Chapter 10: Delicate

Chapter 10: Delicate

I sleep like a rock. Usually I have a hard time sleeping somewhere that I’m not used to. I spend too much time lying awake, listening to all the little noises a place makes or watching the shadows on the walls for things that don’t belong there. Not with Eric, though. With him I feel completely safe.

I trust that feeling and not even Sunday shifting or walking around in the night wakes me up. I’m not sure what I expect when my eyes open, but I’m in the same spot I was when I fell asleep with Eric still right there behind me. Only now he’s closer and the poor guy is still switched on. Or maybe it’s just a regular morning thing for him?

A smile lights up my face because I don’t know the answer to that question, but I’m looking forward to finding out. His arm is still around me, but now he’s holding me tighter. This is more what I had in mind before we went to sleep.

Just to test the waters, I shift my hips a little to see what his response is. He let’s out what sounds like a happy noise and he rubs back. My breath catches, but in a good way. I’ve thought about sex, I won’t lie. I know that isn’t why Eric invited me to stay over. If it was he would have put the moves on me last night, and Eric doesn’t strike me as the sort to lure me in with a false sense of security.

I do assume that as an ‘us’ there is some expectation of sex at some point, but he’s not going to demand it. I wonder if maybe, given what I’ve been through lately, he’s worried I’m not interested in a sexual relationship. With him I most certainly am.

When I turn my head as far back as I can I see that he’s still sound asleep. He looks peaceful. My hand picks his up and I move it up to my chest. I like the weight of his hand there, and I like the way my body reacts to having his hand there. I move my hips again to rub against him, and I get another little happy noise.

The alarm clock on the bedside table tells me that it’s almost noon. I have to be back at work at six, but I can’t imagine getting out of his bed. For the moment the rest of the world doesn’t exist. It’s just him and me and it’s all I can do not to turn over to kiss him awake, morning breath be damned.

There’s a part of me that would like to see Eric lose control and just let loose. For the last four years he’s been holding back. The only man I’ve had a crush on for four years is Leonardo DiCaprio and as much as I hate it, Leo never returns my calls. As it turns out, Leo’s got nothing on Eric.

I have never wanted someone so much in my life.

Then all of a sudden it’s like my prayers are being answered. Eric’s grip on my boob tightens and his hips start to flex a little bit behind me. I look back again to see that he’s still asleep, but it’s safe to assume he’s having one hell of a dream. It’s not easy, but I manage to contort myself so my top half is more on my back, but my lower half stays the way it is.

I shift my head just a little until my lips can reach Eric’s warm neck. I lick him first and his hips thrust a little harder. When I kiss him he groans and his palm starts moving on my chest just a little. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what’s going on in his dream, and assuming I’m the girl in his dream he’s getting it on with, I’m a lucky girl.

I’m also jealous of dream me.

My body is definitely reacting to all the things he’s doing to it and if he wakes up and apologizes, I think I might cry. I’ll definitely have blue walls.

I keep kissing on Eric’s neck until finally his eyes open. He stops moving for all of three seconds before I whisper, “Don’t stop, Eric.”

What I don’t expect is for him to move ninja quick to land on top of me. Apparently Eric has the same feelings about morning breath as I do because his doesn’t hesitate to kiss me, and it’s not just some sweet little peck either. Eric goes all in and I am more than happy to reciprocate. He settles his hips against mine and my hands move down his long back to his amazing ass.

He groans when I grab it, and I break the kiss to breathe when he rubs against my definitely ready for more lady parts. Eric kisses my neck and gets all the way to my chest before I notice the tattoo on his back. I can’t tell what the design is, but it looks big. Generally I like clean shaven guys with shorter hair, but with Eric I don’t mind that he breaks the rules.

The scruff on his jaw tickles my chest and he lifts his head to look at me.

“It tickles,” I explain.

Eric smiles and lowers his head. He kisses along the neckline of the tank top and my eyes close as his mouth moves over the thin material to my nipple. I moan when his lips close around it, regardless of the material covering it. My fingers thread in his hair and after a few minutes I pull his mouth back to mine.

