Ehm...hey. Do you guys still remember me? I - I really don't know what to say other than I am so so terribly sorry for the immense long wait (wow exaclty 3 months). I hope you're all still out there, and I'll try to make it more closer together, though I can't make any promises, because real life is being a bitch at the moment.
Again so so sorry!
I hope you like this chapter!
WARNING! RATED M!
XXII
Snow watches as Eric rises, and puts his hands on her shoulders, slowly pushing her back. "I want you now." he growls. Something stirs deep inside her, something that makes her ache for him.
"I want you, too." she whispers, her back hitting the pillows and her eyes locked with his. "I love you."
His body covers hers gently, and he is leaning on his elbows to prevent himself from crushing her. "I love you so much, Snow. Have you done this before?"
Snow shook her head, and she felt a tremble going through her body. She knows what she is getting into, but it still unnerves her. "I have not."
Eric, experienced as he is, nods and kisses her lips softly. "I am going to make this as pleasurable for you as I possibly can. But I will not lie. This first time will hurt."
"I know."
"Are you sure? We can wait until our wedding night?"
Snow grabs his face in his hands and kisses him passionately. "I do not want to wait. If anything, our wedding is the perfect reason for us to do this now. That way, our wedding will be perfect. No pain, no blood, no nothing."
"You are," Eric says, slowly kissing each eyelid, "without any doubt," he goes down to her neck, "the most," he nips her collarbone, "extraordinary woman I have ever met."
Snow moans. If this is any indication of what is coming for her, she can hardly wait. Her stomach flutters with anticipation, and she tangles her hands in his hair. "Eric…I love you so much. I feel…" She cannot quite put it into words, but she can feel something stirring inside her. Something screaming for him.
His lips touch hers softly, as gentle as he can. "I know. I know you cannot put it into words, but I know. I feel it, too."
"What is it?"
"Want. Love. Lust." he whispers.
"I have heard of those things. Father said it was a sin, one of the mortal sins, but it does not feel wrong."
His right hand press down on her shoulders softly, and the other slide in her neck to tip her head up slightly. "It is not wrong. It is so very, very right. It is human. Natural. Trust me."
Snow lifts her arms and wraps them around her lover's neck. "I trust you."
Eric's face lights up, and he leans down to kiss the Queen softly. His hand slides from her shoulder down softly, over the curves of her breasts to the hem of her dress. "I love you." His hand slides under her dress, his fingers caressing the soft skin of her thighs and she moans at the sensation. It is all so new and exciting. "Just let go. Do whatever feels right. Follow your instincts. You will know what to do." His lips descend to her neck, and Snow closes her eyes, enjoying her Huntsman's lips on her skin. It sets her on fire, or so it feels. Something in her stomach is coiling, and between her legs she can feel dampness. She cannot help but blush at all this. It is so new, so overwhelming.
"Eric…" she moans, when his fingers brush the rag that covers her private parts. The touch sends shivers all up her body.
"Yes, my love. I am going to make you feel so good." His voice is hoarse, and it warms her to her core, excites her even. Oh, she has never felt so innocent before. She knows nothing of this. How can she satisfy him if she knows nothing? "Do not worry." Eric continues, watching her with his wide, ever blue eyes. "I will show you all there is to learn about this. There is so much. So many sides of the same coin. But not tonight. Tonight, I will show you only satisfaction." He pushes the rag aside and cool wind touches her there for what seems like the first time. She shivers. "This sensation will be new, alien even. If it hurts, you must tell me, alright? Please." She nods, and then another moan escapes her throat as he gently presses his thumb to an extremely sensitive spot, that makes her insides coil and her body ache for him.
"What...what is that?"
"That is your clitoris. A bundle of nerves every woman has. It brings you infinite pleasure if properly stimulated."
Snow's mouth forms a surprised 'O' as he slowly rubs the nerves, and her back arches out of its own accord. "Eric..." She gathers that this is 'properly stimulated', because she feels wonderful, all of her worries banished from thought, all of her pains vanished.
