Here we go again with another chapter... Let's say it keeps my mind from other stuff.
I don't own a thing!
SPOV
The last few days have flown by, in the best possible way. Eric and I are growing closer and closer towards each other, not that I'm complaining about it. He only returned to his place this week to pick up some more clothes and to clear out his fridge.
But then something damn funny happened yesterday. Eric and I elected Thursday as laundry day, so after Hunter went to bed, I was ironing while Eric was folding the things that didn't need to be ironed, when both our cells indicated we had a new text coming in.
"Pam's asking if we want to go out and have dinner tomorrow with her and her girlfriend, so we can get to know each other." Eric informed me, watching me, silently asking what he should answer.
"Oh, I think I already know who the girlfriend is." I told him, not looking up from my cell. "Mine is from Amelia… asking if we're having dinner with her. Tomorrow. With her girlfriend. If I remember well, the girlfriends name is Pam, I haven't given it much thought before, but now I think about it…" I looked up at him, with a glance which was probably gleaming with mischief.
"You're telling my sister is hooking up with your best friend? Okay, that's priceless." His face was taken over at the moment with the giant grin forming on it. "That glint in your eyes tells me we're not letting them get away with it, do we?"
"A little teasing is on his place, don't cha think" I winked at him. He was still leaning against the kitchen counter, motioning with his hand for me to continue explaining my little plan.
A little later, the texts were sent out. Eric let his sister know that we couldn't join them, and I did the same to Amelia. The explanation was that we also had another invitation for dinner and we couldn't make it to take up one invitation and letting down another… plus that we couldn't find a babysit on such a short notice.
Sending those texts maybe doesn't seem like some heavy teasing, but knowing Pam and Amelia, they were freaking out right that second, already. We continued to do our chores, I continued with the ironing while Eric hangs away everything. I had to keep him busy, otherwise he kept checking out my just folded underwear. You can say whatever you want, men never grow up.
Finally my last blouse was done, so we could relax ourselves a bit on the couch. Normally this would contain some kind of foreplay, but since my period came through on Tuesday, our clothes were still on after 5 minutes. My rational part told me it was good I wasn't pregnant, but when I found out, I felt sad for a moment. Is that a bad thing?
Eric handed me a beer, and laid back on the couch with his head on my lap. He turned his head and gave some soft kisses on the couple inches of skin between my baby tee and cutoff denim. My period just lasts for three days, but they are pretty painful during that time.
I toyed with his long strands of hair, while he was busy on his cell, pestering his sister by texting her something else. He showed me what he was going to send.
"I thought of something, the other person asking us for dinner is Sook's friend, her GF is called Pam too. Have to tell me something, Sis?" Eric figured out she wouldn't just flatly lie to us. Within a minute he got a text back.
"Amelia sent you a text too? There goes my little plan. Tomorrow 8 o'clock. Usual place. Be there." Those three last sentences were the usual style for Pam to communicate, she told you what to do, and everything went perfectly fine as long as you exactly did what she told you.
Eric let me know "The usual place" is a real nice Italian place which serves the classic dishes with a little twist. The conversation fell quiet after that, and we fell into a comfortable silence for a while, each drowned in our own thoughts. I loved how well everything goes between us, how natural everything flows. The last couple weeks, we're almost seeing each other constantly. We work together, and practically live together as well. The only spare moments we have from each other is when Eric goes to the gym, and even then I miss him sometimes.
"Baby," I said after a while. He was again busy giving me kisses on my sore belly, so he had to turn his head to look up at me. He looked up at me with his eyebrows pulled up, asking me what was wrong. "I was wondering if you want to move in with me, Eric." I shot the question at him, suddenly nervous for his answer. I saw his look change into a questionable one. "Well if you don't want it, you can just forg"
I didn't have the chance to finish my sentence, since his finger was now on my lips, effectively shutting me up. He sat back up, turning towards me, looking me in the eye. "I would love to come and live with you sweetheart." He told me with a grin on his face. "I've been thinking about it myself, but didn't dare to bring it up yet. My apartment is a furnished one, so I only have to move in my clothes and some personal stuff, and I can terminate the place, so I can move out."
