by N. Michaels
The moment Eric closes his front door; he hauls me against it and places his palms on each side of my shoulders. I feel the atmosphere in the room shifting. Gone is the awkwardness and heartache, replaced by fury and lust.
“Why were you ignoring me all night? And why were you flirting with Will? Is he the one you want?” his voice like ice against my skin.
Not what I was expecting to hear…
Taken by surprise, I stumble to answer.
“Why did I…? What…?”
Fury rises in me as the image of Eliza, nearly mauling his face flashes before my eyes and besides… he left me! I frown at him.
“What the hell is wrong with you Eric? First you tell me you want me. Then you have me, and then you dump me, go back to you long time fuck-buddy and then suddenly have a change of heart? You left me!” I shout the last three words in frustration. I don’t give him a chance to respond. ”Why did you let Eliza kiss you? Why didn’t you stop her? Why did you – ”
Eric crashes his lips on mine, silencing me. I start to struggle but the moment his tongue sweeps over mine, all my objections die. I’ve missed this too much. Missed his touch, his taste, and his intoxicating smell. It scares me how fast my heart is thundering in my chest at how much I need him. How my desire for him is making me want to get closer and closer to him, to forget everything and just to be one with him.
Eric’s right hand moves to cup my cheek while his left one wraps around my waist, pulling me so close to him there is nothing between us but our clothes. The pressure is so strong I feel every hard muscle under his tux.
Eric bites down on my lower lip and growls quietly. He breaks the kiss and presses his forehead to mine, our fast coming breaths mingle together.
“Stop. I had to leave… I couldn’t bear the thought of hurting you, and I did. She means nothing. Nothing.” He whispers in agony then resumes kissing me like a madman, not giving me a chance to reply.
When we come up for air, Eric continues. “You played beautifully tonight. You stole my breath away with your performance, but your song, it destroyed me. Just the thought of you giving up on me, you letting me go, it made me realize the mistake I made when I walked out. I don’t want to lose you… I don’t. I was so miserable without you. I tried burying myself with work but nothing helped. My mind was constantly on you; my heart was constantly on you. I knew at that moment that I’m yours. My soul entirely tethered yours. I had to make you understand that you have me, all of me is yours.” He kisses me again, letting me feel his sincere emotions through his kiss.
This time it’s me who breaks the kiss. “Why did you leave me?” I whisper, my voice breaking and tears threaten to break through.
“I panicked. I physically hurt you, and you were terrified of me. I completely lost control and handled you with force. I didn’t want to hurt you, I’m so sorry, kitten. Please give me another chance. I swear I’ll be better, I won’t break again.” Eric pleads me with a rasping voice.
I hold his face in my hands and pull him away so I could look at him. His face is pleading, his sorrowful eyes meet mine and my hands drop to my sides.
“Eric, what the hell are you talking about?” I frown. “Why would I be scared of you? You didn’t hurt me. I was having the time of my life. Trust me if you would have hurt me, I would have let you know.”
Abruptly, Eliza’s words come back to me. ‘She’s just like the rest, she doesn’t understand.’
Did Eric experience this before? Did he hurt other women?
“It happened before, didn't it?” my voice low with sympathy.
Eric closes his eyes as though he's witnessing something painful and nods solemnly.
He left because he thought he’d hurt me, not because he used me.
“Oh Eric, I'm so sorry.” I place my hand on his cheek and he sighs.
“She was so scared… the look on her face haunts me to this day.” His voice is barely audible.
“Well, whoever she is, she's a fool. I promise you Eric, there was nothing and I mean nothing that you were doing to me that made me want you to stop. Nothing.”
“No. I hurt you. How couldn’t have I? I just need to be gentler –”
“Don’t. I can take it. I don’t want you to hold back on me.”
“Why do you want me to hurt you? Why do want me to be a beast?” He shakes his head, disgusted.
“Eric, you would never hurt me. The first time we slept together, you were so gentle with me, don’t you remember?” I tilt my head to the side, reassuring his haunted eyes.
