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Chapter 7 – Puerto Rico
(Eric POV)
"What changed your mind?"
"India."
"India?" I looked over to her quickly while driving to the house in Niall's jeep.
"Oh," she said sadly.
"What?"
"You didn't have the dream last night then."
"No, no dreams, but I also haven't slept."
"Oh! Well, that's okay then. I mean it's not okay that you haven't slept, it's just…"
"Just?"
"I was sort of worried that maybe whatever it is connecting us would be broken now that we've met."
"Funny, I thought about that last night too." Silence. damn annoying silence. "Tell me what India has to do with it all."
She told me about the dream, about the colors and smells, and heat. She told me about laughing louder than she ever had and dancing freely. She told me that India made her brave. She was scared when she met me, when I was so honest about myself and about wanting her. She was overwhelmed and why shouldn't she be, I thought? I was just as confused as she was, the only difference was, I had nothing to lose. I had given up on being truly happy ever again, so why not throw caution to the wind?
We spoke about this and that. She told me more about her family, the endless trail of deaths and loss. I told her about mine, although I left out Ina, best to leave that mess for another time. I made a left onto the private road that led to the house. It was an unassuming dirt path that didn't reveal the prize at the end. When finally the house came into view, Sookie gasped.
"Wow!"
"Wait until you see the inside."
Niall's house was on a private hilltop that ended in a cliff down to the beach. It was quiet, private, and sitting on three acres. The house itself was large, white, and as with any beach house worth its salt, had walls of windows. The interior was all tiles and local art, whicker furniture, and nothing fancy at all – but as with anything Niall touched, it had his quiet elegance and magic sprinkled everywhere. Particularly charming were the horses that found their way on the property. There was a farm near by and the owner let the horses walk free knowing they would always come home. In fact, just that morning I was sitting on the front patio, unable to sleep, when a large horse found its way and sat on the grass to watch the sunrise with me.
When I let Sookie inside, her jaw dropped. The views were impressive to say the least. The afternoon sun was streaming through the windows and being so close to the ocean, the breezes graced the house with natural air conditioning. I let her wander about while I waited for her on my favorite chair, overlooking the beach.
"It's so beautiful here." She said from behind me.
"It is." She sat next to me. Now that we were here together, like I wanted, I didn't know what to do.
"I don't know what to do either, Eric." I looked at her, shocked. "Sorry, I'm just as new to this as you are! I don't know how to turn it off yet."
"No, of course you wouldn't."
"Eric?"
"Yes?"
"I can't believe I'm actually about to ask this, but, can you fly?"
"I don't actually know. I can tell you that when you're around I feel like I can."
She laughed, "Lord that was cheesy." It certainly was. I didn't mean it to be; however, it was just true. When Sookie was around, I felt light, as if I couldfly. "Eric just promise me you'll start small, like jumping off the bed and not that cliff there ok?"
"It's a deal." She smiled at me.
It was all a bit awkward. I had to do something to break the ice. After all, I was the one who had invited her. She beat me to it.
"Food?"
That time I laughed. "Either you read my mind or you're hungry too."
"Nope, just hungry."
We got in the car and drove around until we found a small place off the road near the beach. Finally, after beer and some food, conversation flowed freely. Mostly we compared ourselves to our dreams. Yes, we were the same physically, but this Sookie was obviously not Susannah. She was, however, equally as charming, beautiful, and surprisingly, so funny I almost choked on my fish a few times. According to Sookie, I wasn't nearly as suave or smooth as my Victorian alter-ego, which I hoped Pam would never heard her say because I would NEVER hear the end of that!
It was getting dark by the time we got back to the house. As I was turning on the various lights, I could hear a splash. Sookie had obviously found the pool. The pool was on the side of the house – hidden and made to look like some private tropical lagoon. It was amidst palm trees and ferns and flowers. Natural rocks and a small trickling waterfall at one end made it worthy of any Playboy Mansion romp.
I made my way around the house. The pool lights illuminated from underneath the water, casting an eerie but beautiful glow. There was a pile of clothes on one of the poolside chairs, including a pink cotton bra with a tiny pink bow and a matching pair of panties.
"Are you trying to test my self control?"
She swam across the pool to the wall, by my feet. I knew she was naked, but she kept herself immersed in the water.
"Not really. I didn't exactly have time to pack, Eric. I showed up at Niall's and an hour and a half later, I was on a plane. Anyway, cat's out of the bag on that one, you've already seen me naked."
"You fainted on me before I could enjoy the view."
