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SPOV
The next time I awoke, I was a bit more aware of my surroundings. The sun was coming in the window, but I could tell it was still early. I pushed off the bed and quickly righted the blankets. I made my way to the bathroom and finger brushed my teeth. I gave up quickly on my hair, it was a lost cause.
After washing my face I headed to the kitchen to see if I could find something to eat. My stomach was growling like nobodies business. Even in the light of day, my purse was nowhere in site. As soon as Eric got up I would have to ask about it. I searched a bit through the tidy kitchen that looked like it was never used, and found the coffee. I started a pot and began my quest for sustenance.
All thirteen cabinets later and a thorough scout through the fridge, I had rummaged up enough ingredients to make omelets and something sweet to go with it. I could not find any meat in the fridge. So it would have to be a veggie omelet, which was fine by me, especially since I had an assortment of peppers and a whole block of cheddar cheese to work with.
I poured myself a warm cup of heaven before beginning. The coffee was delicious, certainly a lot better than my store-bought Maxwell house.
I chopped all the veggies and sprinkled them with a little salt, pepper, and extra virgin olive oil and shucked them all in the pan to sauté. Then I started on my sweets. I had gotten lucky and found enough ingredients to make a really decent chocolate sauce to go with some cream cheese cubes that were near their expiration date.
By the time I had almost everything ready, Eric finally made an appearance. Up until now I was comfortable in his tux shirt, but upon seeing him, I suddenly felt exposed. True enough it came down to my knees and covered probably more that some of my sundresses, but I found myself wishing I had a muu-muu.
"Good morning." He said huskily.
Now, I had seen Eric in nothing but his undies before, but suddenly seeing him in those flimsy sleep pants, I noticed I was trying to catch my breath. His chest was bare and I could see every curve of his delicious muscles beneath his flesh. I heard my stomach growl in response.
I cleared my throat before speaking. "Good morning."
Flashes from last night's events came to the forefront of my mind, and I realized that I had pretty much thrown myself at him. I felt the blush warm up my cheeks at the memories. Thankfully he spoke, shaking me out of my mental downward spiral that was sure to end up somewhere south of my naval.
"Smells great. Are you cooking for me, Sookie?" he said smoothly.
"Yeah, well I couldn't find my purse. Do you know where it is?" Thankfully my voice didn't betray much of my nervousness.
"You must have left it at the banquet. I could not find it. If you wish, I will send someone to get it for you." He stated as he poured himself a cup of coffee.
Now seeing as how my keys and my cell were in my purse, not to mention the fact that I was standing here clad only in his shirt and my flimsy, red thongs, I definitely was going to need my purse.
"Yes, I need my purse. I can't believe I left it there." I said and then gestured to my attire. "I hope you don't mind?"
"No." Eric said with an unusually shaky voice. "It looks much better on you." And then he smoothed a lock of ruffled hair back out of my face, sending my body into near convulsions.
I turned away quickly and flipped my last omelet. "Have a seat; I'll bring it to you."
Thankfully, he obeyed and I plated up our meals and sat one in front of him and myself. Now seeing as how Eric, for some reason, didn't have a table, we both had to sit at the bar. And that made mounting the stool a bit of a challenge given my state of dress, but I managed to do it with at least a little grace.
"No lasting effects from your bender last night, huh Ted?" He said with a laugh and then shoved a fork full of omelet in his mouth.
I laughed uneasily. "Uh…No. Sorry about that. I was…" I paused trying to find the right words. "…I don't normally drink." That was true enough, but definitely no excuse for my behavior.
"You attacked me!" Eric said with his eyebrow cocked and a smile on the edges of his lips. "This is wonderful." He pointed to his food with the fork. "Whatever I have to go through for you to cook for me, would be worth it."
I snickered. "I didn't attack you. I seem to remember you attacking me." I said defensively. It was true. Ok, so maybe I started it. But I was drunk.
Keep telling yourself that's why, Stackhouse.
"You can attack me anytime." He said as he brushed the top of my knee with his fingertips. "I never said I wouldn't fight back." Then he flashed me a cocky sideways grin.
Now, either I am just a sucker for him, or he has some sort of Voo-doo powers over me, because I felt the dampness form between my legs at the simple act.
I pasted on a, probably way too, big grin and pushed his hand away as I spoke. "I am not drunk this morning, Eric. So I will have none of that hanky-panky business." I said with a wink.
My betraying body wanted to flirt with him, but I pushed away all my less than lady like urges and grabbed a cube of cream cheese, dipped it in the chocolate and shoved it in my mouth. I think a small moan escaped my mouth, it was so good. The squeeze of fresh orange really makes the difference.
"What is that?" Eric said with his nose turned up in disgust.
I told him and he just shook his head in disgust. The little traitorous vixen in me took over. I was going to get him to try it, no matter what.
"Do you trust me?" I asked as I dipped a piece in the sauce and held it between my fingers.
He nodded his assent and I placed the chocolate dipped cheese in front of his mouth. Eric caught my eyes with his and I felt the moisture pool between my legs. This man was going to be the death of me.
I swallowed my insecurities as I slowly pushed the cube into his waiting lips. I pulled my hand back and dipped my finger into my mouth to clean off the remainder of the chocolate.
I swear I heard him growl before he said. "Another." In a husky voice.
I grabbed another and slid it into his mouth. Where this sudden bravery was coming from, I didn't know. Eric grabbed my wrist before I could pull my hand back and began licking away the chocolate there. I couldn't feel it in my finger at all. It seemed to be affecting me a lot further south, soiling my panties for sure.
