You know why the emeralds?" She shook her head. "Because they remind me of your eyes. Beautiful green eyes. I lose myself in them all the time."
What could a girl say to that? Nothing. But she could show what it meant. With that in mind, Calleigh reached up and kissed him slowly, savoring his taste, but it wasn't enough. It soon became an urgent kiss, which quickly turned ardent. She pulled his head down sharply to meet her mouth, pressing the softness of her lips against the firmness of his, licking at his mouth, and coaxing entrance into recesses that wanted nothing more than her sweet taste. What started out slow turned fast quickly and the couple found themselves on the ground, rolling around on the blanket, each trying to gain the upper hand.
They rolled in the leaf-covered damp grass, tussling and each trying to gain the upper hand. Finally, laughing, she gained the top position and straddled him, leaning down, breath whispering against his, her face just inches from his. A smile curved her lips and she said quietly, reverently, "I love you." Eric swiftly closed the distance and reached up with his mouth to capture hers in a passion-filled kiss, communicating all that he couldn't say at that moment for lack of speech.
Eric pulled back, for a moment disoriented, before his vision cleared and his eyes focused on the woman above him, face inches from his, forehead creased in concern. "Eric, what's wrong?" she questioned, alarm in her tone.
A slow smile spread across his face. "Nothing. Nothing's wrong. I just had another flashback, another memory. I think we were in a park, about to make love. I think it was the first time you said you loved me," he murmured.
The concern cleared up and a mix of happiness and sadness glimmered in her eyes. "I remember that afternoon and evening."
"Tell me more. I may not get all of my memory back. I may not recall everything, every moment about us, no matter how much I want to, but I do want to hear about it. Who knows? Maybe it'll jog my mind," Eric joked, trying to lighten the mood.
She levered herself up slightly to respond to his request. "I said I loved you and we made love for the first time. It was an afternoon much like this one, actually, closer to dusk, like now…" Calleigh painted a picture with her words and in moments Eric was able to saturate the canvas that was his mind with images of that afternoon and passion-filled evening. He learned that the near misses with the locals in the last few months wasn't the first time he and Calleigh had dared to cross the line. As she spoke, Calleigh's body gradually lowered back down to cover Eric's, her head resting in the crook of his neck. A sweet lassitude invaded her limbs as she whispered to him of their lovemaking that evening, when they got back to her place. What they'd started in the park barely made it to her house, they were so hungry for each other.
By the time she concluded her story, both of them were breathing harder, and Calleigh had been so lost in the memory, she only now realized Eric's hand had crept up under her dress, and he was slowly, teasingly stroking the sensitive inside of her thigh from behind, just a few inches from where she needed him. His breath stirred the delicate hairs against her forehead, tongue touching her skin briefly in a soft, slick, open-mouthed kiss. His fingers, roughened with calluses, caressed and pressed lightly just those precious few inches from the heat of her core, which was burning, ready for him.
"Come on, Eric. Let's go home. Now. I-" She couldn't finish the words due to the heat rushing through her body, but Eric didn't need the words. Her body was telling him everything he needed to know, and he was in perfect agreement. As quickly as they could, the couple gathered their belongings, packing the basket hurriedly, the fruit salad and tres leches unmolested, and walked across the field, which bordered a large forested area.
Eric's strides through the clearing were swift and almost jerky, basket and blanket swinging precariously from his left hand, his grasp on her hand tight and every few seconds, he gripped hers in a pulsing, rhythmic manner, palm sweaty and sliding across hers, reminding Calleigh of sex, communicating his desperation to get them to the car and home now. She could feel the slickness of her desire on her thighs as she walked with Eric. Christ, why had they chosen such a far clearing? Couldn't they have found something closer? Or better yet, they could have driven the car into the park, parked it in the clearing. (Never mind it was illegal to do so.) Yeah, that would have worked. And then they could have just gone back to the car, and Eric would have been able to just start it and get them out of there. It was a quick drive from the park to his place.
Calleigh's thoughts were interrupted when she tripped over a rock on the uneven ground. Eric caught her, his arms instinctively grasping her hips to steady her gait, her body flush against his. Every one of her curves plastered themselves to every hollow in his. Her knees had weakened a bit and so now Calleigh rose slightly to her full height. She shouldn't have done that.
