by Pamela Prim
“No kids,” He answered. “And I've been divorced for a couple years.”
“Oh. Cool.” Swiftly, I shut my eyes, aware of my blunder. “Sorry. That's not cool. I just say that word a lot. It was an accident.”
Eric laughed. “Actually, it is cool. Getting divorced was perhaps the best thing that I ever did.”
I laughed. “Okay, good.”
“Do you want to talk about what happened with your friends?”
“How do you know a big 'something' happened?”
“Well, you were clearly upset when we met, and also, it looks like there's a party going on and you're not at it.”
“And I told you my friends think I can't relax,” I added, nodding. “Got it. Well... this douche guy named Eddie started hitting on me, and when I rejected him he called me a bitch. We kind of got into a fight, and then Melinda- who I thought was one of my best friends- accused me of being uptight. I guess she thinks I should have just let Eddie have his way. I don't know.” I huffed out a heavy breath and threw my hands into the air.
“Damn,” Eric said.
“The best part is that Melinda and I are sharing a room here, so I'm going to have to face her later tonight.”
“Unless she hooks up with Eddie and doesn't come back.”
I laughed out loud. “Oh my God, one can only hope!”
“How long till you go home?”
“We're staying a few days. Although now I'm honestly thinking about buying a bus ticket and just heading back myself. I don't want to be dramatic, but this isn't exactly what I bargained for, you know?”
He nodded. “Yeah, I do.”
He smiled at me then, and the candlelight flickered on the edge of his glasses. My stomach clenched together, and I suddenly felt incredibly nervous. Still, I didn't want the moment to end. Everything was calm and good there, sitting with Eric on his porch and listening to the waves crashing against the shore.
Laughter from the party boomed across the beach, interrupting the peace.
“What do you think?” Eric asked. “Should we start our own party and give them a run for their money? I know a DJ. Plus I've got a smoke machine in the basement.”
“You do not,” I giggled, picking the book back up and absentmindedly running my hands over it.
“I don't what? Know a DJ, or have a smoke machine?”
“The latter.”
“I'll show you if you want.”
“I'll take your word for it,” I said, giggling all over again. My hand slipped on the paperback and the book fell to the porch floor.
“Oops,” I said, bending down out of my chair to retrieve it.
“Let me,” Eric said at the same time. Our hands touched on the book, and he drew his back to let me pick it up. I'd hopped out of the chair, though, and we were now incredibly close. Our shoulders brushed as we both straightened up.
I could feel the rising in my cheeks as I reached up to nervously mess with the straps of my tank top. Being only inches away from Eric was doing crazy things to my body- it was flushing and pulsating in ways that it never had before.
It had been a few months since I'd had a boyfriend, but none of the four or five guys I had dated had ever made me feel the way I felt just standing near Eric.
“Sorry,” He breathed, his entire body as still as a stone.
“It's all right,” I whispered. “Um, that was nice of you.”
He nodded slowly, still unmoving, and for a second we just stood there, two awkward people in the middle of a dimly lit porch.
Eric cleared his throat and looked down. I wasn't sure what to do. Was it maybe time for me to leave? God knows I didn't want to.
“I guess I'll go,” I said slowly.
He looked up. “No. I mean, only if you want. I don't want to push you away, you know... You can stay for as long as you like.”
Eric's fumbling made me giggle all over again.
“What?” He grinned.
“Your awkward stuttering is cute,” I responded.
“I'm only stuttering because you're so irresistible,” He said, in a swift comment that sucked all the air out of my body.
I blinked hard, teetering on my bare toes. I'd pegged Eric as shy and not outgoing and all, but then he'd gone and floored me with that last comment.
“You don't have to go,” He repeated as he took a small step towards me.
I lowered my hands, setting the book back on the table, and tilted my face up to his. “I don't?”
Slowly, he shook his head. “But I won't force you to stay.”
“The only thing you'd have to force me to do would be to go,” I whispered. His face was mere inches from mine, and the scent of his spicy cologne filled my mouth. I could see his Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed hard, and I wondered what his skin tasted like.
Slowly, I reached out- my heart pounding the entire time- and let my hand graze against his. In response, his body shifted forward slightly. I raised my face even more to his, and a second later and his lips were ever so slowly pressing against mine. The movement was incremental- the kiss as slow as a glacier. I held my breath the entire time, not quite able to believe what was happening.
I finally exhaled, my breath sweeping over him, and he lifted a hand to let a finger trail down my cheek. A slight breeze came onto the porch, ruffling my hair and nipping my bare shoulders.
Eric's kiss slowly became more and more powerful, picking up force with each passing minute. I don't know how long we just stood there and kissed, but it was long enough for the rest of the world to swirl around me and cease to even matter anymore.
