Chapter 9

Sometimes It's Fun To Be The Meal

I knew what was about to happen, he'd already visited my happy place a little while before in the living room. Please believe me when I tell you now that nothing could have prepared me for this. Nothing.

Do you remember those days, as a kid, when you'd be on the swings for the first time after a whole winter stuck inside? When you'd get that feeling in the pit of your stomach when you were swinging as high as you dared to, to the point that the chains would be so slack from your efforts that they would jerk when you were on the down swing again? It was that feeling of fear, anticipation, inertia and gravity affecting you all at the same time. Imagine that, tripled and multiplied by a million and you might come close to how it felt when Eric lightly grazed my business with his fangs.

Some people might say there were fireworks, an orchestra, angels singing, whatever. All I can say is there are no words in my vocabulary that could describe the sheer satisfaction and enjoyment I got when his total focus was on making pleasing me. I knew, from his projected thoughts, that he wasn't thinking about his own satisfaction or anything else other than making me feel good. Good seems to be too bland a word for what I was experiencing but I can't think of anything else to portray it.

Now some of ya'll might laugh about my euphemism's for my privates. It's a hang-up I have, I have a hard time letting myself think, let alone say the P word or the C word (although it may happen on occasion). Vagina, although a medical term, makes me a mite uneasy as well. I have no qualms about calling the male anatomy a cock or dick (oddly calling it a member never fails to make me feel weird) but I can't bring myself to use such a crass word much when talking about my anatomy.

So to get back on track, Eric had me hoisted up in the air like I weighed nothing and his mouth was oh-so busy entertaining my nether regions in the most wonderful way.

His tongue was cold and it lent a most delicious chill to the experience. He knew exactly the right amount of pressure to apply to the exact place. His actions were slow and no doubt deliberate, sometimes a circling motion, sometimes a light flick and then there were the times when he would suck my most sensitive bundle of nerves into his mouth. I would have been perfectly happen to die right then with his mouth on me.

I was grasping for the walls, the shower curtain rod but decided that the sides of his beautiful face were the best place for them. Feeling the muscles in his jaws move while he made love to me with his mouth made me crazy. His eyes never left mine and he was telling me in my mind how good I tasted and how he could do this forever. As you can imagine, it didn't take long for me to reach my conclusion, and Hallelujah, what an ending it was. I'm sure I looked like I was having a seizure and I don't want to think about the faces I must have made. I came so hard it was almost painful. He shoved his tongue inside of me and I could feel myself contracting around it, my whole body jerking from the orgasm as I held his face hard into me. All I can say is, it's a good thing that Vampires don't need to breathe because I probably would've suffocated him. I realized as he began to lower me and cradle me in his arms that I was crying.

These weren't tears of sadness or regret. These tears came because there were no words to express how beautiful and important I felt in his arms right then. He was everything that Bill had pledged himself to be (and wasn't) and he felt about me the way I had falsely believed Bill did. And mostly because he not only accepted me the way I was, he valued what had made me an outcast with almost everyone I ever knew.

We were out of the shower now and he was drying me off with one of Gran's fluffy white towels. It smelled like sunshine because I always hung my towels and sheets out to dry. No dryer sheet could ever top the smell of sun-dried laundry any southern gal worth her weight in salt would tell you that.

"Eric, I.... I can't even tell you, I'm.."

Yeah folks, I, Sookie Stackhouse was at a loss for words for one of the first times in my life. I felt completely spent, my legs surely couldn't function on their own. I couldn't imagine that I had another ounce of lust in me. Well, that is, until he lowered his face to mine and took my breath away with another one of those masterful kisses. A slow, deep, meaningful, hot, masterful kiss.

Avkastning på mig igen. Kvällen är ung och det bästa är ändå att komma.

"Yield to me again. The night is young and the best is yet to come." I couldn't decide which way sounded sexier, the thought in that exotic tongue or the English translation that he whispered in my ear. Both were making me an explicit promise that I had only viewed the summit of what he could do to me from the bottom of the mountain. And through a telescope at that.

Now I don't know about ya'll, but I didn't think for one tiny second that Eric was pulling my leg or exaggerating in the slightest. Suddenly, I wasn't tired at all and all that lust I thought was spent, came back with plenty to spare.