Her body slid against his, every nerve coming to screaming life, sensitized beyond belief at the torturous heat and feel of his presence. Up until then, she had been holding it together, just a few more minutes, a few more minutes, but she snapped. Calleigh pulled Eric into a small copse of trees in the forest not too far from the clearing so they wouldn't get lost, but deep enough that they would have some privacy. She knew she wasn't thinking rationally, she knew it, but at that moment, she didn't care. All she knew was that she wanted Eric. She wanted him now. Any way she could get him right then and it didn't matter that they were in the middle of a state park. It didn't matter that there weren't candles and soft sheets and music. Calleigh was feeling elemental, and she wanted Eric on an absolutely basic level. She had to have him inside of her right then or…
She didn't know what would happen, but she knew she couldn't wait until they got home.
Eric, for his part, hadn't said anything. His mind was also on one track and as long as they didn't get interrupted, he didn't care where they made love. In fact, the idea of making love in such an open place, forbidden as it was, tantalized his senses and revved his engine even higher. Desire for his lover had never been higher. His ego had taken one hell of a backseat to his id and his basic desires for Calleigh now ruled him. He wanted anything and everything. He wanted to show her just how much he loved her, how much he was dedicated to her, to them. And, he admitted, he just wanted to fuck her. As basic as it was, he wanted Calleigh every way he could have her, every position. He wanted to bring her screaming, his name on her lips. His cock jerked hard at that tantalizing thought.
He was pulled back from his thoughts as they stopped and Eric laid out the blanket, the basket dropped nearby. As hot as he was for her, Calleigh was not going to be lying on the cold ground without any kind of cushion. She came at him the moment he rose from the blanket, eyes intent and hungry on his mouth, and plastered her body against his. Eric anchored himself at her hips and gave in to the drugging kisses of her mouth, licking inside and searching out her taste. Gradually, they descended to the blanket, and Eric wasn't sure exactly how he wound up on the bottom, Calleigh straddling his hips. But he wasn't going to complain.
Calleigh's hips were making small, subconscious movements over Eric's cock, stroking her soft, silky, panty-covered core against that delicious hardness. Her dress had shifted so the only things in her way besides her panties were two layers from his clothes. But she was preoccupied. Calleigh's mouth ate at his, licking, nipping at the soft, succulent bottom lip. That was her lip, she thought, pulling back slightly to look at the appendage before closing her eyes again and mashing her mouth against his.
Idle hands his were not and so Eric stroked over her body through the dress, sensitizing nerves and making Calleigh shiver in reaction. His fingers curved and his blunt nails raked down her back softly. She cried out a small sound and arched her back.
Oh, God, more, she thought. I need more. I need him. Calleigh started pulling at his jacket, and Eric removed it, but by the time he'd started that, she had already moved onto his shirt and instead of attempting to unbutton the damn thing, she grasped each side and pulled, rending the fabric and sending buttons flying.
Eric's passion had been high before, but it went into overdrive at the pure hunger in her actions, the glitter in her eyes that spoke silently of her desire. He tried to pull the dress off, but Calleigh would have none of that and batted his hands away. "No, let me," she whispered hoarsely. Eric complied and instead helped her remove his shirt and then reclined back onto the blanket, his head and body pillowed by the soft fleece. Calleigh followed him and kissed him deeply one last time before moving on to harder surfaces. Her lips trailed down from his very hard to leave lips, down his neck to nip, and then lick and started to move toward his chest, but came back up to bite and suckle into the cords that joined his neck and shoulder.
Eric cried out and arched his neck, reflexively grasping for an anchor. And he found it in the form of Calleigh's silky hair and the sweet curve of her ass under the dress.
Calleigh didn't know why she was being so harsh with Eric. Normally, she was an attentive if a bit passive lover, but with Eric… Something in him brought out a side of her she'd never known she'd had. Feral was the word. Possessive. Yes, that was it. She was possessive. And she wanted to mark him, the way that he had marked her, albeit his mark was on the inside. She wanted everyone they saw, everyone they met, and everyone they knew, to know that he was taken. That he was hers.
After a few more minutes of suckling the skin, Calleigh moved down, eyes upturned for a moment to ensure the spot was reddened. A faint impression of her teeth was visible, the skin around mottled and the capillaries broken, and a primitive part of Calleigh was satisfied. Her musings were refocused by the smooth and tan skin of his upper chest, which received various licks, sucks, and nibbles across that surface. His nipples, those hard and delicious points, were treated to soft suckles followed by hard nips, sensitizing flesh that normally on guys wasn't sensitive. Eric groaned and twisted a bit, whether to try to get away from her she didn't know, but his movements placed him even further in her grasp. Calleigh trailed slow kisses down his chest and to his rock hard abdomen, hard from training, but also because of the sexual tension racking his body.
