Chapter 8

Cleaning Places I Didn't Know I Had

Don't get me wrong now, I'd had Bill bite me plenty of times. But it was usually during sex and it was pleasurable. The fact that I had taken pause to wonder why I wasn't terrified of the dangerous Norse vampire in my bathroom made his sudden attack rather frightful. I may have screamed if he hadn't projected at the same time.

Sookie, my Sookie(then some foreign sounding language I couldn't understand) the blood tastes sweeter this time. No poison to taint it. I can feel you in my mind, my being. Exquisite, almost painful. Mine, my lover, I can never be without you again.

And then he drew his head back and let out a low and erotic moan. I felt a surge of electricity jolt me to my very core. I could never doubt Eric's feelings for me. He may be able to lie with his mouth but I knew he couldn't lie to me in his thoughts. Without thinking about it, I turned and bit hard into his chest, feeling powerful when the first trickle of blood met my mouth.

Sookie, no more blood, no....

His thoughts trailed off, he couldn't concentrate as I pressed my face hard into his chest and drank with all my might. The wound was already beginning to close to I pressed my tongue into it and felt Eric shiver from my efforts. The sounds he made told me better than words how good this felt to him.

Visions of battles, large men invading and taking what they wanted, whether it be things or women or things women might not want to give, swarmed my mind without warning. I felt the thrill of combat, the sexually charged exhilaration of striking the final blow to kill an enemy. I knew that I was seeing memories that Eric had from his human life.

I broke away and stumbled backwards into the wall. Eric had the dazed, far away look in his eyes again. What was he seeing when he looked that way? Was he seeing memories of mine as seen his?

I decided to get into the shower and wash myself. I wanted all traces of Bill Compton washed away. I stood under the hot spray and let the water relax my muscles. A quick glance outside the shower curtain told me that Eric still had not moved. As I began lathering my hair, another vision attacked my mind with such ferocity that I collapsed to the tub floor.

I could see myself with Bill. We were in Fangtasia. I realized it was my first visit there because of the clothes I was wearing. This was Eric's recollection of seeing me the very first time. Something had changed, I saw myself standing in front of him, doing my weird little half curtsey head bob move and then everything looked shimmery. The next part of the vision had me bent over a booth table, my dress up above my hips, panties gone. I was being pounded like a jackhammer and moaning like a whore. Had Eric had a fantasy about me the first night he met me? That's what this had to be. Oh my.

The vision faded and I slowly stood, legs shaking. Funny, he'd wanted to screw me since we met and I had thought of him as a fungus, preferring cancer to having to deal with him. My, how my attitude had changed.

I decided to try my own experiment, to see if I could project my thoughts to Eric. I hoped to snap him out of his daze and get him into the shower with me.

Eric, I could use some help lathering some places that are in dire need of your attention.

He was in the shower so quickly that it seemed he had materialized. I hadn't even seen the curtain move at all.

You clever little human. I never knew that I could be projected to as well. How did you know?

"Let's skip the small talk shall we? I have needs that need attending to, immediately."

"Then by all means, my lady, where shall we begin?"

"I'll let you decide that. I just plan on enjoying the ride."

Where did all this dirty-talking confidence come from? Was this the new and improved Sookie Stackhouse or someone who would only appear when I was alone with Eric? I didn't really care, I just wanted his face between my legs again.

Eric grabbed the shower gel and poured a fair amount into his hands, reading the bottle before he sat it back on the ledge.

"Milk and honey? These were food when I was human, not something to cleanse with. Not that we bathed often."

"I have other scents if you'd prefer."

"No. Milk and honey were delicacies. I would devour them any chance I had."

His look was ravenous and seeing him stare at me as if I were a delicacy made me anxious and hotter than I'd ever been.

His hands were slippery and cool as he began to soap my neck. He turned me so my back was to him and began to wash me. I was amazed that his touch was so soft and gentle. He left not a singe inch of skin untouched as he moved his attention to different parts of me. He wasn't shy about anything. He washed me in places that had made me feel a little self-conscious while alone in the shower. I was cleaner now than I probably had ever been before. He rinsed me, making sure that all the soap suds were gone and down the drain. He had touched me tenderly but the look in his eyes was promising me a thrill ride. I could barely stand the wait.

It was my turn to wash him and I took my time, even though I was ready to feel him deep inside of me. Something told me that the anticipation would only make the actual event that much sweeter and intense. I don't recollect a single moment since he had made his presence known in my house tonight that he hadn't had a gigantic erection. The size of him was daunting and I'm sure it would have been, even if I had only been with one other before him. Bill wasn't small by any means but he couldn't compare with the heat Eric was packing. It was like comparing a Chevy truck to a Semi truck.

I had been absently thinking about Eric's ahem, vehicle and lathering it at the same time. Snapping back into the present, I noticed that he was thrusting against my hands, his eyes closed and his mouth erotically open slightly to expose the ends of his fangs.

I moved my shoulder slightly to let the shower spray rinse the soap off of his cock while I kept up my movements. When all of the suds were gone, I dropped to my knees and slid my tongue all around the head of his erection. I looked up and met his gaze. He looked stunned and I liked the way that made me feel. Even if it wasn't true, I felt like I had him at my mercy at that moment.

I slowly slid more of him into my mouth, wiggling my tongue on the underside if his shaft. There was so much more of him than I had realized until I had him in my mouth. I would never be able to fit it all in no matter how hard I tried so I used my hand on the length I couldn't reach with my lips and tongue.

He muttered in his strange and beautiful native language again. Even if I couldn't understand the words, the beauty of his voice and the strangeness of the inflection were like verbal viagra for me. I took my free hand and put it to good use on myself. I was on fire down there like I never had been before and I wasn't the least bit embarrassed to masturbate in front of him. Looking up at him, I could see that he was very appreciative of my willingness to do so.

I started moving my mouth and hand faster on him and my fingers were like a blur over my clit. I could tell he was about to come so I sucked with all my strength. I wanted to taste him, to swallow every drop. I felt the first spurt hit the back of my throat. It was cool and thick. I couldn't discern a taste because it had bypassed my tongue. I wouldn't be denied this sensory experience so I opened my mouth and aimed his cock. I looked him in the eyes and dared him to try and break my stare. The rest of his release landed square on my tongue and I relished the salty sweetness of it.

When I had wondered and pondered about giving head, (before I had ever done anything sexually at all) the idea of swallowing had seemed disgusting to me. I had imagined I might not even be the kind of girl who spit, I thought I would be more of a "duck my head" gal. But it was nothing like I imagined, I had craved knowing the taste of him.

That was the single most sensual thing I have ever seen in a thousand years, Sookie. Du förvåna jag , älskaren.

My raised eyebrow let him know that I expected translation.

"It means, 'You amaze me, lover'." he explained as he held out a hand to help me stand.

"It's beautiful, to hear you speak in your native language. It sounds so exotic and...."

His hands were beneath me and lifting me up so that my most sensitive place was directly in front of his face.

Dear lord, if I have to die, please let it be from too much pleasure.