Eric's hand slides up her leg, pushing her dress up so that it is bunched up at her waist, and he slides in between her thighs, his face close to her private parts. "I am here, my love." he whispers, his breath sliding over the sensitive flesh, making her moan again. He leans forward and suddenly his tongue is on her, slowly exploring her folds and she feels everything. Her entire body feels like it is on fire, and she grabs hold of the sheets below her for support that the sheets cannot give her. All she knows, all she remembers, is that she wants more, always more of this man with his delicious ways, his beautiful face, his wonderful voice.
"What are you...? Oh." Every thought flies out of the window, as Eric's warm tongue suddenly touches her folds, slowly tasting her, and immense pleasure washes through her. She mindlessly grabs his hair, massaging his skull as he works on her. She whispers his name, and one hand moves down from her stomach to her clitoris, his rough skin teasing the hard bundle of nerves. Her back archs off the bed, a moan escaping her throat. What he is doing to her...it is heavenly. She wants more, more, always more. "Why are you doing this to me?" she breathes. He stops what he is doing immediately, moving up her body with a worried look on his face.
"Do you not like it?" he asks.
She looks at him with wonder, before softly touching his face. "No, Eric. I love it. I was just wondering...I was told that this was only meant for reproduction...it should be fast."
Eric shakes his head, laughing softly. "Oh Snow, my beautiful, innocent Snow. Sex is about so much more than that. It is about love, intimacy, me showing you how much I love you, and, in time, about you showing me. It is about so much more than reproduction."
Snow smiles, stroking his face lightly. "Please, continue. I need you, Eric."
He leans in, kissing her softly, while stroking her exposed stomach softly. Then his hand creeps lower, and lower still, until his fingers find her clitoris again. He brushes it briefly, before moving even slower. "I am going to slowly insert my finger now. It may hurt a bit, because you have never been touched before, but it will become better." He kisses her softly as she nods. "Tell me to stop and I will. Just relax." His index finger finds her entrance, and he slowly starts to insert it. Snow's eyes fly open, the burning sensation startling her.
"Stop! Stop, please!"
Eric pulls away immediately, his face worried, his left hand gently stroking her hair. "Did I hurt you, my love? I am so sorry, so sorry, do you want to stop?"
She breathes in deeply. Of course she does not want to stop, it just startled her. She wants this more than anything. "No. No, I do not want to stop, Eric. Please, try again."
His face lights up with pride and love. "You are so brave, my beautiful Snow." And so he tries again. This time, Snow breathes deeply in and out, calming herself and reminding herself that this is Eric and that he would never do anything to hurt her. It is easier immediately, and soon only pleasure remains. He moves his finger gently, kissing her neck while watching her face for any signs of pain. Snow would be surprised if he finds one. What she is feeling...it is perfect, new, sensational, exciting and above all, extremely pleasurable. Suddenly, she feels a second finger start to enter her, and she tenses momentarily, before remembering to relax. The burning sensation returns, and she fights back the urge to cry out in shock. Not pain, because it is not pain. She has known pain, and this is not it. "Do I need to stop?" Eric whispers softly, stilling all his movements.
No! Snow opens her eyes, looking at him. "Please, do not stop. Please." He smiles, kissing her again before resuming his movements.
"I love you so much, Snow. I am honoured that you allow me to do this. To give you pleasure." he whispers, kissing her lips and jaw and neck. Snow smiles faintly, but she barely registers his words. The intense pleasure is overwhelming. When his thumb brushes her clitoris again, everything in and around her seems to explode. She screams like never before, arching of the bed as she tries to handle the extreme pleasure that washes through her...over her...all of it at once.
When she awakes from a semi-unconscious state, he pulls his hand back and lies down next to her, a loving grin on his face. She turns - not an easy feet, because every little movement causes a twinge of pleasure to go through her - and looks at him. "What was that?" she says - or tries to say; her voice is hoarse and does not come above a small whisper.
"That, my love, was your very first orgasm." he says, a hint of pride in his voice. She can understand that; he brought her that orgasm.
"I - I just - wow." She is ashamed of her own lack of words for what just happened, but Eric does not seem to mind. He leans forward giving her a sweet kiss.
"I know." he just says, smiling as if he really does know.
"But that was not it, was it? The act itself, I mean."
He shakes his head. "No. That would require me entering you, really entering you."