We settled on doing the move on Saturday, so I couldn't chicken out off it anymore. It was already late so we decided to get ready to go to bed, but not before I got myself a good backrub from Eric. It helped me to relax and took some of the pain away.
After a good night sleep I woke up this morning sans the bleeds or pain, that alone made my day. I texted Tara, another friend of mine, to ask if she could take care of Hunter tonight. She had twins and was like the perfect mother to them, I trusted her with my life. Luckily she said yes, and suggested she would keep him overnight, so we didn't need to bother with picking him up while he was asleep.
My day at work sucked so hard, I had some boring meetings to attend to, so I barely saw Eric all day, and wasn't able to chat with Amelia, although I could tease her a bit about the situation.
On my way back from picking up Hunter, he lays cozily in his sling, I stop at the shop where they sell all kind of alternative stuff. The other day I saw a pretty bead to put around one of Eric's dreads. It's a glass in white and blue, which matches his eyes perfectly.
I already packed Hunter's overnight bag this morning, so when I came home, I just had to grab it so Eric could drive us to Tara's place. She promised us she would keep him 'till tomorrow noon, so we could pack Eric's stuff before noon, and drive between our places in the afternoon, moving everything.
Once at home, he showers first while I do some chores. I decline his offer to shower together since that way, I would jump him, and maybe even tie him to the bed to have my way with him instead of going to dinner. I think he already tested my self-restraint on purpose by coming out of the bedroom, only wearing some low slung plaid boxer-briefs. On any other man they look ridiculous, but on Eric, oh boy does he look good in them, almost as good as seeing him naked, but we shouldn't go down that lane right now. Four days without any sex apparently does this to me, only with Eric though. Four days without sex with Bill where a blessing, with Eric it's hell. Write that down on Amelia's pro and contra list.
I quickly go and take a shower myself, after giving lover boy a peck on the cheek. I wash myself very thorough, wash and condition my hair twice, and shave every excess hair on my body . After that, I blow dry my hair, brush my teeth and coat myself in lotion with the same scent as my perfume, which I apply after that. I took my underwear with me in the bathroom. It's a black balconet bra with a lot of lace, flowers embroidered on in a pretty shade of pink. It had a matching garter belt and thong, which I were over my garter belt, like the pro I am. I put on my black stockings and attach them before I come out of the bathroom.
Eric is sitting on the bed, ogling me, his mouth hanging open slightly. His reaction makes me giggle and just before I reach the dresser to pick up my dress I hear him say.
"You are an evil woman, Sookie Stackhouse."
I turn around and see the lustful look in his eye, and the tent is his boxers. His strong arms go to the back of his head, fixing his dreads into a ponytail, all the while I can only concentrate on the flexing of his muscles.
When he's done is ask him: " What do you mean , Mr. Northman. Did I do something wrong?" If I keep teasing him like this, the chance we get in the restaurant on time will be slim. He gets up from the bed and comes to stand before me, towering over me. I look up at him, watch him through my lashes, slightly biting on my lower lip.
"Oh Miss Stackhouse, you're acting innocent again huh, but I know better. You, are a little temptress." All I could do was blink, and feel my panties get wet. With one hand, he strokes that sensitive spot behind my ear before he traces my jaw line. His hand then strokes down over my throat, only to go to the top of my bra, roaming over the lace and dipping his finger in my cleavage, making my skin brake out in goose bumps.
"First, you refuse to let me fuck you for three nights," He continued. "And now you come out of the bathroom in this?" I don't know what would come out of my mouth if I opened it, so I kept it closed, the only thing it did was watching up at him. He steps back and lowers his boxers before sitting back on the bed. "I'm not going anywhere tonight Sookie." He informs me. " Neither do you. We're staying here in this bedroom until I fucked your brains out, and even a little longer then that." Yep, a perfectly good pair of panties were ruined.