We roll over so I’m straddling him, and when I sit up I pull off my tank top. Eric’s eyes glaze over for a few seconds before his hands move to grab the newly naked skin. He sits up and kisses me again. His hands move around to my back. One stays pressed against it while the other tangles in my hair.

My hips start rocking against him again and Eric breaks the kiss to go after my neck. He finds the right spot and I gasp as my fingers dig into his shoulders. My hips rock faster and my breaths get shorter and quicker. The pleasure is building up and I know it isn’t going to take a whole lot more before I explode.

I move a hand between us and brush against Eric’s erection. He groans and bites lightly on my collarbone. I suck in a breath and look into his eyes.

“I want you,” I tell him. It’s the nicest, least threatening way I can think of to say that I want him to throw me down and fuck me senseless.

“I want you too,” he says, but he looks nervous.

“What’s wrong?” I ask him.

“I uh… This is… I’ve never…” Eric stumbles over his words, but I figure out what he means.

He’s a virgin.

Judging by looks alone that’s a big surprise, but I know him beyond his handsome face. Everything I know about him tells me he’s telling the truth, and it makes perfect sense.

“It’s okay, Eric,” I tell him. It really is okay. “We can slow down if you want to.”

“I don’t want to,” he answers and I feel relieved by it.

“Me either.”

With that his lips catch mine again. To my knowledge I haven’t been with a virgin since my first serious high school boyfriend, Preston. That was a long time ago. I lost my virginity to him when I was seventeen and it was really awkward for both of us.

Generally speaking there’s a process in sex, and I’m a big fan of foreplay, both giving and receiving. Right now I’m tangled up in a man who has wanted me for four years. On top of that, he’s a virgin. If there’s anymore foreplay he won’t make it to the main event, and that would be a damn shame.

For both of us.

“Do you have condoms?” I ask even though I don’t expect he does.

“No.” Eric looks defeated.

I bite my lip and after a moment’s consideration I say, “It’s okay. I’m on birth control. I don’t think we should make a habit of going without just to be on the safe side.”

Eric nods and I can tell he’s nervous. I know what to expect and he doesn’t.

“Hey,” I hold his face in my hands, “If it’s too much or you want to slow down just say so, okay? I’m not going anywhere.”

As if I don’t already think the world of him, Eric says, “I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“You won’t,” I assure him and kiss the tip of his nose. I look into his eyes and say, “Just kiss me. The rest will just happen like it’s supposed to.”

Eric nods and slowly moves to kiss me. It’s different this time. This time I know it’s going somewhere and so does he. Eric doesn’t hold back and neither do I. We kiss for what feels like hours before Eric finally lays me down. When I start to wiggle out of my sweats he helps me get them off. They disappear over the side of his bed along with my panties.

Eric sits back a moment to just look at me and I lay still to let him take it in. I’m sure I’m not the first naked woman he’s ever seen, but I’m most likely the first one he’s ever seen that isn’t in a book, magazine or movie. His hand moves up my thigh and I direct it to where it should go. My legs open for him and we both suck in a breath when his fingertips graze over my slick, heated skin.

I watch his face while his fingers explore me a little. I’m so ready for him, but I can be patient. I understand why he’s not just diving in and it means a lot to me that he’s taking this seriously. He doesn’t ask for my help but I keep guiding his fingers and with every moan that escapes me he gains a little more confidence. When he slides a finger inside me my heart skips a beat and I grip his wrist.

My eyes stay on his while he watches his finger slide in and out of me. I want to kiss him but I’m afraid to say anything. I let Eric go at his pace and after another minute he puts another finger inside me. My hips start to move to meet his thrusts and I shift his hand so his thumb is rubbing against my clit.

I cry out when he finds the right spot inside me and my eyes close.

“Does that feel good?” he asks.

I nod my head but I’m still afraid to speak. I bite my bottom lip and I let him keep going until I’m close to coming, but I don’t let him finish me. Instead I move his hand away and it surprises me when he lifts his hand to lick his fingers clean. There is something incredibly sexy about the way he does it. Meanwhile his other hand moves to untie the drawstring of his pants.