Eric frowns then looks down, confused. “I was…” his eyes shoot up to mine and I see a spark of hope in their depths.
“I was gentle.” He breaths out, smiling.
I nod, “Yes, you were. And even when you weren’t, I still loved every second. I want you, all of you not eighty percent of you, but everything, one hundred percent.” I smile and kiss him softly.
He smiles a sad smile, “Really? I wasn't too rough?”
“No, but even if you were, I learned that I like it that way.” I smile and his solemn expression lightens.
“All right, but when you can’t walk for a week don’t start crying to me.” he smirks devilishly.
“I can’t wait for that.” I laugh. “I want you, ups and downs, soft and hard. I accept you for who you are. So please, don’t change yourself for me.”
“Ok.” He breathes out heavily then kisses me tenderly.
I break the kiss again.
“But you can’t do this to me anymore. If there is something bothering you, whatever it is, don’t run. Talk to me about it. You nearly killed me when you left.” my voice breaks on the last sentence.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, kitten. I promise, I won’t ever leave you again… but the same goes to you. If I fuck up and I might, don’t run from me.” he whispers.
I nod and he kisses me again, slowly and passionately.
A question I haven’t asked yet bothers me. I pull away and look at him.
“Is that… is that why you had Eliza?”
Eric frowns then averts his eyes. After a few moments of silence he finally says, “Yes. She was the first one who never had any problem with it, the first one who wasn’t scared of me.”
“And before her? What would you do?” I ask.
“I’ve never had a girlfriend, I was too busy helping my father but women always seem to find their way to me.”
I have no problem believing that one. Women seem to move a little bit more sensually when he’s around. They tend to inch closer as though he’s the sun, pulling everything and everyone to him. Well… he is my sun.
“I had a pretty stressful experience with sex. I would never know how the woman would react, but after I met Eliza, I didn’t sleep with anyone else but her. She made me feel like I could be myself with her.” his eyes lower to the floor with regret.
My heart is breaking, slowly and painfully at the thought of not being the first one to be his solace, but I push that thought aside, he’s done with her.
“I understand, Eric. I’m glad she was helpful to you.” I smile softly at him, reassuring him that I’m not upset.
Eric takes my hand in his and places my palm over his heart. He looks at me so fiercely, I am unable to look away from his ardent eyes.
“I’ve never loved her, kitten,” he whispers.
I smile back at him, “I know.”
A man who loves a woman would’ve never done what Eric did to her tonight.
Eric’s eyes heat up in an instant and he lowers his mouth to mine. Kissing me like he’s starving for me. He pulls me into the living room and leads the way to his bedroom. While we’re walking, his hands won’t stop caressing my bare shoulders, roaming up and down my neck.
“I’m crazy about you. There isn’t a moment in the day that I don’t think of you, that I don’t want to be inside you.” He whispers hoarsely between his desperate kisses.
I moan into his mouth, my hands clutching the lapels o
f his jacket, holding him close to me. Once we’re in his bedroom, Eric pulls away; breaking the kiss only to turn me around and slowly lowers my zipper. He traces his tongue up the back of my neck, and I whimper as my sex clenches with hunger.
I step of the gown and turn to face him. Eric groans so seductively, my skin heat up and my arousal trickles down my core. I’m wearing a cream lacey corset with garter straps that connect to my sheer nude stockings, and a matching thong.
“Fucking hell. I’m going to come just by looking at you.” Eric’s blazing eyes devour every inch of me, searing me with their intense heat.
I reach with my hand and undo his black silk bowtie. I hold the two ends and pull his mouth to mine. I kiss him with everything I got, pouring all my longing for him, all my desire and need.
My hands glide up, knotting into his perfect hair, while his hands slide down my bodice until they reach my thong. Eric smooths his hands over my butt and squeezes gently.
His fingers move to my thong, and he holds the fabric in both hands. A second later, I hear a ‘snap’. I whimper as he touches my soft wet flesh, and my need to feel him inside me becomes almost unbearable. Eric grunts when he finds me soaking and pushes two fingers in without a warning. I gasp against his lips and his other arm snakes around my waist, holding me flush against him.