Slowly, he broke off the kiss and pressed his forehead against mine. I took in a shaky breath, attempting to quell the urges that were racking my body.
“You taste delicious,” He whispered, the gritty tone of his voice making me shake all over. Gone was demure, lone writer Eric: in his place was someone entirely different.
“I was just thinking the same thing about you,” I responded.
He licked his lips, his breathe coming out fast and hot against my chin and neck. “Do you want to come inside?”
“Yes,” I answered, not skipping a beat.
And then, before I had a chance to even move, Eric picked me up and pulled me against his chest. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pressed my lips into his once more. The new batch of kisses was hot and hungry, driven by the urge that was swiftly rising between my legs.
I felt Eric walk backwards, moving us towards the sliding door. I heard the door open, but saw nothing, so busy was I with his lips and tongue.
We moved through the darkness, bumping first into some sort of table before landing on a couch. I laughed as I bounced against his chest, and he reached up to run his hands over the small of my back. I could sense the fire in his own body- it seemed as if our singular heats were reaching out and melding us together. I fit perfectly on his chest; between his arms, and when he nuzzled his face into my neck there was nowhere else in the world that I wanted to be.
We began kissing again, and his hands were moving to the sides of my hips, running back and forth. I spread my hands on his chest; found the buttons of his shirt, and began to slowly undo them. He pressed his hips into mine and a quick and sharp moan escaped my mouth. I could feel the hard bulge underneath his pants, straining to get out, and just the thought of it made an instant wave of wetness gush out of me.
Moving quickly once more, Eric grabbed onto my hips and flipped me over onto the couch cushions. I gazed up at the broad figure, silhouetted in the darkness, and grinned. What bonfire? Fuck the bonfire.
Eric began working his fingers on the button on my shorts, then slowly and tantalizingly undid the zip. I held my breath the entire time, my legs shaking and my hips spreading of their own accord. My heart was beating away so fast that it seemed to be the only thing I could hear- even the breaking of the waves on the nearby shore had faded away.
Fluidly, he slid the shorts off and dropped them onto the fl
oor. A thumb brushed gingerly across my clit and I let out a moan- this one low and long.
Going off of my positive reaction, he pushed his thumb hard against the swollen nub, and my body responded by becoming pure jelly. I collapsed my head and arms against the cushions and closed my eyes, letting myself be carried away by the delicious sensation.
Next thing I knew my panties were coming off. I could feel them slipping off my thighs and down my legs. A finger pressed gently against my pulsating opening, and then slipped inside. I arched my back, pushing my hips up into Eric's hand.
“Mm,” He murmured. “A little eager?”
In response I only moaned. When he lowered his face and slid his tongue across me I had to turn my face and bite the pillow next to me. His fingers were moving in and out, picking up and matching the rhythm of his tongue, which was swirling circles around my clit.
I was groaning into the pillow like a wild animal, my hand twisting in his blonde waves. Faster and faster his tongue was going, making hot, wet circles against my sweet spot. The pleasure came in waves, circling around just like his tongue. Each rotation was stronger and fiercer, bringing me closer and closer to a peaking point. Unable to hold back anymore, I cried out, pushing my hips into his mouth as I exploded with a release.
He didn't pause, though. No sooner had my orgasm finished than was he pulling his shirt off and undoing his belt buckle. I gazed heatedly up at him, the desire in my body not lessened at all by the recent explosion.
His pants and shirt fell on the floor, leaving only a tight pair of underwear in their wake. My breath grew ragged as I stared at his hips, a thick bulge resting and waiting there for me. Eric moved to take off the underwear, and his dick popped out, straight and full.
Once he had finished undressing he knelt there in front of me, a Greek God come to life. A bit of light was coming in through a window behind him, striking the hard ridges of his shoulders and hips.
Slowly, he reached down to stroke the length of his hard self while I watched. My breath hitched at the sight, and I felt my body begin to shake all over again. I could have laid there all night watching him touch himself.
I also felt compelled to act, though, and so I rolled over on my side and then went forward on my hands and knees. Gingerly, I took his dick in my hands, nudging his own palms out of the way. It was hot and pulsing under my touch, and seemed to grow even thicker and longer as I slightly tightened my grip around its girth.
I brought my face down, putting my tongue out to lick just the head. Eric moaned low in response, and I slid my tongue down his whole length and back again. Opening my mouth, I slowly took the whole thing in between my teeth. He tasted salty and felt as smooth as satin. Resting my hands at the base of his length I slowly bobbed my head up and down, first going slow, then fast, then slowing it back down once more.
Eric moaned and clutched my shoulders as I worked on him. The faster I went the more noise he made, his hips gently pushing against my mouth. Although I was getting nearly as excited as him, and I could feel wetness seeping between my legs, I slowed it down, knowing I couldn't make him finish quite yet.