"But, you know how they are, what are you going to tell them?" I ask him, I know my arguments would be no good, he just needs me to much right now.
"Hmm, that seafood sandwich I had for lunch really made me sick, I can't go out with that, now can I?" He tells me our little backup story.
"Nah, it wouldn't be good for you to go out now, you can better stay in, rest, take a good night sleep, so you're the usual Eric tomorrow morning." I reason, while I shoot him a wink. I grab my cell from the makeup table and sent Amelia a text with our little lie, and throw some gross details in the mix as well. "All done." I say while laying my cell back on the table."Now, what do you want me to do, Mr. Northman?"
"Suck my cock, Sookie." Was his comment.
With a sexy sway in my hips, I stepped towards him, kneeling between his spread legs, my eyes never leaving his. I take his erection in my hand, stroking him lightly and lick the head with the tip of my tongue. This light touch makes his head fall back and groan loud. I slid my tong through the sensitive slit over and over again, trailing the sensitive edge at the downside of his head afterwards. His hand tangled itself in my hair, pushing my head down, asking me to stop my teasing.
I take the head of his gorgeous dick inside my mouth, sucking him hard and circling him with my tongue. He impatiently pushes my head a little more. I comply and take him deeper. Still looking in his eyes, I start bobbing my head, sucking him and taking him deeper every time I bob my head down. When he hits the back of my mouth, I hold still for a moment, allowing myself to adjust for him and swallow around him while taking him deeper, letting him slide in my throat now. His hands are involuntarily gripping my head tighter when he slides in me that deep. He starts to move my head around him, fucking my mouth . I try to keep breathing steadily through my nose, while his breathing becomes erratic because of his impending orgasm. I swallow around his cock as often as I can, knowing he loves the feeling of my muscles flexing around him that way. He starts to throw his hips up, in time with pushing me down on him. I know he is lost in the sensation and won't take very long anymore. I love what I can do to my man with my mouth. I can't say the position I'm in is a comfortable one, but the reaction I get out of him, makes it worth every second. After a couple moments he pulls out of me, and starts to jerk of in front of my face. I know what he wants, I open my mouth and stick my tongue out slightly, waiting for his release to fill up my mouth. His gracious plenty swells even more and with violent jerks his orgasm takes over, squirt after squirt of his creamy seed lands in my mouth. I swallow his load as good as I can, but some of it escapes out of the corner of my mouth.
When he came down from his high, his finger collects the trace of cum on my chin and he offers it to me. I suck his cum covered finger in my mouth like I had done moments earlier with his prick. He pulled me up into a standing position, and since we're almost the same height when he sits down on the bed and I standup, our lips attached all on its own. He could taste himself in my mouth when his tongue demanded entrance and danced with mine. We only pulled away when we needed to breath. His eyes locked with mine and I found it impossible to look away from him. I was entranced with the man sitting on my bed, and even if I wanted to, it wasn't possible to not give into him.
His big hands travelled up my small back, he unclasped my bra, and pulled it off of me, all the while looking me in the eye. His mouth attaches itself to my left nipple, sucking it hard from the beginning. His one hand goes back to my back, keeping me in place while the other one teases the taut bud on my right breast by rolling in between his fingers and pulling them rather hard. When he releases my nipple from his mouth, is nearly double its usual size and very sensitive. He takes the other nipple in his mouth and gives it the same treatment. His hand luckily gives my sensitive left nipple a much gentler assault. When he releases my right, equally big and sensitive nipple, he groans pleased with the result of his handiwork. His hands pinch my nipples, pretty hard, which makes me cry out from the sudden pain and pleasure. The pain inflicts only more pleasure, and I feel my own juices oozing out my pussy, and covering my upper thighs. My thong is so drenched he can't help me anymore keeping the liquid from streaming.