Sweat formed on his brow at the slick feel of her tongue moving and tracing over the lines defining his muscles in his lower abdomen, just a few inches above the part of him that was aching for her beneath the restricting jeans. Calleigh followed the trail down to the top of his jeans, licking teasingly along the rim. Eric had to grab the blanket to keep from pulling her long hair. Instead, he tried to calm the tremors running through his body while he waited for another action from his lover. Finally, her hands came into play and slowly unbuttoned his jeans and eased the zipper carefully over the hard bulge throbbing for her breath, her mouth, her hands – anything. Calleigh pushed the sides of the jeans down and Eric lifted slightly to help her remove his jeans. She breathed hotly over him and his erection tented the white cotton of his boxer briefs even more, communicating to her just how much he wanted and needed her attentions.
Her tongue darted out, quickly there and back again, to lick at his hardness through the thin layer of cotton and Eric's hips rose instinctively, seeking that wet heat. Gasps escaped his lips, and his hands clenched and unclenched, trying to find an anchor where there was none. None but the intense feel of her mouth when she deemed it necessary. She was torturing him and Calleigh didn't seem to care. Something was going through her tonight…something feral and he liked it. No, he loved it.
Eric shivered as Calleigh's nails scraped his hips as she drew the cotton down, and he assisted by lifting ever so slightly. She flung them away in the general direction of his other garments and focused her attention at the staff rising hard and proud from the neat tuft of hair at the base. A sly look into his eyes was all the warning Eric received before Calleigh's warm mouth engulfed his head, suckling gently, before swiftly moving off, but not before dotting a small, smacking kiss against the tip. He couldn't suppress the groan that emerged from his throat at the erotic move, that tantalizing sight.
Calleigh trembled inside at the sight before her: Eric helpless, at her mercy, awaiting her pleasure, his sole focus on her mouth and the delights she could bring him to. A hot gush of cream slickened her core and moistened the sides of her thighs. God, having Eric like this, hers to just…devour…was the hottest thing she'd ever experienced. She wanted to drive him out of his mind with pleasure, completely insane with the need, just like he'd done to her so many times during their months together. Payback was a bitch, and Calleigh was its queen.
With that in mind, a quick glance up revealed Eric's focused gaze on her mouth, and not her eyes, where her intentions for the night could be found, and Calleigh once again lowered her head to tease the mushroom-shaped tip of his cock with her tongue, lightly flicking the sensitive skin, softly probing the slit. An expletive escaped Eric's lips at that particular move and his entire body trembled in reaction. Fuck could be heard softly, very softly, chanted from nearly motionless lips and Calleigh's lips curved into a smile. Better, but he could still think if he could speak understandably. And she wanted him incomprehensible with need.
She took him back into her mouth, this time working her jaw muscles to take more than just the head, to take all of him, as much as she could, into her mouth, before slowly releasing his shaft up to the sensitive head and doing it all over again. Over. And. Over. Again. Mindless. She wanted him mindless. Calleigh lost herself in their passion and Eric too, and so she barely heard it.
Snap. A twig or branch broke in half under a pair of heavy work boots.
Calleigh almost clamped her mouth on Eric in surprise at the sound and he froze below her, attempting to calm his breathing and catch his breath without gasping for air.
"Hey, Dave, did you hear something? Maybe those teens are back." Boots crunched on the leaf and branch-strewn floor alarmingly close to where Calleigh and Eric lay. Maybe fifty feet away.
"Probably just another hurt deer, Mike," Dave said. "It's been a while since those kids were out here making out. I think we scared the shit out of them before." He answered a call on the radio from dispatch about a false alarm and turned back to his partner, flashing his light toward him.
Mike laughed and then continued, "Yeah, but still. Let's do a quick walk through before we head back to Central. Don't want to be accused of not doing our jobs."
Mike snickered. "Fine, fine, but you're buying the coffee and bagels this time."
Calleigh could hear the two police officers moving around, but resumed the attention to Eric's still hard erection. God, it was dangerous, really dangerous to be doing this out here in the open with two fellow boys in blue only feet away, but she rationalized it by thinking they wouldn't be found. They could be quiet. Well, she could be quiet. Now it was in Eric's court. Could he contain himself?
