Charlaine Harris owns almost everything. I own the rest.
Thank you kg1586 for your help and inspiration with the sweet lemons. You saved me from days of writer’s block, and for that, I thank you!
Thank you Icelander, as always for your lovely help with the Icelandic translations!
SeriousCrush, what can I even say? You are the perfect editor, complimenting and correcting at the same time. I don’t know how you do it, but you have my undying love for it. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
I woke up just after 5:30 pm. I turned on the TV, desperate to find out if there was anything on the Johnson v. Schwarzenegger case. The TV was still on channel 5, and the NBC Nightly News with Brian Williams had just come on. He mentioned a tease of the case and the Supreme Court decision, but went to a story about the war in Afghanistan first. I despise watching the news, it’s filled with the most depressing stories, and they always make you wait around before they tell you about the story you’re actually interested in. I decided to freshen up, keeping the door to the bathroom open and my ear on the voice coming from the television. I pulled my hair up and washed my face, brushed my teeth, and finally felt ready for our night of travel. I laid out my clothes for the night; the dark crimson turtleneck and black trousers Ella picked out for me would be very beautiful together, and also warm and comfortable for our travel. I was just pulling the turtleneck over my head when Brian Williams changed gears from the story about a politician’s sex trial, to the Supreme Court. “Amanda Johnson, and her fiancé will be celebrating tonight as the Supreme Court of the United States has just made an official decision to federally legalize vampire/human marriage.” I stood staring at the screen, my mouth open, heart racing, and breathing erratic. “The Supreme Court has mentioned to inside sources that they will be reviewing the Defense of Marriage Act, taking into consideration whether this Act is constitutional.” I couldn’t believe it. Tears streaked my face and I stood silently crying, as I watched this man give me the most wonderful news.
Eric’s arms wrapped around my waist, and he hugged my body against his. I hadn’t heard him wake up, and gasped at the initial contact. I switched the TV off. His voice was soft, “Sookie, would you do me the honor of being my wife?” He opened his right hand that held a small black box, offering it to me. I held his hand in mine and turned to face him. “Oh Eric….” I said, tears still streaming down my cheeks, “I would love to!” He cracked the box open and revealed a platinum band. The ring he had given me in Iceland was like an engagement ring; this was a wedding band, one that matched his perfectly. “How did you find one that matches yours?” I asked, pulling the band out of the box. “I had it made, of course,” he answered as if I had just asked him what color the sky was. He slid the ring onto my finger and smiled happily.
“Only you would propose to me naked,” I said, starring down at his body. I wiped my cheeks, laughed and hugged him. “I was hoping you would join me,” he said, tugging on the back of my shirt. I pulled away from him and put my hands on my hips. Feigning irritation I huffed and said, “But that means I’ll have to get dressed….again!” I smiled and he said, “I’ll make it worth your while……”
Eric lifted my shirt slowly off my body, tugging it over my head and tossing it onto the velvet chair next to the armoire the television was in. He reached up and unclipped my hair, which was still in a loose bun. My hair fell against my shoulders, brushing softly against my skin. He planted tender kisses along my collarbone, pushing the straps of my bra down to thoroughly cover my skin with his lips. As the material of the straps slid down my arms I got goose bumps and shivered at the tickling sensation. Eric’s mouth followed the trail of goose bumps down my stomach and around the waist of my trousers. He kneeled in front of me and deftly flipped the clasp open and unzipped my pants. He buried his face in the small opening, inhaling deeply. He planted a single kiss on the patch of silky material his lips could reach, and then pulled my pants down my legs slowly, clearly enjoying the view of my nearly naked body. His eyes were needy, and full of love and tenderness.
Eric stood up and offered his hand to me, leading me to the bed. I stepped out of the pile of fabric around my feet and took his hand. We walked the short distance to the bed and I marveled at his restraint, as we stood by the end of the bed, kissing slowly and comfortably. The taste of his mouth stirred a hunger inside of me, and I had a difficult time reining it in, attempting to match his pace. I licked his lip and sucked it into my mouth before I nibbled it. His eyes snapped open and he groaned, and then pulled away from me, unwilling to let his inner beast out so soon. He tilted his head and trailed kisses along my neck and shoulder, and then unhooked my bra. I dangled my arms down and let my bra slide down. Just as it reached my fingertips, Eric grabbed it and flung it over to the chair to join my shirt. He went down on one knee, and began kissing my breasts, slowly circling around the rounded tops and sides, cupping the soft full flesh in his hands, holding me in place while I arched and twisted, trying to guide him to my nipples. He took his time and didn’t miss a single spot of skin, only when I was mewling with need, he finally sucked my nipple into his mouth. He licked as he sucked, making my body twitch and feel completely edible. He shifted to the other nipple, leaving the first in a shiny hard pink peak, sucking and licking in the same delicious way. He pushed my breasts together and licked up the deep cleavage while massaging my achingly hard nipples with his thumbs. I was beginning to feel light headed and grabbed onto his shoulders to steady myself. He looked up into my face and smirked, knowing the effect he had on me.
Eric gently guided my body until I was sitting on the edge of the bed, my feet touching the floor. He pushed my legs apart and wedged himself between my knees. He leaned forward and kissed me while his fingers continued to roll across my nipples. I moaned into his mouth as he tugged on my sensitive nipples. I arched my back, crushing my breasts into his hands, begging for more contact. He slipped his hands to the small of my back and pulled me to him, scooting me closer to the edge of the bed. My breasts made contact with his body and I cried out as my hard nipples grazed against his cool marble chest. I slithered my body against him, my breasts painting his chest with sporadic hot strokes. Eric’s eyes closed as my heat and scent enveloped him. His fingers began to massage tiny circles into the globes of my ass, tickling and relaxing me simultaneously. I captured his lips in another hot kiss, giggling as his fingers found a particularly ticklish spot.