He grabs hold of both my breasts and squeezes the meat rather harshly. When I whimper he looks at me with raised eyebrows.
"Hush, little slut. You have denied me what is mine for the better part of a week. Now I'm reclaiming my rights. You shouldn't look so wronged, you know you're mine to do with as I please. So if I like to play with your tits, I will do just that." To prove his point he grabbed both sensitive nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. The feeling was bordering on painful and he pinched me even harder after that. He jiggled my tits by shaking my painful nipples.
"These tits," and he emphasized his words by pulling the teats very hard. "are mine to do with as I please. And because of your insubordination by just thinking it isn't so, I'm going to punish you.
In one quick movement, he pulls me towards him, grabs me lays me over his lap. His gestures are pretty gentle, well until now that is. The position is a giveaway about what my 'punishment' will be. My bare ass is positioned over his lap, jutted up while the rest of my body lays on either side of him.
Softly he lets me know we can stop any given moment, I just have to tell him when it gets too much for me.
The swat on my right cheek is harsh and much harder then when he swats my ass during sex. I involuntarily squeak when he delivers the first stroke. After the initial sting it burns on the place where his hand came down. And, I think I like the feeling. Before I can process my thoughts about it, the next blow lands on my other cheek. Again there is first the sting and the burn follows afterwards. His hand strokes soothingly over my bottom. He takes his time to deliver the next eight strokes. Some come in quick succession, others have a little more time in between them. Sometimes his hand comes up to stroke the burn away.
By the sixth blow I'm moaning like a wanton whore, begging for this delicious spanking where he keeps me on edge. My ass feels so warm, and I can only imagine how it looks like.
'Good girl,' He whispers after the final blow is delivered. 'You should see how delicious your ass looks baby, it's the loveliest shade of red.'
He strokes between my legs and discovers that his punishment has made me dripping wet. He told me once he loves it how wet my pussy gets for him. I guess he won't be disappointed now.
'Mmm', he moans appreciatively. 'You dirty little slut, I knew you would love to get that hot little bum of yours spanked.'
Was there something wrong to me that I really, really fucking love it whenever he tells me this degrading stuff in the bedroom and acts so dominant towards me? Whatever, it's hot when he does it.
He gets me out of my reverie my patting my abused ass and directing me to lay wide legged on the bed. 'Since your naughty cunt is so wet, you can play with her for me and show me how wet she really can get.'
'You, you want me to finger myself in front of you?' I wouldn't know how to start. Well I've played with myself enough, but I can't figure how to make a show out of it, and I word that to him.
He flips down next to me and lays on one side, he traces his finger over my oversensitive nipple, towards my belly.
'Ssh, he whispers in my ear. You're with me baby, you're safe and sound. Is it a little intense?'
'Yes it is,' I look at him with wide eyes.' I know I'm safe with you but it's overwhelming when you act so dominant.'
'Is it too much for you to handle? Do I need to calm down? I'm just so worked up after not having you for several days.' The stern look was long gone and had changed into his usual sweet self. His hand had found its way in between my legs and was stroking my wet core, fondling my clit between my swollen lips.
'It's a good overwhelming, Eric, and I totally love what you do to me. It's just that it came a little unsuspected, 's all.' I end with a lingering kiss.
He grabs my hand and leads both our hands to my core. 'Get on with it, little slut, I'm not gonna wait till my dick gets soft.' He proves his point by releasing my hand and giving a sharp slap to my pussy. Oh my, a slap there feels just as good as to my ass, maybe even better. My head whips back at the sensation. My nervousness from only moments ago has dissipated.
'Please Eric, please' I whimper. He sits up straight and moves in between my legs to get a better view.
'I said, get on with it. You really don't want me to punish you again so soon after getting disciplined so recently.' With a last harsh slap to my core he takes a place between my legs. He doesn't touch me, just has his eyes trained on my cunt.
I let my other hand travel down as well, take my cunt lips and peel them further apart. Making sure he can see my innermost sensitive parts. I don't know what I have to do to please him.