Eric's eyes just about bugged out and his heart hammered in his chest at the sounds of the two officers nearby, but he nearly had a heart attack when Calleigh's hot, wet mouth took him inside again. He waved frantically at her, head lifted to plead mercy. hands trembling in reaction to her and to the prospect of getting caught. But she continued. With a saucy twinkle in her eye, Calleigh worked his cock over, licking up and down and all around. Eventually, she reached his balls and worked those over too, lightly scraping them with her blunt teeth, sucking each one inside and treating it to a warm bath, before moving on slowly toward his perineum, that smooth place between his balls and his anus and licked that too, before dipping down to tickle lightly at that most private part of him.
A daring and insidious thought entered her mind and for a moment, she hesitated, wondering if it was going too far, but dismissed it almost immediately. Eric liked to experiment and what was good for the goose….
Calleigh slowly moved Eric's left leg up and out and coaxed his hips to cant up. She reached down, dipping two fingers into the cream which had gathered at her apex in response to her thoughts, and actions, and Eric's reactions, and couldn't help but play there for a while, stroking herself in time to the delicate suction from her lips against his cockhead. Finally, after a long minute, she reached up with her well-lubricated fingers and pushed one cheek to the side. Calleigh glanced up at Eric questioningly, and he reassured her with one look that whatever she was about to do was okay with him.
Eric tensed as he felt a slick finger brush against his anus, circling, circling. But he couldn't help his body's reaction. Shamefully, his cock grew in size, blood flowing, rushing faster to that part of him. He had to breath deeply, but quietly, trying desperately not to make a sound that would alert the officers to their location. Thankfully, the sound of the cicadas and other forest creatures drowned out their heavy breathing.
The soft touch moved back to safer, more familiar territory, stroking gently against his perineum, and had Eric's hips levitating off the ground and bucking into her hand and biting his lip to prevent the scream that wanted to bubble up.
Instinctively, Calleigh knew she had found what she was looking for, stroking against the sensitive bit of him that was a gateway to a man's secret pleasure, softly caressing just right to have him coming in mere moments. She didn't care that they were in the open, that anyone could see them, that there were two police officers only feet away on beat patrol looking out for just this kind of behavior. No. None of that mattered. The only thing that mattered was the man beneath her, trembling, sweating profusely in the middle of a climax made all the more intense by the fact that he couldn't cry out, that he had to keep all that release inside and let it wash over him, internalize it. She caught the ropey strands of his release between her lips and licked him tenderly as his tremors began to calm, bringing him down slowly. He was gasping silently, body still trembling, when they tuned in to hear the two officers moving further out of the woods, returning back to the main streets of their patrol.
Calleigh pressed one last reverent kiss to the tip of him, feeling his body shudder at that small caress, before looking up, her face pressed against the hollow of his hip. Her fingers, sticky with hers and his release, twined with his, and Eric's grip tightened, as if seeking an anchor. Finally, after long moments, his breathing evened out enough for him to hoarsely whisper, "c'mere." Soft eyes beckoned her embrace.
That was it. Just that. And with one softly spoken word, coupled with the strength of his arms as Eric shakily helped her move up and into the curve of his body, Calleigh's heart melted even more. Her heart, already his, was steel in its resolve to never leave him. How they'd gone from intense passion to soft words and tender emotions, she couldn't explain. She just knew that with Eric, all of those things were present all the time. It wasn't possible to separate her passion from her emotions. They were intimately entwined when it came to him.
Calleigh could still hear the hammer of his heart as he calmed, her ear pressed to that strong, yet fragile cage encasing it. Soft hands ran up and down absently along his body, stroking gently, and unknowingly, Calleigh began to incite Eric's passion. Never far from the surface, it rose swiftly. But his body needed to recover. A person didn't have a sexual experience like he'd received just now without a little recovery time. He had to bite back a moan as his weakened body stirred. "Give me a minute."
Soft laughter interrupted cicada song and Calleigh lifted her head from his comfortable place on his chest. "Did little ole' me wear you out?"
A small smile played across his face, one side upturned higher than the other. "Yes," he said frankly. "But you can wear me out like that anytime, baby," he said, extending his neck to top a kiss on those oh, so kissable lips. What started out soft and teasing quickly expanded and deepened and Eric found his refraction time greatly reduced. Calleigh was the cause of course. Not that he was complaining. Who could complain about that?