She smiled at me and swam away. I could see the shape of her body back-lit and illuminated as she made her way toward to the other end. Only one thing to do, I thought. I went into the house, grabbed some towels from the bathroom, took of my clothes, and went back out to join her. Two could play this game.
(Sookie POV)
I didn't want my only underwear soaking wet, so I dove in naked, (it felt wonderful by the way). I had no intention of testing his self control at all, ya right Sookie. I sure as hell didn't expect him to show up poolside five minutes later in his birthday suit for Christ's sake! But there he was, all six foot something of him. He was sight to behold! He was muscular without being bulky; he had an athlete's body. Talk about enjoying the view! All I could think of were those long strong limbs around me. And, dear lord, what a package! Really, I'm not one to stare; Gran taught me better than that. It's rude, but DAMN! Exactly who was testing whose resolve here?
He dove in gracefully and a few seconds later surfaced next to me. The pool was heated and the air was warm, but I still got chills. There was something connecting us. Man, I hate sounding all new age-like, but I couldn't deny that I could actually feel myself drawn to him.
We just looked at each other before I said the only thing that came to mind, something I never thought I'd say to man, "You're beautiful Eric. You're face, you're body."
I felt his large strong hand against my back, and he gently pulled me into his body. My breasts pressed into his chest, and my breathing hitched. He kissed me. He kissed me again. His lips were perfect. His kisses were weakening. I felt like Superman after being exposed to kryptonite – my entire body melted into him. I didn't have an ounce of strength. Suddenly, an image flashed into my head: I was standing on a rocky gray shore, waving at a huge wooden ship. As it sailed away from me, I could hear the men singing in unison as they rowed. I knew Eric was on that ship. I felt a wave of sadness wash over me. A sudden gust of freezing cold wind hit me and I fell to my knees and began sobbing.
When I opened my eyes, I was in a pool. Eric was holding on to me and he was calling my name.
"Sookie? Sookie! Are you ok?"
"Yes," I said slowly.
"You sort of drifted off there. What happened?"
"I had a vision. I was watching you leave in a boat from the shore. I knew something was wrong. I got sad and fell to my knees and cried."
He wrapped his arms around me, pressing me into him even more. I rested my head on his shoulder and wrapped my arms around his neck. My legs naturally just found their way around his waist. We stayed there, holding on to each other under the stars for what seemed like hours. Finally, he started moving toward the pool stairs. I held on to him as we walked out onto dry land.
Reluctantly, I let go and let my feet touch the ground. He walked over to the chair, grabbed a towel, and wrapped me in it. I was still a little shaken up, but couldn't help myself and gave his ass a quick glance as he turned to get his own towel… yummy of course. It wasn't late really, but we had had a long, emotional day and were ready for bed. We hadn't really discussed what to do about the sleeping arrangements and it seemed that neither of us wanted to assume anything. So he went left to the master bedroom and I went right to one of the guest rooms.
"Goodnight Eric."
"Goodnight Sookie."
"I'm glad I decided to come."
"Me too." He kissed me on the forehead.
In my room, I put on my shirt and panties, and climbed into the bed. I fell asleep quickly, not realizing how tired I actually was. As soon as I drifted off, I was on the rocky shore again. I was wearing a thick wool dress, I had a shawl wrapped around me. My hair was loose and whipping in the wind. I was waving at the large wooden boat. I could barely make out the sound of men singing drifting over the water. I knew Eric was on that boat, and I knew I was sad. When the cold wind rushed by me, I fell to my knees and cried loudly, my whole body was shaking. Something was wrong. It felt like goodbye.
I woke up and it was still dark. My face was wet. I had been crying. The sheets were a twisted mess around me. I didn't want to be alone; I wanted him to hold me again. I untangled myself, wiped my face with my shirt, and walked through the door.
"Sookie." Eric was right next to the door, sitting on the floor. He was wearing his boxers. "You alright?" he asked quietly.
"What are you doing here?"
"I couldn't sleep; I was going to the kitchen when I heard you crying."
"I was on that shore again, watching the boat float away from me." He stood up.
"I didn't want to walk in there, but I didn't want to leave either."
"I watched the boat leave… you were on it."
"Sookie, I'm right here."
"I don't want to be alone."
I hugged him like a child. His body was warm. He smelled of salt. I looked up at him, got on my tiptoes, and kissed him – I needed to feel those lips again. He scooped me into his arms, light as a pillow, and walked me into his room. He set me down on the bed and turned on the bedside lamp.
"I want to really see you this time."
My hair was still slightly damp. I just knew it had to be a crazy mess, but he brushed his fingers through it like it was as smooth as silk. His hands found their way to my shoulders and as they slowly made their way down, they brushed over my breasts making my nipples pearl instantly. When he came to the hem of my shirt, he slowly started lifting it off of me, and I raised my arms. Free from clothing, he looked at me, just as he said he would.
