by Stella James
“Mm, Eric, I want more,” she groans against my lips. “As soon as I opened my eyes and could feel your body around mine, I began to ache for you,” she says. Christ.
“Sit up baby,” I growl, grabbing my cock and lining it up with her pussy. She hovers above me and slowly slides down, expelling a sharp gasp before she sucks me all the way in and I’m buried balls deep inside of her. “Damn Grey.”
She remains upright as her body adjusts to me and looks down at me with a sexy smile, her eyes soft and focused on mine. She grabs my hands and places them on each of her full breasts, beginning to rock slowly back and forth as I palm the weight of each globe in my hand and roll her pebbled pink nipples between my fingers. Her blonde hair tumbles down her back as her pace quickens and she bucks her hips back and forth, losing herself in her own rhythm. It’s the most erotically beautiful thing I’ve ever seen and when the thought enters my mind, I shove away the guilt it brings and focus solely on the woman above me. She’s real, she’s here and she’s giving as much to me as she’s taking for herself.
“Eric, I need, I need more,” she moans.
I sit up and gently lift her from my cock, she whimpers in protest until I flip her onto her stomach and pull her hips back, displaying her gorgeous ass in the air. I kneel behind her and grip her hips while guiding myself back into her sweet pussy and thrusting deep. I pull out and drive back in forcefully. She pushes her ass back into me and grips the covers with her hands until her knuckles are white. I start slow and once I’m confident that she’s okay with the position, I lean over her and gently sink my teeth into the soft skin on the back of her shoulder.
“Is this what you want Grey?”
“Ye-yes, God yes,” she gasps.
“Say it. I want to hear you say it baby.”
“Fuck me Eric, I want you to fuck me,” she says confidently.
I pull back and slam into her, repeating the motion and picking up speed with every thrust. Everything about Grey turns me into a fucking animal and I’m far too weak to try and fight it. I want her. All of her. And hearing those harsh words leave her pretty lips has driven me completely mad. My fingertips dig into her flesh and when I feel myself getting too damn close without her, I reach my hand around and strum her swollen clit until she’s wild and incoherent beneath me.
“Come with me Grey, squeeze my cock,” I demand.
“Yes, yes, I’m coming Eric,” she shouts, her pussy clamping down around me, shoving me into my own climax.
I come in long strokes, just as hard as I did the first time with her. And the second. This woman has surprised me since the moment I met her and now that I know what it feels like to lose myself inside of her and to feel her body pull me in, I don’t want to be without it. I don’t want to be without her. I had the notion in my head to eventually find a woman, I had no idea she was right in front of my damn face. When I pull out slowly and see our mingled pleasure dripping from the tip of my dick, the possessive bastard within me practically howls at the moon.
I’ve never been so pleased to see my mark on someone before. She moans lazily when I pull her back and tuck her back into me. Where she fits perfectly.
“Eric?” She whispers.
“Yeah?”
She doesn’t say anything but instead looks up at me with uncertainty. She places her delicate palm on the side of my face and slides herself up, kissing me slowly but firmly. She pulls away and smiles softly before nestling back into my arms and falling back asleep.
Chapter 9
Grey
“That’s right Jamie, point your toes a little bit more and try to keep your leg straight,” I smile approvingly as she peeks up at me in the mirror.
We’ve been practicing almost every day for the last several weeks and Jamie is catching on like a complete natural. I think it helps that this is for fun and there’s no pressure. I convinced Eric shortly after he mounted the makeshift barre to also add a large mirror so that Jamie could watch herself. Although she often just looks down, I plan on working on her confidence as we go as well.
“Can I try the one where I bend my knees,” she asks.
“Of course you can do your pliés, start in first position,” I reply, changing the music. “Keep your hands on your hips for now, we’ll add the arm later,” I say.
Jamie bends up and down with perfect posture and an excellent turnout. She really is a natural and the way she smiles the entire time is sweet and endearing. I’m so proud of her and I know Eric is too. Eric. He’s been sneaking into my bed for over a week now and I can’t so much as think about him without blushing like a virgin. The things that man does to my body are positively sinful. I like to think that based on the way he responds to me, that I’m giving just as good as I’m getting. We haven’t officially established anything yet, other than we are exclusive to each other.