“I got you.” He rasps.
He pumps his fingers in a maddening pace, bringing me closer to my release. But when he senses my body stiffening, he pulls them out of me and pushes me down on the bed. Mad with desire, I spread my legs so they’re bent at the knees. Eric yanks his jacket off and starts unbuttoning his shirt. I watching him hungrily and palm my breasts, when it’s not enough I lower one hand and continue what he started. I moan as I stroke myself, “Eric, I need you.”
In that instance, he stops unbuttoning his shirt and just grabs both ends of it. He yanks it open, ripping all the buttons along the way. They fly and scatter on the floor. His brutality only makes me hotter as the sheer anticipation of him inside me brings me almost to my brink. Eric works on his belt, releasing it from the loops then he drops to his knees. He removes my hand and places his hot mouth on my trembling sex. That sensation alone causes my back to arch off the bed, bringing my hips lower and pressing my wet flesh to his mouth.
“Oh my God…” I moan and sob as his tongue licks me like a hungry tiger.
He bites down lightly on my nub. The slight pain and instant pleasure shoot right through me, bringing me to my breathtaking orgasm. I moan his name and while my body jerks and trembles. In my state of elation, I feel him climb on top me. Eric slides right in while my core is still quivering. I cry out at the sudden fullness and the slightest bite of pain from the size of him. I clutch his shoulders, anchoring myself to him.
I’m falling deeper…
Eric rests on his forearms, driving in and out of me in a punishing rhythm. His head drops to the crook of my neck, kissing and sucking my skin, amplifying my pleasure.
“Yesss… yesss… just like that.” I whimper and he grunts into my ear.
“I missed this… I missed you… I need you so much… I can’t without you, I just cant…” His breath comes out hot and fast.
I rake my nails down his broad back and cry out as the pleasure becomes unbearable and I reach my second climax. His mouth drops on mine, stealing all the moans and whimpers. Tasting my pleasure with starving kisses. Suddenly, he pulls out of me quickly and I feel empty.
“On all fours.” Eric commands with a husky voice and I quickly comply.
His hands grab my hips and he rams into me, stealing my breath away. My hands grip the sheets so tight, my knuckles turn white. But I love it.
Eric pounds into me in a slow and deep pace. Slowly, his right hand slide up my spine, all the way to my throat, long fingers curl around my neck and he pulls me up to my knees so my back is against his perspiring chest. Eric grips my throat tightly, but it doesn’t hurt. It’s possessive, causing my neck to tilt back against his shoulder. My mouth drops open as I pant, completely at his mercy. His left arm wraps around my waist, holding me tight against him while he picks up his pace.
My hands cling to his arms, feeling possessed in everyway. He’s everywhere, inside me, around me, but that’s what I want. I feel protected in his embrace. I gasp and moan at the feel of his thick and hard cock pumping into me, hitting my spot with every deep plunge. Eric’s deep moans and groans vibrate through me, fueling my pleasure. This is how I want him, raw and real.
“You’re mine, only mine… your body, your mind… your heart and your soul… they’re all mine, and I’m yours… completely. Every fiber of me… is yours.” He whispers roughly, panting in my ear and thrusting into me with wild abandon.
My emotions swell at his words and I feel my body stiffen again.
“Come on, kitten… one more time, I want to feel you milk me.”
He bites down on my earlobe and sends me straight into orgasm number three. I gasp and convulse around him as the euphoric pulsating sensation shoots out from my core into every part of me. My knees give out but Eric’s arm holds me up while he thrusts harder and faster, and then I feel him thicken inside me. He plunges a few more times; biting down on my shoulder as his body shudders. His guttural groan comes out sounding as the most pleasurable agony I’ve ever heard. Two heavy tears slide down my cheeks while Eric holds me tight against him. Both of us are shaking and breathless. He gently pulls out and I whimper as his thick penis slides out of me.