Shakily, she lifts her hand, trailing it down his chest and stomach to between his hips. "With this." she states, gently putting her hand over the bulge in his pants, startled by the hardness she finds there.
He inhales sharply, closing his eyes tightly, his face a mask of concentration. "Yes. With that." His voice sounds husky and strained, and Snow realizes that it is because he is affected by her touching him. He is just as sensitive there as she is. "Please, Snow." he growls, grabbing her hand, stilling her movement. "You are making it extremely difficult to restrain myself."
She leans in, surprised by her own boldness, presses her lips close to his ear and whispers, "I do not want you to."
He looks at her, his eyes wide with lust and love. "Snow..." he says, his voice hoarse. "I promise I will go slow, but it will hurt at first. I apologize in advance."
Snow feels an ache inside her stomach, it yearns for him to touch her, make her his. "Just do it, Eric. I trust you, I love you."
He nods, kissing her softly while he moves his hand down to his pants, undoing the laces and pushing it down and out of the way. "I love you. I love you." he whispers, "Close your eyes, my love." So she does. She closes her eyes, and waits for whatever he has in store for her. She trusts him wholeheartedly. His hands softly roam her body, tickling her in some places, making her giggle, and strangely more relaxed than ever before. The air between them has cleared of any tension, and she has surrendered every ounce of herself to him. Just like he has surrendered to her. His hands gently spread her legs a little wider, and she feels him reposition slightly in between her legs.
And then she feels it. Something unlike ever felt before. Something hard and warm, larger than his finger just moments ago, is pressing against her, and she tenses up a bit. He strokes her hair and whispers soft things, and she relaxes again. He stops moving and she opens her eyes, questioning. When their eyes lock, dark brown upon light, stormy grey, he smiles, leaning in and kisses her softly. She melts into the kiss, and then he pushes in. The burning sensation is ten times worse than it was before, making Snow gasp for breath. She feels Eric tremble on top of her, in restraint. "I am trying. I am trying, my love." he whispers. "Oh God, I want you, but I do no want to hurt you."
"I know." But the longer he is taking, the more it hurts, so she bucks up her hips out of instinct, making him gasp. "But please...please, continue. It is only getting more painful the long you take." Eric's eyes widen, realizing that he is indeed only hurting her, and then he kisses her hard to distract her, and pushes through.
The pain is almost too much to bear. It is like something is tearing inside her, breaking apart at his deep penetration. "I am sorry. I am so sorry." Eric whispers softly, kissing her lips, staying as still as possible. "It will pass. I promise you, it will pass." Snow forces her eyes open and watches a tear slips down Eric's cheek. It tears him apart that he is hurting her. "I do not wish to hurt you. God, the fact that I am the one hurting you is hurting me. I am so so sorry."
"Eric, shush." whispers Snow, stroking his hair while she can feel the pain decrease. And as it does, she can feel him. So deep inside her, throbbing deliciously. Like his fingers, but endlessly bigger, deeper. And endlessly more pleasurable. She moans softly, wrapping her arms around his neck, burying her face in his shoulder. "Oh, Eric...Eric...please...I need..."
He kisses her shoulder softly, comforting her with soft shushing noises. "I know. I know what you need. You will get it, I promise."
"Please, can you...can you move, please?" she whispers in his ear. He nods, the muscles in his neck tightening as he does. Then he thrusts his hips forward softly, moving deep inside of her. She gasps as a sharp tingling feeling shoots through her body. A feral growl erupts from her throat, a sound she has never heard before, but her mind is too occupied to be ashamed of it. Besides, he does not seem to mind.
"Oh God...Snow...my love...you are so perfect." He slowly pumps inside of her, and all Snow knows, cares about, is that Eric continues this. Their bodies move in perfect synchronization, sweaty skin slipping against each other. Eric is trembling and groaning, and it is making her feel extremely good. Another rush of pleasure shoots to her core when he gives a particular deep thrust, and she throws her head back in her neck. They are like fire and ice. Forever burning and melting at the centre of their universe. Nothing else exists. Nothing.