I can’t share you Grey, I’ll rip off anyone’s hands who dares to touch you. He was buried so deep inside me when he spoke those words that I felt them right down to my soul. And I felt the same. I don’t want Eric giving anyone what he gives me. And that’s about as far as we’ve gotten. I shake my head and focus back on Jamie.
“Good job sweetheart, I think that’s good for today,” I say. “Let’s go have a small snack before your dad gets home with the pizza.”
“Okay!”
She bolts for the stairs and I trail behind her, grinning over the fact that Eric will be home soon. Besides our new penchant for sharing a bed for half the night, we’ve also been eating supper together every night. Which is a nice change from him spelling me off from my child rearing duties and leaving me to head back to my suite to scavenge something suitable for a one person meal.
I don’t mind cooking and it’s been awhile since I cooked for anyone other than myself. He’s been working so hard lately, I like doing something for him. Although tonight is, by Jamie’s request, pizza night I’ve managed to impress him with a decent meal every other night. Jamie too. Him and his crew should be wrapping up their current job by the weekend and returning back on a normal schedule for Monday. Which makes me wonder how exactly I’ll fit in if he doesn’t need me to watch Jamie anymore. But that, along with several other points of discussion have yet to come up. I had convinced myself before that we had to stay away from each other because I’d hate lying to him, now I’ve managed to reassure myself that it’s not technically lying. It’s simply just not mentioning…that’s different right?
“Grey can I watch cartoons for a bit?” Jamie asks while taking a bite out of an apple.
“Sure, but when your dad gets home from work you need to wash up and turn it off, okay?”
“Okay!”
I head into the kitchen and open the dishwasher, stacking plates and bowls on the counter to put away. The sun is shining through the large patio doors, gleaming off the dark granite counter tops. The first time I saw the inside of Eric’s house I was impressed and I still am. The inside is very neutral in colour and décor, and often kept neat and tidy. The kitchen is a bit on the rustic side, with lightly stained solid wood cabinets. The living room and the rest of the house is a mix of light tones mostly. Beiges, light greens and greys. Jamie’s room is the one exception with vibrant lavender walls and mismatched colourful furniture.
I’ve wondered several times if his wife chose everything or if they chose it together. I’d never ask, of course. Because it’s not of my business and I’m not sure how I’d feel if I knew for certain that everything here has been kept the same since she passed away. Eric has hardly spoken about her, the only time her name comes up is when Jamie randomly makes a statement or shares a fading memory. But I suppose, like me, Eric just doesn’t see the harm in not mentioning his past.
I’m just closing the now empty dish washer when I hear the front door open and click shut.
“Daddy! Pizza!” Jamie shouts.
I take down three plates and set them on the table just as Eric walks in, he looks me over head to toe and if I weren’t so observant I’d miss
the slight clench in his jaw and the way his eyes turn a shade darker. I know it’s because of what I’m wearing. A tight pair of black leggings and form fitting dark purple tank top. It’s not revealing by any means but the fabric fits snuggly against my skin and judging from Eric’s expression, he’s more than pleased with my attire.
“Hey,” I say, stepping towards him and taking the two boxes from his hands. “How was work?”
He clears his throat and turns his head towards the living room. “Jamie, go wash up,” he says loud enough for her to hear over the T.V. When the cartoon clicks off and we hear her run down the hall to the bathroom, Eric takes the boxes from me and sets them on the counter.
“What’s wrong?” I ask as he trails his rough hands up my arms. I love the way his callused hands feel against my softer skin.
He places one strong hand on either side of my face and leans down, taking my mouth in a hard kiss. My hands move to his chest and when he grumbles against my lips I smile and lean back.
“What was that?”
“Goddamn baby, how am I supposed to keep my hands off of you when you dress like this? I can see your fucking nipples through your shirt,” he mutters.