I open my lips with one hand, to give him a good look, and tease my clit with the other.
'Fuck her, fuck my cunt, Sookie.' He instructs. His look stern and still trained on my neither region.
I push two of my fingers inside my channel, and start to pump them in a high tempo. With my other hand, I'm holding open my folds, and hope he gets the view he desires. Eric rumbles out an appreciative grunt. His hand finds his erection, and starts to wank himself off in a lazy tempo.
'More.' He grunts.
So I push another finger inside myself. My fingers are so much smaller than his, he can reach so much further in me, and stretch me up so much more. Argh, it's frustrating!
I pump my fingers in and out, scissor them as good as I can't angle my hand right.
'Please, Eric, please.' I plead. ' I just, I just can't reach inside myself good enough.'
'Lay on your side, bent your leg and pull your shoulders a bit forward. Didn't I tell you to stretch that cunt? You won't stop until your pretty little cunt is nice and loose.'
'I thought you liked me nice and tight?' I answered a tid bit to quick. He is so riled up, if it really wasn't Eric in between my legs, I would be seriously scared.
'Don't hurt me Eric.' I ask him in a soft voice. He instantly looks like someone's poured a bucket of water over him.
'I scared you.' He states in a soft voice, and before I can reply he gets up, grabs his boxers and heads towards the living room.
I get up and run after him. Oh shit. I find him bend over the sink, drinking water right from the tap. I push myself up to sit on the counter next to him.
'Sorry.' He mumbles. He looks horrified when he turns his gaze at me. 'I scared you, Sookie. I scared you.'
Oh no no no. 'Baby come, talk to me, please.' I open my legs and hold my arms open for him, gesturing for him to come and stand in between my legs. He hesitates but comes anyways. He answers my hug right away by grabbing me so hard I can barely breathe.
I stroke his chin, and coax him to look at me. 'I'm not afraid, well not anymore, baby. I'm not angry either. You just got a carried away. I never could have guessed, but I absolutely love it when you dominate me. Really I do, you where just so intense. When I answered you I was afraid you were really going to lose your shit.'
I wrap my legs around him to hug him even closer to me. He gently kisses my forehead and pulls away slightly to look me in the eye.
'I understand if you want me to go and sleep at my own place tonight, sweetie.' He still looks like a beaten puppy.
'No baby,' I reply 'I want you to make sweet love to me.'
After that, we didn't share any more words only breath when he kissed me softly. Our tongues stroking and lapping at each other. His hands grab me down under my bottom and carries me over to the couch. His hands stay where they are and knead my bottom. I let Eric take the initiative to our further lovemaking. Luckily enough, Eric gets easily carried away when I'm sitting naked in his lap. His member grows quickly to his impressive size between our bellies. His kneading hands pull me closer to him so he can grind himself against me.
'Fuck me Eric , please.' I whisper in a breathy voice. His resolve snaps and his hands slide down to the backside of my knees . My arms were already laying around Eric's neck, so when he lifts me up holding me up with my knees over his arms I stay stabile. I let one hand slide in between us to position him at my entrance. Meanwhile he is suckling at my nipples which are at his height in this way.
Really, in how many ways can you fuck? Eric lowers me on him and starts moving me up and down on him. I fucking love it that my man can fuck me like this. Holding me up like I weigh nothing more than a ragdoll. Seeing his arm muscles while he moves me up and down himself could possibly send me over the edge faster than his fat prick stretching me to the brim.
Involuntarily my inside clenches around him, when Eric start to pick up the pace. He lowers and pulls me up faster, and goes gradually deeper on the down strokes, bottoming out in me. The slapping sound where skin meets skin only seems to spur him on.
Eric swells even bigger inside me. The idea of him shooting his seed inside me is enough to make me come.
'I'm going to fuck a baby into you.' He groans, and shoots his release in my waiting cunt.
That's it, for now.