Nope, not saying anything, you don't have to ask me why it took a year and a half to update.

SPOV

Oh shit, I just woke up in a empty bed… definitely not how I imagined the situation would evolve. I guess tomorrow morning at work is going to be awkward… One look at the clock tells me it is 2.30, I groan and throw myself back in the bed. My girly bits aren't as sore as I expected them to be, but I get up to lay the icepack back in the freezer in case I need it in the morning.

The lights are on in the living room which makes me even more angry. That asshole first talked me into bed, only to sneak out of it when he had his fun. He didn't even had the common decency to flip the light switch when he sneaked out. I was winding myself up and getting seriously pissed off at someone… Well that is until I look at my couch… where the source of my anger is feeding a bottle to my nephew. Oh shit, I'm officially a terrible person.

I put the icepack back in the freezer, and pour myself a cup of milk. 'Do you want something to drink?' I ask Eric in a soft voice, afraid to disturb Hunter while drinking.

'Nah, I helped myself out sweetheart.' He answers me, pointing with his chin to the bottle of water on the coffee table.

I come to sit beside him and just look at the two of them. Hunter is contently drinking his milk, his eyes half closed and his little hand clasped around Eric's finger. He wiggles said finger from time to time, just to make sure the little man isn't back to sleeping just yet. And for Eric? He's also totally at ease with the tiny bundle of human supported by his left arm, he doesn't hand me the child once I sit down and I don't have to correct his hold on the baby either. He seems to have a daddy-gene somewhere in that sex god body of his.

'You could have woken me up when he cried.' I simply state.

'No Sweetie, you were sleeping so peacefully, I didn't want to wake you to do something I could perfectly do myself.' He smiles at me.

'Did you find everything you need?' I ask him. The baby is eating well, so he's doing a good job I guess.

'There were clean bottles on the rack and the measurements where on the pack, I probably made too much though.' He informs me.

'Better a little to much milk, than being back up in a hour because he's hungry again.' I state.

I think back about the tattoo on his back and am suddenly curious.

'Can I see your ink?' I ask him, so he turns his back to me.

His whole back is covered with a huge Nordic dragon, colored in shades off grey's and blacks.

'Oh my' I mutter while tracing the runes adorning the image.

'Like what you see?' He asks me, looking at me over his shoulder while shooting me his panty dropping smile. Well, panty dropping if I would've worn some that is.

Hunter's burp got us out of the moment. 'Stay where you are, Little One.' He tells me. And gets up himself to give Hunter a diaper change and return him to bed.

Coming back to the couch, flips down onto it and pulls me close to him.

There we lay, deep in our own thoughts. He laid on his back with his legs stretched and his head on an armrest. I lay simply on top of him, with my head on his muscular chest. Though we were bought naked, the experience wasn't sexual, rather affectionate . I felt tiny against his huge frame. He held me close in those long muscled arms of his. In an unguarded moment a moan of pure comfort must have come out of my mouth. The muscles of my cushion moved underneath me as he kissed my hair. 'Feels good huh' he whispered to me. It was as if he would talk any louder, the moment would shad into a million pieces. 'I, I don't know what this is between us' I answered him honest. 'I don't even give a shit about it.' 'Me neither' was the only thing he said before he pulled me even closer in his embrace. 'Everything feels natural' he confessed to me. 'I barely know you and it all doesn't matter as long as it is ok for you too.' 'How would describe what we got than?' I asked him. 'Does it need a description then? Why don't we just let it happen and see how it goes?' He was probably right and I told him so. 'You're cold?' he asked me, after I started shuddering a little. 'Mmm, we could go back to bed, and maybe get warmed up again? I wiggled myself out of his hold, and rolled off of him. I made a big gesture in picking some cushions off the ground, bending over with my back to him, and my legs a little open well aware he had a full view of my lady pieces in that position. 'Stop doing that or I will fuck you in that position' He shot playfully to me. In response I went to the couch he was still laying on and put my arms on the armrest on both side of his head, bend a little forward with my legs spread so he would have easy access. I looked down at him that moment. The grin which played on his face earlier was still there, but his eyes went dark with lust. I lowered down to his face with mine. Our lips reunited and our tongues fought with each other for several minutes. My hands went to hold his hair tight, his long arms spreading out to me. He grabbed one of my breasts in each hand and started kneading them with a little force. This wasn't nice and easy like the cuddling only moments before. This was hard, raw and sexy, everything what I needed in that very moment. What an effect had this gorgeous man on me… The arousal grows between my legs. His was growing too, I saw through half open eyes, it was growing very hard indeed… I couldn't wait to feel him inside of me. But first I would return the favor, since he earlier gave head to me, it would only be fair for me to do the same.