His thoughts were fractured by the silken glide of her body against his and his mind focused on one thing: reducing his lover to a quivering mass of flesh the way she'd done to him.
He reversed their positions and removed her dress and lingerie. Eric settled back a bit to take in the lovely, breath-stealing sight before him: Calleigh naked against the blanket, naked but for the diamond and emerald tennis bracelet adorning her wrist, an unspoken outward sign of his love. The diamonds caught and held the soft moonlight, tracking slivers of light across his chest. So beautiful. He leaned down and, after pressing a possessive kiss to her lips, trailed a sweet line of kisses down her neck and ears, pausing to scrape gently that cartilage-covered skin so rich in nerves; he was rewarded by shivers that wracked her body. He leaned down and with an upturned gaze, eyes locked on Calleigh's, bared his teeth and slowly, oh so slowly, lowered and captured a berry-red nipple gently. Out of the corner of his eye, Eric could see the basket, with its wine bottle sticking out and a most wicked idea had his breath catching as tantalizing images played across the canvas of his mind. Eric rose swiftly, ignoring her protest and returned with the opened bottle of wine, the basket now within easy reach.
Eric pulled Calleigh up slightly, into a semi-reclining position, and allowed her to reach back with her arms and brace herself against the soft fleece of the blanket. She didn't know what he had planned, but she wasn't worried. Calleigh knew Eric to be an inventive lover, and trusted him to see to her pleasure. He'd never brought her pain before and he wouldn't start now.
Her curiosity was assuaged when, with one flick of his wrist, the opened bottle of red wine spilled a small stream of its contents down her body, starting at her neck and working its way down, over her breasts. It never reached its final destination as Eric opened his mouth and suckled the liquid from her breasts, the cold liquid hardening her nipples even more so, the combination of cold liquid and hot tongue eliciting a ringing cry from her lips. A trail of wine stained her breast, and took the path of least resistance, down her tip and into the waiting well of his mouth.
"Mmmm, delicious," Eric said in a smoky voice, almost too low to hear. A second tilt of the bottle had her entire body arching in acquiescence, straining toward that hot cavern of a mouth, the talented tongue that licked, lips that sipped, and teeth that scraped so gently, blunt teeth leaving faint marks of his possession on her skin.
Calleigh was shaking. With heat. With desire. With every arousing emotion and feeling and sensation a woman could. Taking Eric over had been incredible, intensely, insanely delicious and satisfying, but she loved it when Eric took her over like this, completely demolished her senses, and her defenses, to insensate with need. Pure. Unadulterated. Need.
Fire rushed through her veins and pooled in her belly, evidenced by the wetness coating her thighs and slickening the soft cleft between. Tremors racked through her body. Hands shook as they tried to lock against the fleece in her fists. Gasps escaped her mouth, heart hammering in her chest, and she thought briefly that she wasn't going to be able to survive this, and he'd just suckled her breasts.
A dark laugh escaped his lips and Calleigh's head spun at the sexually charged sound. "I've only begun, love."
Another tilt and her body jerked at the cold against her heated flesh, this time running down centerline to pool a bit in the hollow of her belly. A dark head bent and sipped delicately at first, licking gently, before taking huge bites of her skin, blunt teeth teasing at the sensitive flesh before gently releasing, sucking all of the liquid, now warmed from her burning skin.
Ah, Jesus Christ, was her last thought before a final tilt of the bottle directly against her cleft rendered her boneless. Calleigh collapsed against the blanket just as a snarl rent the air and Eric's dark head descended on that part of her wet all on its own for want of him.
Eric's eyes burned as they focused on the image of the cool liquid coating her folds, seeking out each crevice and slipping inside, warmed by the heat of her body. At eye level with that part of her, he could see everything and he was salivating at the thought of drinking the potent combination of cool wine and hot Calleigh. A snarl of need escaped his lips before he descended on that tender flesh, pressing an open-mouthed kiss against slick folds, delving between, licking as much of the wine as he could, and in the process, drinking her down as well. Eric was drunk, drunk not on wine, but on her.