I watched Eric's hand as it moved to dip a cube in the chocolate and then place it before my mouth. I opened up obediently, but he pulled it back. He wanted me to retrieve it, so I did, but a bit of chocolate dripped down my chin in my pursuit.
My eyes closed at the sensation, as I tasted the cheese and the chocolate mixed with Eric's finger that was still lingering in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around it cleaning off the excess, before pulling away.
He was so fast, I didn't see it coming. I felt Eric's tongue lick at the flesh of my chin, cleaning off my dribble. And all of my muscles turned to jell-o. My mouth was on his without any mental consent of my own. It was there out of a purely physical urge. I was suddenly hungry for his mouth and nothing else.
It tasted of the sweet and salty dessert, with a hint of the peppers lingering from the omelet. I couldn't get enough. I assaulted his lips and his tongue with my own.
His mouth was intent on mine and I felt his hand creeping up the side of my thighs. I gripped the back of his hair with both hands and pulled him closer, as our lips and tongues danced together in a frenzy. I bit the flesh of his lip when his hands found the bare flesh of my bottom and I arched my back reflexively.
With one slick movement, Eric had scooped me up, by my bare ass, and landed me directly in his lap. I wrapped my arms around his back reflexively and pulled my self closer. Eric's hand found their way up the back of my shirt and his thumbs grazed the sides of my breast, arching me into him further.
As I shifted, to balance myself on his lap, I felt his impressive length rub against my center and we both hissed involuntarily.
Now I had felt him through his pants before, but the pants he had on now left no room for the imagination. And from the feel of it, it was huge. I was frightened and fascinated by it, all wrapped up in one. I found my hips were grinding into him rhythmically, of their own accord.
"Fuck, Sookie." Eric growled.
Eric stood up and I wrapped my legs around him instinctively as he walked us over to the couch. Our mouths never ceased in their exploration of the other. He placed me down and he was on top of me immediately. I felt his straining erection rubbing against my thigh as his mouth began licking and sucking at the flesh along my neck and throat.
My hands roamed the plains of his smooth back, coming to rest on his magnificent ass, and kneading it through the thin fabric there. I felt Eric's hands slip underneath the edge of the shirt hem that was now wrapped around my waist. They made a slow trail up the flesh of my stomach as his fingertips grazed the folds of my breasts, silently asking permission.
My only response was the arching of my back into him. My breasts were quivering like little puppies just waiting to be rubbed. His hands roamed and kneaded at the soft flesh of my breast as his fingers grazed my erect nipples, sending me bucking against his length.
My center was throbbing in desperate need of friction. I squirmed slightly to get a better angle, lining his stiffness up with my aching core. My hips bucked into his roughly and I moaned against his mouth.
"Eric." I sighed.
His only response was a low groan as he began moving his hips against mine harmoniously. His mouth found mine again and began licking and sucking frantically.
Needing to feel his flesh beneath my fingers, my hands began roaming his body and found their way to the waistband at the back of his pants. I let my fingertips slide in slowly, desperately wanting to see if his ass felt as good bare as it did through his pants.
Oh! It was so much better.
I gripped my fingers around the firm, yet smooth flesh beneath tracing every curve. Eric's hands had apparently been busy with my buttons, but I didn't notice until I felt the warmth of his bare chest against my hardened nipples. I curved my body into him further.
My legs, which were still wrapped around him, gripped tighter around his hips as I ground my core against his stiffness. His hand gripped desperately at the flesh of my ass grinding his length into me further. I moaned against his mouth at the much needed contact.
Eric's other hand found my breast and gripped it firmly as he sucked my hardened nipple into his mouth. I threw my head back against the arm of the couch.
"Eric." I moaned.
His hands seemed to be everywhere and I found I was having a hard time keeping up. I tried to move my hips against his in the same rhythm but, I could feel my much needed release on the horizon.
Desperate to push myself over the golden edge I gripped his ass harder and pushed him into me as I bucked my hips against his erection with frenzied rhythm.
"Sookie." Eric growled against my lips.
As I felt the growing pressure in my walls my pace became more sporadic and frantic, as moaned sighs of pleasure escaped my mouth. Eric movements kept up with my own convulsive pattern.
Eric's breath was hot and heavy on my throat and I could sense that his release was coming too. I licked and sucked at the flesh of his nipple sending him convulsing against my core. I felt the warm moisture soil through to my own. His mumbled groans of pleasure and the sound of my name on his lips were enough to send me over the edge.
As I rode out the waves of my delicious orgasm, I felt Eric's lips and teeth on my nipples. The sensation seemed to heighten my pleasure as I felt my walls clenching in beautiful, rapturous release. My own incoherent noises of pleasure were filling the room, as I shouted his name.
Eric collapsed against me on the couch and we were both panting heavily. I could feel the sweat on my head and between our bare chests, but I couldn't seem to move just yet. He seemed to be in a similar state of paralysis.
As our breathing slowed I felt him shift slightly against me, and what had just happened hit me like a brick wall.
The sticky, moist evidence wouldn't let me deny it, as it became apparent when the cool air hit my center. Suddenly, I was extremely uncomfortable and I didn't know what to do next. After all, I had just dry humped Eric on his couch.
Shit!
A/N: What is it about feeding someone, or being fed for that matter, that is so effin' erotic? Hmmm! Could you taste the chocolate dipped cream cheese? Because I sure could.
You guys have been so patient; I thought you deserved a few lemons. I hope you enjoyed. My baby girl has got her first cold so it took me a bit longer to get this up than I originally thought it would. I hope I did not disappoint.
One of my many inspirational playlist songs from this chapter was Dirt by Depeche Mode, check it out. It just sounds like a dry hump… *giggles*
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