I hold my breath while I watch him take his pants off. I can feel his eyes on mind, watching me watch him. My eyes travel down his chest and stomach. I stop to count the scars and find that there are seven I can see. They’re faded and not very big on his adult body, but I can imagine they were much scarier looking on his smaller child’s body. It still horrifies me that someone could do such evil things to an innocent child, especially in the name of God.

But I can’t let myself get caught up in that. My eyes keep moving down his torso and when I get a load of what he’s packing my eyes bulge out and I audibly gulp. A slightly cocky smirk lifts the corner of Eric’s mouth. All of the things I could do to him run through my mind and it takes a whole lot of willpower not to pounce on him. He’s not ready for that stuff, not yet.

Eric dives forward and his sudden eagerness makes me laugh for all of two seconds, but then he’s kissing me again and it’s no laughing matter. He’s all business.

I’m not used to being the one to take the lead in sexual situations, but in this case I have to. Eric freezes when I wrap my hand around his shaft. I stroke him a couple of times and when he closes his eyes I stop.

“Are you ready?” I ask him.

“Yes,” he says in a strained tone of voice and opens his eyes.

I want to tell him that I don’t expect him to last long. Not only is he a virgin, but we’re having sex without a condom that could help desensitize him a little and I’m extremely ready for him. I don’t say any of that though because that seems inappropriate to me. So instead I position him so that his tip rubs up against my clit slowly. Eric groans again and his eyes look down to see what I’m doing.

I bite my bottom lip and wrap my legs around his waist to pull him closer. I get Eric to my entrance and look up into his eyes. He’s looking down on me and before I can say anything he kisses me sweetly.

We’re still kissing when he starts to push into me, and it’s Eric that breaks the kiss to let out a guttural groan. He goes slow and it’s a good thing because he’s big. My hands settle on his hips to pull him a little deeper into me but he has to stop before he goes much further.

I remind myself to be patient, that it will be worth the wait. It is worth the wait. It feels like forever before he’s buried in me and then he just looks at me without moving.

“I’ve waited for this,” he says in that strained voice.

It’s not a line like it would be with anyone else. With Eric it’s the truth and I know it.

This might be fast but it feels right. My hips move and Eric pulls back. The look on his face is one I will never forget for as long as I live, and as he pushes into me again I lift my head to kiss his neck. He moves slowly, which is impressive, but it doesn’t last long. Instinct overpowers his self-control and his hips start to move faster. I move to keep up with him and his lips crash down on mine.

It all feels so good. The kisses, the weight of his body on mine, the fast but fluid strokes of his cock inside me, his hands in my hair… it’s all good. I want it to go on forever but I know that it won’t.

Eric manages to hold off for a whole three minutes (which is longer than Preston did) before he shudders on top of me and I feel him explode inside me. I reach between us to finish myself off while his hips are still thrusting a little and when I come too, Eric is groaning along with me. The strength goes out of his arms and he drops on top of me but I don’t mind. I like the weight of him on me.

I miss his shoulder and gently stroke his back. Eric doesn’t move and neither of us speak for a minute. I just concentrate on the feeling of his hot breath on my neck and the fact that he’s still in me. The good thing is that I know it won’t take long for him to rebound and because I’m not a virgin I won’t be too uncomfortable to go again.

When he finally lifts his head there’s this dopey smile on his face and I can’t help smiling back at him.

“Worth waiting for?” I ask him.

“You have no idea.” his smile turns into a grin and Eric pulls out of me to roll to the side.

I turn and rest my head on his chest. He wraps an arm around me and kisses the top of my head. I snuggle against him and seriously consider calling in sick at work again, but I know I can’t do that.

Eric twirls some of my hair around his fingers and I kiss his chest. We lay there quietly for a little while until he picks up my hand and moves it to his cock. I tilt my head up to look at him while we both stroke him until he’s ready again, and when I climb on top of him he doesn’t complain.

I wait until I have him inside me again and then I lean down to kiss the scars on his chest. The fact that he’s alive is a miracle. He lifts my head and kisses me as my hips start to rock and when the kiss breaks he catches me completely by surprise when he says, “I love you, Sookie.”

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