It was long, long moments before Eric came up for air, satisfied he'd sipped all the wine he'd spilled and then some, but he hadn't let Calleigh come. Each time she neared that sweet peak, he'd drawn back, nibbling her outer lips, licking and flicking at her thighs and hips as she came down from that cliff, only to bring her back up again. Over and over. When he looked up, Calleigh's face was one of sheer perfection, expression contorted into pained pleasure, head moving back and forth, so lost in her desire she'd not yet comprehended he'd left her. He had one more task, something he'd been thinking about for some time, an image in his head, a conversation from before, he thought, that he could not quite get out of his head. A fantasy about to come true.
Eric quickly rummaged through the basket and found what he'd been looking for: the fruit salad. He picked one sweet berry from among its neighbors and returned to his lover. Calleigh's eyes opened slowly at the movement, confusion in her eyes. "Why'd you stop? Don't stop," she whispered, her voice hoarse from her cries.
"Never, baby," Eric said, heat burning in his eyes. "Just needed to get something. I want to play just a little longer and then you can come." He ran the split berry across her lips, leaving their surface shiny with juice.
Calleigh's inner muscles convulsed strongly, but around nothing. The emptiness at her core cried out, wept, demanded, screamed for his thick, long cock to sooth it, to quell the aching need at her core. To fill, fill, fill her up to the brim, to overflowing. Stretch her body to accommodate his and then maybe she could be satisfied, satiated.
Eric moved down her body, his eyes locked with her burning gaze before breaking that covenant to watch his fingers as he brushed the slick meat of the strawberry against her folds, slipping and sliding, enjoying the hot visual of this intense act. He opened her up to his gaze and to the berry, turning it over to slide the bumpy side against the swollen bud of her clit, round and round, teasing, coaxing her hips up and watching as she instinctively found and joined his rhythm. He let her have her pleasure for a few minutes, but when her cries grew more fervent, Eric left that hard button and moved down, sliding it into the hot cavern that was her core and slipping his fingers in alongside. Calleigh's body contracted against the berry and him and Eric had to bite his lip to smother the groan that wanted to echo across the forest. He eased his fingers back, gently, but couldn't help the stroke against her walls, desperate to feel her.
Calleigh cried out at the succulent touch and her body rose in demand, in plea, for his fingers, his mouth, anything. Ah, Jesus, why did I tease him like that earlier? Was this payback? Maybe, but sometimes Eric was just this focused on her. On what he could do to her and her reactions to the intense pleasure he brought her.
Eric's dark eyes grew even smokier at the immensely arousing sight of the berry at her core. Always did love strawberries, was his last thought before all reason left him and he converged on her flesh, sealing his lips against the burning skin crying out for him. The first bite of berry exploded taste into his mouth, both the sweetly tart fruit and the smoky flavor of Calleigh. Eric ate at the berry as best he could, sucking bits of the sweet fruit into his mouth, and also using his teeth to bite into the juicy bits remaining outside the entrance to her body.
Calleigh's cries rose, her thighs tightening against his head and her fists clutched desperately at the fleece beneath her. Like before, when their positions were switched, where he'd found no stability, neither did she.
When Eric had eaten all that he could from outside, his insidious tongue delved in, stroking against sensitive walls that at once welcomed him into their depths, before circling around the bit of fruit and sucking the berry out a few millimeters to meet his mouth and teeth. He sucked the fruit out, but one stubborn bite remained inside and he had to slip his fingers back inside and hook that bit down and out into his waiting mouth. His fingers returned at the demand voiced by the fingers in his hair and hooked across that sensitive, spongy tissue that was a woman' G-spot, that was Calleigh's. Stroked gently, oh, so gently across that bit of flesh and muscles tightened against him, pulling him in strongly, and not for the first time, Eric wished he could be here forever, inside her, learning and relearning all of her secrets, eating her up and drinking her down for the rest of his life.
A faint jerk went through his body at the intensely possessive thought.
Now. He couldn't wait. He couldn't wait anymore to be inside her. He needed that the way he needed to breathe. Eric deliberately stroked harder over that space inside and moved his mouth up to capture the exposed hard pearl of her clit between his lips and mercilessly sucked. In a matter of moments, Eric had Calleigh screaming in release, muscles clamping and releasing against his fingers, inciting him further.
He couldn't wait. He couldn't wait until she came down from her high. He needed her now. And so he swiftly moved up, removing his fingers and lips from her needy body, silencing a protest with his kiss before shafting his cock deep into Calleigh's core. He swallowed her second scream and fought to stay atop as her body bucked into his convulsively, letting her ride the pleasure into a second orgasm while taking his own. Mere minutes into the frantic coupling, Eric came hard, his release forced by the unyielding grip of Calleigh's body.