My panties were all that remained of my wardrobe, and I was hoping that they would join the piles of clothes that now decorated our room. As if Eric could read my mind, his fingers worked their way around the waistband and began pushing them down. My breath hitched in my throat in anticipation, as his cool fingers played against my exposed skin. I decided to lie back, and lift my hips, giving him the access he needed to remove them completely. He stopped when my panties were just at the top of my thighs. He lifted my right leg up and over his head, putting my legs together so he could slide my panties off. They flew through the air and landed near the door. Eric planted kisses along the outside of my leg, all the way up to my hip. His exploration continued as he kissed his way along the front of my hips, just above my damp curls. I moaned again, but my pleas went unheard as he continued to the other leg, kissing his way down the outside of the other leg, moving my legs held together, hiding my sex. His hands started at my ankles and skimmed up the inside of my calves, pushing my knees apart. My thighs became particularly interesting to his mouth and hands, massaging and licking the muscles that contracted with each movement he made. He pushed his hands up until his thumbs grazed against my hot pussy. I bucked on the bed, making my breasts jiggle and one of his thumbs to dip inside me. “Oh yes,” I breathed, wanting more. Needing more.
Eric lifted my body slightly and pulled me forward so my ass was hanging off the end of the bed, propping my legs over his shoulders. My hair fanned out around my head, covering the bed with golden waves of silk. I thought my heart would stop when his cold hard tongue pushed against my slit, sweeping up, separating my folds and collecting my clit between his lips. He sucked and flicked with his tongue, sending the first of many intense waves of pleasure straight up my spine. My body jerked and I propped myself up on my elbows to get a better view of what was happening. His fingers massaged around my opening as his lips and tongue worked their magic on my bundle of nerves. He stroked my slit several times, coating his fingers with enough slippery fluid and before I could beg for it, he pushed his long finger deep inside me, curling and rubbing. The orgasm came slow and deep from within me, gaining momentum until my low cries became panting screams. My pussy clenched around his finger again and again, and he continued to pump into me with each contraction. He sat back and watched his finger moving inside me, licking his puffy and shiny lips.
Eric pulled his finger out of me almost all the way, twisting and turning his hand. We locked eyes, and I bit my lip to silence the words that begged to come out. I wanted to let him take his time and love me in every possible way, so I kept my desperation to myself. He smiled at me, obviously enjoying the tortured yet pleasurable look on my face. He pushed his finger in all the way again, this time resting his palm against my clit. He began moving slowly, deliberately brushing his palm against the swollen mound of flesh. I rocked my hips to meet his hand, holding my breath while another orgasm began to build. I gasped for air just as he began vibrating his hand in a blur of movement. It was the perfect amount of pressure on my clit, and as his hand moved, his finger fluttered against my slick walls. I screamed again as the most powerful clitoral orgasm I had ever experienced battled through me, claiming my body as a casualty. Heat flooded my body, and my skin truly felt like one organ, connected by pleasure. My arms could not support my weight and buckled under my collapsing body.
“That was…..uh….wow, that was amazing!” I breathed, still seeing stars behind my eyelids. I opened my eyes to stare at his beautiful face.
“I could spend eternity listening to you cum like that,” he said, longingly.
“Mmmm, eternity….” I said, still a little hazy and disoriented.
Eric planted kisses along my inner thigh, causing me to relax and open my legs wider. He sat up from the reclined position he had been in, resting on his heels, until he was kneeling in front of me. He brushed his fingers against my slippery folds, using my fluids to coat his dick until it was shiny. He pumped his hand up and down his shaft, tightening his grasp, squeezing the head of his cock. He pushed his dick down and aligned it with my pussy, rolling his hips just enough to tease me with the head. My body was still tingling from my earlier collapse as he pushed against my slit. I shuddered against him, urging him on. His cock filled me, one painfully slow inch at a time until he was buried to the hilt inside me. I wrapped my legs around his hips, and grabbed the sheets in giant fistfuls of material. Another low moan escaped my throat as he began thrusting, slowly and methodically. I felt my control slipping away and used every ounce of energy I had to restrain myself and remain focused. Eric was taking his time, making love to me, making me feel every single movement he made in me. I matched his rhythm, swirling my hips and pushing into his ass with my heels with every thrust, reveling in the feel of his hard body against mine, still needing more.
I let my feet fall to floor, tilting my hips down, feeling my body stretch as I arched across the end of the bed. My arms were still stretched out, on either side of my head, holding onto the sheets, holding my body steady. Eric continued his slow assault on my senses, and with the new position of my body, his pelvic bone rubbed against my clit giving me jolts of external pleasure that matched the pleasure building deep at the base of my spine. He lifted one of my legs up onto his shoulder and moved his body closer to mine, thrusting deeper than before. My breathing was ragged, and I felt myself begin the slow climb to the breathtaking pinnacle. Eric planted kisses along my leg, massaging the muscles that tensed against his skin. With his face buried against my leg he whispered, “Cum with me, Lover.” His words were magically delicious on the orgasm building inside me, giving it power and speed to rush to meet his. He clutched at my skin, holding onto my hip and my leg as our bodies jerked against each other, as waves of pleasure and love flowed between us. “Ég elska þig, eiginmaður,” (I love you, husband.) my hoarse voice whispered. “Ég elska þig, eiginkona.” (I love you, wife.)
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