“They’re just workout clothes Eric,” I smirk.
“Doesn’t matter. All I see are curves that belong underneath me,” he says, palming my ass roughly before stepping away and adjusting himself. I laugh and bend over, sticking my backside out far more than necessary as I pick the boxes up and take them to the table.
“Tease,” he says shaking his head as he goes to the sink and washes his hands.
Jamie comes barreling back into the room and makes a beeline for the table.
“Daddy, I was doing pliés today,” Jamie says proudly. “Grey told me I was doing a good job.”
“Of course I did, because you were rockin’ it girl,” I say, placing a slice of pizza in front of her.
“That’s good kiddo, did you thank Grey for your lesson?”
“Thank you Grey,” she says around a mouthful of peperoni pizza.
“You are very welcome,” I laugh. Eric pulls a chair out for me and we both sit.
We listen to Jamie’s stories from day camp while we eat, I help Eric tidy up the kitchen and say goodnight to Jamie before I head back downstairs to start my laundry while he gets her in the bathtub. A look passes between us and I know that I can expect him tonight.
I sort my clothes and toss a load of darks into the plastic basket. Deciding to have a shower first, I strip out of the clothes I’m wearing and add them to the pile before I drop the basket onto the kitchen floor and head for the bathroom. I take my time washing my hair and shaving my legs and bikini line before I flip the tap off and grab the plush white towel from the hook. I brush my hair out and throw on an old pair of pink cotton shorts and a thin white T-shirt. I don’t bother with panties or a bra, I’m not sure when Eric will be down but I don’t see the point in putting too much on when it’s just going to end up in a pile on the floor anyways.
I walk through the kitchen, grabbing the basket of clothes and make my way to the laundry room. I can hear the faint sound of the T.V. upstairs as I cross the basement. Jamie should be in bed soon and the anticipation of my nightly routine with Eric makes my stomach flutter. I start the washing machine and dump in some soap before tossing in my small load of clothes. I’m about to turn around when a pair of muscular arms cage me in against the machine. I lean back slightly and feel a shiver travel the length of my body when he sweeps my damp hair from my neck and places it over my shoulder.
“She’s asleep already?” I ask slightly out of breath.
“Passed right out in the middle of Dr.Seuss,” he says, pressing his lips to the back of my neck. The scent of his soap fills the air, masculine and spicy.
“Mm, are you sure she’s out for the night?”
“Yes Grey,” he grazes his teeth along my skin. “I’m sure she’s out.”
He turns me to face him and once he glances down and sees the thinness of my shirt, his eyes turn molten, his jaw tight.
“Are you trying to kill me?” He groans.
I run my palms down his bare chest and let my fingertips tease the waistband of his worn out jeans. “I could ask you the same thing,” I say.
He smirks and grips the elastic band of my shorts, pulling them down my thighs in one swift motion. They fall to my feet and I kick them aside.
“Christ Grey, I can fucking smell how wet you are,” he growls.
“Maybe you should do something about it,” I say, taking his hand with mine and placing it on top of my mound. I lean up as he slips one finger inside of me and gasp against his skin. “It’s all for you Eric, one touch from you and I’m dripping,” I moan, snaking my arms around his neck.
He pumps his finger in and out and spreads my wetness up to my clit, rubbing firm circles against the nerves until I’m panting in his ear and begging for more. He removes his hand and the whimper that escapes my throat is needy and desperate as he takes a step back.
“Lose the shirt babe,” he says.
I pull my shirt up and over my head, adding it to my discarded shorts on the floor. His eyes slowly rake over me and widen a fraction when I back up and lift myself onto the washing machine, spreading my thighs wide. He plucks open the button on his jeans and pushes them down his muscular legs. His cock is hard and thick, and slaps against his stomach when he rids himself of his pants. My chest heaves slightly and I can’t help but lick my lips as he steps towards me. He grips my hips on either side and pulls me forward.
“Hang on to me,” he says, the height of the washer perfectly lining us up. He begins to slide in slowly. Too slowly. I reach my hands around to his tight ass and shove him forward, impaling myself with his length in the process.