Long minutes passed before either of them could get enough air to breathe properly, much less speak. When his heart had somewhat slowed, Eric lifted his head to gaze into Calleigh's eyes, now somewhat clear, instead of cloudy with passion. He raised a shaky hand to smooth the sweaty tendrils of hair from her face and lowered his head to press his lips to hers. In stark contrast to their coupling, the kiss that followed was sweet and soft, tender and slow. Savoring.
The couple lay on the soft bed of fleece, recovering from their lovemaking, content in the silence between them. Sometimes, more was said in silence than in words. Time seemed to stand still in this secluded copse, sheltering the couple from the outside world and in minutes, both closed their eyes and drifted to sleep in each other's arms.
When Eric woke, he was disoriented at first, but sense quickly came to him at the soft feel of his lover beneath him. He reached for his phone near the forgotten basket and checked the time. 3:54am. They'd been out for hours. And they needed to get out of here and get home. Before those cops came back. A grin tugged at his lips at the thought. "Cal…Hey, baby, time to wake up," he said softly, running a tender finger down her face, coaxing her to wake up and join him. She protested quietly, still semi-asleep and Eric had to laugh a bit at her insistence. She did love her sleep. When it suited her.
"Come on, baby, wakey, wakey…" Eric punctuated the request with a kiss, which worked better than his words. She responded to him immediately, still half-asleep until her brain caught up to the motions of her body.
"Hmmm, why're you waking me?" she grumbled. Eric couldn't suppress the sharp laugh.
"Well, if you'd like to stay here and let the mosquitoes devour more of that luscious skin, then be my guest. But I'd like to get home. Especially considering the cops might still be around," he said, amusement coloring his tone.
At that, Calleigh's eyes popped open and took in her surroundings. "Eric, what time is it?" She grabbed his phone and about shrieked at the lateness. "We have to be at work in just a few hours! Let's go!"
Eric laughed and after heaving himself up, helped her onto her feet before gathering and sorting their clothes before getting dressed. Both quickly repacked the basket, and Eric caught the fiery blush that stole over her cheeks as Calleigh gathered what few strawberries that hadn't spilled onto the night floor back into the basket.
When they were finished packing, Eric walked hand in hand with Calleigh back to the car, which was several minutes away by foot. His other hand contained the basket and the empty bottle of wine. Calleigh's embarrassed pleasure at the sight of the bottle and furtive glances to and fro, as if searching for something, or in their case, someone, prompted Eric to tease, "Looking for someone?" Her blush grew even more intense and he smiled. "Why, Calleigh, I never took you for an exhibitionist," he teased further, obliquely referring to the incident with the police earlier.
Calleigh's silence was punctuated by Eric's soft laughter.
*****
Eric's bedroom
5:53am
Eric lay awake, sheet draped across his naked hips, Calleigh next to him, turned to the side. Her hair was splayed across her pillow and a bit of his, but he didn't mind. It was 5:53am and he couldn't sleep. How that was possible with the night they'd had he didn't know. The passion they'd shared had eclipsed every other moment. Each time was better and better, hotter, more intense. He prayed their passion never dimmed. And it wouldn't, not if he had anything to do with it. No, their love would keep that part of their relationship alive, brilliantly, vibrantly alive. Forever. Calleigh shifted next to him, and the diamonds from the tennis bracelet on her wrist sparkled and caught his eye, reminding him of another diamond.
Eric carefully leaned over his nightstand, careful not to wake Calleigh, and opened the bottom drawer. He rummaged around for a moment before his hand closed over the soft velvet and drew it out into the open. Moonlight streamed in and lit the room softly, so he could see what he held: a small square box. With a flick of his fingers, the box was opened and he stared at the discreet diamond set in platinum, the perfect engagement ring for a woman who did not care for chunky jewelry because of her job.
He had given her the tennis bracelet as an unspoken proof of his intentions, even if she did not consciously recognize the jewelry for what it was. One did not buy bracelets that cost a person several paychecks without intentions. Future intentions. Even though it wasn't 'the ring' it was something. Moonlight caught sight of the diamond and reflected through, the light catching and cascading across Calleigh's face.
She may not be ready for that kind of commitment now, as evidenced by the flash of panic in her eyes earlier when he gave her the bracelet, however minimal, but one day soon, perhaps he could pop the question. After all, he did find the right girl.