When I stood up from the position I was standing in he looked up at me with a curious face 'Why him quickly. No fucking In this position. Come sit up so I can suck that glorious plenty of yours.' I suggested to him. 'I have a better plan.' He simply said. 'A better plan than me sucking your dick?'. By the way, we are talking way too much, let's just do it instead of talking about it.' I quickly replied. 'Come sit on top of me to play with me, at the same time I can play with your nice pussy.' Ok, that was a better idea but I didn't know how the length difference was going to work out with this.

Instead of further hesitation I went over, and sat on top of him with one leg on each side of him (Thank you gods for my decision in having a ridiculously big couch!) I crawled a bit further towards him so I had a good reach. Before bending over, I looked over my shoulder and winked at him teasingly. I was taken away by the moment , fact is that I never done this with a man. My previous and only lover wasn't one of the long making out sessions. I shook the thought of him out of my head and decided to just go for it. If I was doing it wrong, he would tell me, of that I was sure.

I grasped his member in both hands and started to stroke it, gently first, a bit firmer afterwards. I licked the head of his dick, turned circles around it with my tong and went through the little slit. By hearing his approving moan I knew I was on the good way. I repeated this while stroking him with my both hands. His hands went over to my hips and pulled me a little closer to him so I landed flat on my stomach. His fingers started to lazily trace my wet folds. In the mean while I took his member further in my mouth still licking and stroking him. He was concentrating on my nub, gently teasing and rubbing it, faster and faster harder and harder. His ministrations turned me on even harder then I already was. I took him in as far as I could, stroking the rest with my hands. And started to suck as good as I could, fucking him with my mouth. It was right on that moment his finger went inside me. Although we had intercourse earlier that evening, my sheath had become a bit tighter again so I felt his finger very well. He moved in the same rhythm as I did. His and mine moans, groans and cries filled the room . As I went faster, he did, when he slowed down a bit, I started licking the head , moving a bit lower so I could lick all of him. 'Grab my balls, sweetie, play with them too' he commanded me, his voice harsh and not more than a whisper. So I did what he asked me. Licking, nibbling, sucking. One hand on the base, stroking him. The other on his sack, playing with them, kneading firmly but not to hard. He added a second finder inside me, stretching me a bit more. His thumb working on my nub faster and with the right amount of pressure. It felt so fucking good what he was doing with me. He bended his fingers, and touched that little spot of heaven each time he pushed inside me. 'That's it baby, that's it.' I murmured with my mouth full of cock. 'Come for me sweetheart, come on my fingers.' After he said that, concentrating on my task was awfully hard, but he didn't complain when his dick slit of my mouth and my hands moved to hold myself up. His third long and lean finger entering me was my undoing and pushed me of the edge. I cried out, and contracted around his fingers inside me, my juices would flow freely and cover his hand and chest. After a couple minutes of recovering, I started to turn so we were facing each other. He was licking his fingers which were still covered with my essence. I looked at him with a curious face. 'Don't look at me like that, little one, you taste wonderful' he gave me as explanation. Nonetheless I just had a great orgasm, I still was terribly horny. I sat back up again with one leg on each side. His hands automatically went to my nipples, pulling and rolling them. I really had to wear some open blouses at work, he really loved my boobs I had the idea. My left hand went behind me, stroking and holding his member, while I crawled back, steadying myself with my right hand on his chest. I lifted my hips, with the intension of taking him inside me he stopped me. 'What?' I asked him, not knowing why he stopped me. 'Forgetting protection in the heat of passion ain't a good plan, little one.' He explained to me. Of course he was right. 'Let's go back to that bed of yours, so I can fuck you senseless. I'm not done with you until you're even more sore …' I was very into that, and it was exactly what he did that night…