As seductively as possible- and enjoying playing the part of vixen- I released his dick and crawled backwards onto the cushions. He growled down at me as he followed, nudging my knees further open with his leg and settling close in between them.
One hand back on himself, he reached the other one forward, staring at the slit between my legs while he spread my lips open with his fingers. He pushed his hips closer, and the hard tip of his dick grazed softly across my opening. Delicious sparks shot through my body at the teasing touch, and I wanted to beg him for more, but I also didn't want to hurry. We had the whole night, and I wanted to take and own every minute of our time together.
Eric seemed to be of the same mind, because he still didn't press into me. Instead, he took his dick and slid it in a circle between my thighs, taunting me again. I bit my bottom lip and closed my eyes, fading away into the burning desire. Eric's other palm massaged my right thigh, first inside and then out, working a circle around my leg.
A soft slap on my ass made me open my eyes. His gaze was sparkling down at me, questioning whether I had liked what he had just done or not. I smiled in response, and he gently spanked me again, his dick pushing forward to enter me slightly for the first time.
Another spank and another push of his hips, and my inner walls spread to accept his girth. I sighed in joy as he pushed one more time, entering me halfway and hitting a most delicious spot. He pulled out slowly, retreating all the way, then just as slowly pushed in again, entering me as far as he could go.
I closed my eyes, the pleasure taking me over. In all the way, he leaned forward and rested his chest against mine, then slowly pushed his hips up, driving in and at an angle.
I ran my hands along his muscled back, trailing them down and across his tight ass as he continued to slowly move in and out of me. No sooner had we fallen into a rhythm, though, then did he shift, leaning back up to hook his arms under my legs.
I was at his mercy, spread wide and exposed. He continued to gaze down at me as he moved, but this time he was going faster with each stroke.
My hands itching to move- to touch- I reached them up to run them first over his hips and then his arms.
My eyes had adjusted enough to the darkness now, and I could see Eric's face, a thin layer of sweat glistening on it. His eyes were intense, focused on my face like they were lasers.
“Touch yourself,” He whispered, taking me by surprise. “I want to see you touch yourself while I fuck you.”
His request made me blush slightly. No man had ever propositioned me in such a way. It also made me excited, though, causing eager butterflies to flit around in my torso.
Slowly, I let my hand trail up and across my hips, Eric all the while continuing his slow drive into my body as he eagerly watched the procession of my fingers.
My palm grazed across my breast, the nipple hard and tight. I wasn't sure at first what to do- wasn't sure what he would like. Slowly, though, I played, seeing what felt good. Taking my thumb and index finger, I teased the nipple lightly, rolling and tugging. Eric let out a low growl that seemed to be a good sign, and the pleasure in my body increased, seeming to shoot down in a connecting line from the tips of my breast to the spot between my legs.
Eric lifted my legs higher, the new angle hitting my sweet spot with even more intensity. My mouth fell open, low moans escaping me as the pleasure built and built.
Eric pushed into me harder, the slow and sweet driving from earlier now gone, replaced instead by a hard and frenzied fucking.
“Juliana,” He gasped, making my name sound as sweet as candy.
“Yes,” I gasped, unable to get out much more. I was lost in the world of ecstasy, unable to know or remember anything else. “Yes,” I gasped again, one hand still on my breast and the other clutching desperately onto Eric's hip.
I exploded, the pleasure shaking my body in wave after wave.
Swiftly, Eric pulled out, enjoying his own release as he collapsed onto my chest. Sweat dripped off of him, coating my own body. My legs were still shaking as I felt his fingers press against my opening once more.
I fidgeted underneath his touch, feeling sensitive.
“I can't,” I whispered.
“Yes,” He said simply, with an authoritative tone. He was already moving his fingers around my swollen clit, making me jump from a mixture of pleasure and unease.
The little jolts of good feelings grew closer and closer together, and then I was coming once more, digging my fingernails into his back and burying my face in his neck.
“I could go all night,” He murmured, once the shaking in my body had finally ceased.
I laughed. “Really?”
He nodded against my face, his jaw softly grazing my cheek. I wiggled my hands between our hips and felt that he was already hard again, his thickness pressing dangerously close to my inner thigh.
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p; “Well,” I said slowly. “That may not be such a bad thing, considering I really have no reason to go back to my beach house.”
He turned his face slightly in order to give me a warm and tender kiss. I opened my mouth wide up to his. He tasted just as good as he had the first time we'd kissed, and I felt as if I would never grow tired of the feel of his tongue against mine.
When he stopped kissing me he kept his face pressed so close to mine that when he spoke his lips brushed my own. “Actually,” He whispered. “I could go all week. What do you say to that?”
I giggled. “I say bring it on.”
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