“Fuck,” he grumbles.
“I need you Eric,” I moan. “We can do slow later. Right now, I need you to fuck me. I’m so fucking wet for you.”
He pulls back and thrusts back in, harder. The washing machine begins to vibrate beneath me, masking the sounds of our flesh smacking together as he completely destroys me, in the best way possible. My heels dig into his back, my finger nails scratching at his shoulders. I’m wild and wanton and desperate for more. He holds me as if I weigh nothing, my bottom no longer resting on the machine as he turns us around and presses my back against the cold wall, driving into me mercilessly, grunting and groaning as I moan my pleas not to stop.
“Eyes on me Grey,” he demands.
My eyelids lift and when I see the look of pure savagery in the dark pools of blue that stare back at me, I lose all sense of myself. He owns me completely in this moment and nothing has ever felt so right. I can feel my orgasm begin to tease me and on cue he brings a hand between us and rubs my clit as hard and fast as he’s plunging into me.
“Eric, Eric, don’t stop,” I beg.
“Come for me baby, come on my dick right fucking now Grey, I want to feel you dripping between us,” he snarls.
His words throw me into a climax that hits every nerve in my body and leaves me scrambling in a haze of pleasure. My body goes lax but he continues to pump into me, taking his own relief a moment later as he groans into my neck and finally slows to a stop. He releases my legs and I slide down the length of his damp body, my knees wobbling when they come into contact with the cold floor.
We stand and hold each other, regaining our breath before we make it back to my bed and take each other again. When I wake up in the morning he’s already gone.
*
When I pick Jamie up from camp we decide to forego our daily ballet lesson and head to the outdoor water park instead to cool off. It’s hot and humid and when we pull up, the park is full of people trying to beat the heat. I texted Eric before we left the community centre and filled him in.
I don’t know what my problem today is, but ever since I woke up alone, yet again, I’ve had a bitter taste in my mouth. I hate that we sneak around. It was fun the first couple of times but i
t’s been over a week and maybe we haven’t necessarily defined “us”, but it bothers me to be walking on egg shells around Jamie. I’d never want to intentionally make her uncomfortable but I also want to spend the entire night with the man who damn near gives me an orgasm just by looking at me.
I’m not unreasonable and I know that if I want more than casual I’m going to have to tell Eric the whole truth about the additional circumstances that brought me to Blue Falls, which I’m prepared to do. But we need to talk and figure this thing out first. No more sex until we do. I can’t think with him around me, touching me and I need a clear head if I’m going to remain sensible. Tonight. We’ll talk tonight.
Jamie lets herself out of the car and I grab our bag from the passenger seat and follow her to the change rooms. Once she’s changed and ready to go, I choose a spot in the shade where I can keep an eye on her and sink back into the folding lawn chair I brought with me. Jamie finds some kids she knows and soon the group is running around like lunatics, squealing and sopping wet from the various sprinklers.
I glance over at the parking lot just as Eric pulls up in his white pickup. I wave as he makes his way over to the park and my treacherous lady hormones instantly forget my irritation at the sight of him in his work clothes, his hair messed to perfection and his smile shining bright in contrast to his tanned skin. Damn him.
“Hey, finished early?”
“Yeah, figured I’d he-“
“Hello Eric!”
We both follow the singsong voice of a petite woman wearing a vibrant blue cover up and a wide brimmed hat. She saunters over to Eric and the way she casually touches his arm as she leans into him and speaks quietly makes my stomach churn. She must be around thirty and I strain to see if she’s wearing a wedding ring but I can’t tell. He offers her a polite smile and leans down so he can presumably hear her better. I’m sure my expression is less than friendly as I watch their little exchange. I’m being completely unreasonably jealous but I can’t seem to help myself. This woman is blatantly flirting with my man. Ha. My man? No Grey, he’s not yours honey. I focus my gaze back over to the park where Jamie is still running around with her friends. I don’t turn my head but I can feel Eric beside me now. I can always feel him it seems.