He sat next to me and touched my bare breast – cupping and caressing it. I let out a soft moan. When he bent over to suck my nipple, I could feel myself getting wet. Between his firm lips on my breast and his gentle biting, I was already succumbing to the kryptonite again. He lifted his head and set out for my lips. As we kissed, he leaned me back until I was lying on my back and he shifted to my side.
His hand found its way to my stomach and then further down until it was resting over my entrance. I could feel the heat of his hand through the thin cotton and I wanted so much more. I knew he could feel that I was already wet for him – it would be impossible not to know it.
"Take them off Sookie."
I pulled and wiggled out of them, throwing the panties across the room with my big toe. He touched and played with the soft blonde hairs covering my slit and then slowly pushed his finger into me. The penetration was bliss. I wanted it so badly. He withdrew his finger. He put it back in and then withdrew it again. It was as if he were looking for something, and when he didn't find it, he tried again. In my kryptonite haze I couldn't figure it out, but when he put his finger in again, and found what he was looking for, I let out a loud aching moan that I didn't know I had in me.
"That's what I wanted," he whispered into my ear, as he maneuvered and pressed, and moved his finger around the spot that made me stiff with pleasure.
I could barely breathe. No man had ever found, (no man had ever looked), for my G-Spot before, but he did, and he wasn't leaving it until I came for him. I let him work me over. I could feel something building inside me; the feeling was intense, almost burning. When he started sucking on my earlobe, I couldn't take it anymore. I screamed aloud and bucked into his hand, going over the edge.
He got up slowly. I was a panting, sweating mess. But he looked at me until my breathing righted and I was able to look back at him. He smiled a wicked and heart pounding grin and walked over to the dresser. He opened the top left hand drawer and pulled out a small foil square. He turned back around and if I thought he was a sight to see earlier, fully erect he was breathtaking. He slipped the condom over his rock-hard, gracious plenty and walked to the edge of the bed.
Spreading my legs, he got on the bed and inched his way closer to me. He pulled me to him, lifted my right leg over his shoulder, and pushed himself inside. I bit my bottom lip and steadied my breathing until I was used to him. I had never been with someone who filled me so completely. It was overwhelming and wonderful at the same time. When I was able to relax and actually feel him moving, I moaned. I opened my eyes and lifted my head, desperate for him to kiss me. He leaned over and kissed me hotly and deeply, never once breaking his rhythm.
The room was filled with the sounds of our heavy breaths, soft moans, and grunts. Nothing I had ever experienced had come close to how perfect he felt. It was like I had never had sex before – not really. Until now, it was all practice, dry runs. This was what I had been waiting for – this man, his body, the motions, the heat. He moved his hand under my back and inched me up until I was sitting on his lap. My legs wrapped around his body and his head rested on my chest. I rocked into him as he pressed into me. It was a different plane of pleasure I had never felt before.
I couldn't control them and let tears roll down my face. The man inside me made me weak and strong all at the same time. I was getting close to my release, but Eric kept going. I held on as long as I could and when I released, I whimpered his name shakily. He lifted his head and as he kissed me, I could feel his body tensing and his movement become more frenzied. I bit down on his lip. He was ready and moaned loudly as finally he came.
(Eric POV)
She was so soft and warm. I felt at peace for the first time in years. I was almost afraid of it. It was so foreign, the feeling of ease and of everything being just right, that I nearly stopped and bolted. But, when she spoke my name as she came, I knew I couldn't go anywhere. She fit too well. She was too sweet and spicy. I could hear her heart pounding through her chest. I could smell the chlorine and sweat on her body and nothing could have been sexier. She was feeding my appetite. When she bit down on my lip, I let myself go – she satiated my need. For the first time in years, maybe ever, I felt real and not like a fake. I was man inside of her and not some pretty playboy. I wasn't playing a part. There was no glamour needed. It was just me.
As we came down from our high and rested again, Sookie's leg crossed over mine and her head rested on my chest. I could feel her hair splay on my arms; her breasts grazed my rib cage. For once, the silence was sweet. For once, I welcomed it. Before we drifted off, in my mind, I thanked her for making the silence bearable again.
"No need to thank…" she said quietly. We let ourselves fall asleep then. There were no tears and no bad dreams, just the sounds of the ocean and Sookie's breathing.
A/N:
I know this is a little shorter than normal, but it felt so right to end it there.
A gracious thank you to beta HopeStreet without whom there would an annoying amount of useless commas and words that don't belong!
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