He lowers me to the bed and lies next to me, pulling me close. A few moments after we calm down, Eric nuzzles my neck and moves his nose to my ear.
“You changed everything for me, kitten. I can’t survive without you. These past few days were hell on earth for me. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t work I was fucking useless. I don’t want to feel that way ever again. I need you, and I’ve never needed anything or anyone before.”
Eric cups my cheek, passionately looking into my eyes. His turquoise eyes are bright and burning.
“You’ve captured me, kitten.” He whispers hoarsely.
A powerful emotion passes in his eyes, making my heart somersaults in my chest. My eyes widen but he continues before I have a chance to reply.
“You knocked the air out me the moment I saw you. I wanted you the second our eyes locked.
I’ve never had a thing for my assistants but with you… I just couldn’t resist. And then when I thought I hurt you, it crushed me. Being away from you had nearly killed me. I felt like a part of me was missing. I need you, kitten, like the fucking air I breathe.” Eric presses his lips to mine, kissing me tenderly, making my heart constrict tightly while tears sting my eyes.
His words sound almost like a love confession, but it’s too soon for that and for the time being that’s enough for me.
I pull away and place my hand on his cheek, caressing his smooth, warm skin.
“It’s the same for me, tiger. When I’m in your arms, nothing matters but you and me. You are like no other man I ever met and that’s what I admire about you. You make me feel emotions I’ve never felt so strong, so fiercely. But when you left me, you took my heart with you. I felt dead inside.” I ruefully smile while the tears leak out, running down my temples.
Eric swipes them with his thumb and leans in to kiss my eyes.
“I’m so sorry, kitten. Please, forgive me…” he husks.
I arch my neck and press my lips to his. Kissing him slow and soft, tasting him with unhurried licks. Eric’s fingers find the hook-and-eye closers of my corset and he opens them one by one, taking his time while his lips follow down the path of the bare skin he exposes. It’s as if a weight has been lifted from us. We’ve said what was in our hearts, and now we’re cherishing each passing second, enjoying each other. Once I’m completely naked beside him, Eric moves on top of me and slides in gently. He sets a slow and gentle pace. Our soft moans and breaths mingle into one, our bodies fitting perfectly together while we make love until the first ra
y of sun breaks across the blushing sky.
I wake up to an empty bed, and the delicious smell of cooking wafting in the air. I stretch like a lazy cat with a huge smile plastered on my face.
Ahh damn… I can still feel him inside me.
I decide against the shower for now. I don’t want to do that alone, but I do wash my sleepy face and brush my teeth with the pink toothbrush that is standing in its special holder, right next to the blue one. I run my fingers through my bedroom hair, tousling it a little and leave it down.
I find a t-shirt in his closet and tug in on. Barefoot, I pad quietly into the kitchen and stop in my tracks at the entrance. I’m looking at the most mouthwatering sight I ever seen.
Eric is standing at the stove preparing breakfast, wearing a black apron and nothing more.
My hungry eyes travel down the back of his magnificent body. His bedroom hair is perfect, all tousled in the right places, making me want to slide my fingers through it and tug lightly at the silky strands. My eyes lower to his broad shoulders, and I see his taut muscles ripple with every movement he makes. I narrow my eyes and see the faint pink lines my nails made last night, I swallow at that memory.
Definitely want to do that again.
Finally, my eyes focus on his uncovered, rock hard backside.
And now I’m staring.
I bite my lower lip at the happiness that is swelling inside my chest. Never in a million years had I thought I would wake up to this type of view. I walk closer to the breakfast bar and sit down on a stool. The soft material feels great against my bare bottom.
“Morning, tiger.” I say softly, not wanting to startle him.
Eric turns his head to me, his smile dazzling me for a moment.
“Good morning, kitten.” He turns back to his cooking after his heated eyes take me in.
“So… whatcha makin’?” I crane my head to catch a glimpse of the frying pan.
“French toast and some oatmeal. How’d you sleep?”
“Like the dead. I didn’t want to get out of bed, but your cooking lured me in. You?” I stretch again, lifting my arms above my head.