"Eric...Eric! Eric!" she gasps, arching her back, and pushing her hips up against him. He lowers his head to her small breasts, taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking softly. In shock, her hands fly up to his hair, gasping for air to handle the sensations burning through her body right now. It feels too much, and yet not enough. Not nearly enough. She needs more. "More. More, more, more..." she chants in his ear, and he groans as one hand travels the distance from her neck down over her unattended breast, down, down, all the way down, until his fingers are softly brushing her clitoris. Tears of pleasure streak her cheeks. She loves him so much, and everything she is experiencing right now is because of him, and it is all so perfect.
"Wrap your legs around me, love." he says, and his voice is hoarse...deliciously so, in such manner that the sound sends another shot of pure pleasure down her spine straight to her nether regions. She does as he asks, curious to find out exactly what it does. She nearly screams, because he just reaches that much deeper. "Am I hurting you, my lady, my love?"
She shakes her head desperately, clenching her eyes shut, and throwing her arms over her head to grab the headboard. "No...need...more...please...Eric...almost..." Eric chuckles, leaning forward and claiming her lips in a passionate kiss. The bed creaks with the force of their movements, but neither pay attention to it. They are enclosed in their own world, nothing can get in or out and it is nothing short of perfect.
"Come for me, my love. I will not finish before you, please...come for me." He presses his finger on the bundle of nerves, and Snow screams at the top of her lungs, so loud that her throat almost aches. The same feeling from before washes over her...through her...it drowns her...pulls her under in pleasure and pain alike. She throws her arms around Eric's neck, clinging to him desperately, as he thrusts one last time and finishes with a animalistic growl. He buries his face in his shoulder as he groans and pants, his warm breath ghosting her skin, his large hands on the side of her head to hold himself up, lest he crush her under his weight.
For a long time, no words are spoken. The room is filled with satisfied gasps and heavy pants, as both try to regain control of themselves. Then Eric gathers enough strength to push himself up ever so slightly. He moves a bit, still inside her, and she whines. She is overly sensitive. "How was it, my dear, precious Snow?"
"I – uhm..." How do you word perfection? How do you give meaning to heaven? No one can. "God, Eric...I cannot...I do not..."
Eric smiles, leaning in and kissing her bruised lips softly. "It is alright. You do not need to speak, my love. This..." he gestures at her face, and then strokes her lips softly. "This is enough." He leans his forehead against hers, and their still laboured breaths mingle. "I love you, Snow. There is not a moment in time where I will ever not love you." he whispers.
Snow puts her hand in his neck and pulls him in for a soft kiss. She wants him like this forever. In her arms, in their bed, forever together. No worries. No wars. Always this. Always them. "Eric, I will give you everything...my soul, my body, my heart...although you have all three of them already." she chuckles.
Eric brushes her hair aside and stares in her deep brown eyes for a long time. "Just know that when and if you want to, you can demand them back."
"I do not want them back."
"Maybe not. But I would like for you to have that choice."
Her man...her Huntsman...so perfect. "God, I love you." Her legs, now trapped under his heavy body, start to grow numb and she squirms uncomfortably.
"Oh God, I am so sorry." He rolls off of her carefully, as to not to hurt her. She arches her back and barely suppresses a moan when he leaves her body. She does not want him gone, but she also knows that it was bound to happen. "Do you want to sleep?" he asks softly, stroking her hair. She nods, her head buzzing with all the emotions of the day. "Then sleep. Sleep, my lady, my love. My Queen, for we have all the time in world."
"You will stay with me?"
"Of course! I will never leave you side again, unless you wish me to go." He turns her on her side, and pulls her against his chest, wrapping one strong arm around her stomach and positions the other one thus that she can lay her head to rest on it. It is warm here, but she does not mind. It is comfortable. She likes it.
"Never, my dear Huntsman. My King." she whispers, putting her hand over his and entwining their fingers.
"Goodnight, my love." Eric whispers in her ear, and her eyes flutter shut. She sinks away in a warm, fuzzy world of peace and love, a place where everything is right. Everything is perfect, and everyone is happy. Nightmares do not dare to enter her mind that night.
Hey remember the times when I used to update regularly? Yeah neither do I. Please let me know if I should continue this story in a review. They are to my writing what Sam Claflin is to me.