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The Tilted Kilt Chapter 13
It was seven o’clock. Eric would be there soon.
She was ready. Tonight was the night. It was the night she was going to give herself to him. It was such a strange word. Ready. It meant so much: intimacy, trust, happiness, and above all, giving in to lust.
Her hands shook as she pulled the crimson dress out of her closet. It seemed like she had known him for months, probably because they had been through so much together. It was hard to believe it was only a week and a half ago that her life changed. She was alive now. There was no turning back.
The silky material of the dress brushed against her skin as she tugged it over her head. It took a minute to get the neckline in place, and when she was done, her breasts spilled over the edge, which is just what she wanted.
Gran was gone visiting with a friend, but before she left, she blushed and asked Sookie to tell Eric hello for her. The Stackhouse women were smitten.
Sookie paced the length of the hall. The seconds on the clock ticked with each footfall, and then gravel crunched outside. She stopped and pressed her hand against the door. Eric was on the other side. Her mouth went dry and her heart raced.
“Sookie?” The thick wooden door muffled his voice.
She swallowed and put her hand on the doorknob. The latch clicked and the door swung open.
“Hi.” A smile spread across her face as his fangs descended. Only a sliver of blue rimmed his enormous pupils as he took in the sight of her. “Do you always wear your kilt when you go on dates?”
“Only for you.” His voice was barely a whisper. “Do you always look so beautiful when you go on dates?”
“Only for you,” she echoed, bringing a smile to his lips. “Please come in. I just need to get my shoes on.”
The light from the porch gave him an angelic glow as he came inside. She stepped into her shoes, but no matter how much she wiggled her toes, they wouldn’t go on all the way. Her hair nearly touched the ground as she bent over to ease her feet into the tight leather. She peeked through the curtain of her blonde waves to look at Eric. His eyes were nearly black and were focused on her ass. His kilt was tented right next to his sporran, which made her giggle as she recalled their last date.
With a swift upward movement, Sookie was upright. She teetered on the heels and smiled when Eric held her naked shoulders. “Thank you.”
Instead of responding, his mouth crushed against hers. His impatient tongue licked and nudged until it was nestled inside her mouth.
Sookie leaned back against the wall, pulling him with her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and moaned when his body pressed against her, cool and hard. Their tongues dueled at a frenzied pace until Sookie deliberately stroked his fangs. He really seemed to like that. She opened her eyes and watched his face transform as she caressed one and then the other. She sucked his bottom lip into her mouth and released it with a pop as she pulled away. Her panting breath filled the silent hall, breathing life into the house. “Shall we?”
Eric cleared his throat and took a step away from her. “Of course.” Ever the gentleman, he followed her lead. He had no idea she had changed her mind. He had no idea his wait was almost over.
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“Where are we going this time?” Sookie scanned the sides of the road.
“It’s a surprise.” Eric’s face lit up. He pulled his hand out of hers as he downshifted and turned down a residential neighborhood.
“Wait a minute, is this your neighborhood?”
A smile tugged at his lips. “Shh, it’s a surprise.”
The engine hummed just before it stopped, and then Eric was at her side, escorting her toward the front door. Soft light flickered through the window.
“Close your eyes.” He touched her eyelids and then his hand pressed against the small of her back, sending chills through her body. The door clicked and they were moving. She inhaled, filling her nose with the delicious aroma of food. “Okay, you can open them.”
She gasped. “You cooked?”
Eric let out a burst of laughter. “No, I hired a chef.” He pulled out a chair at the table. “Please. Sit and eat.”
The table was host to an array of metal dishes. They were covered; some with tiny flames under them to keep them warm, others obviously chilled and glistening with condensation. “Where do I start?”
“Here.” Eric pointed to the chilled dish, containing a salad. “And then these.” One after another, he lifted the domed lids, revealing the contents of each. He sat across from her, watching and waiting.
The portions were perfect and the food was delicious, and by the time Sookie opened the final dish she was contentedly full. An oval dish containing crème brûlée waited for her. She picked up a spoon and cracked the caramelized surface. Her first bite was creamy with a few shards of golden sugar. She closed her eyes and moaned. “It’s too bad you can’t eat this. It is so delicious.” She opened her eyes only to find his spot at the table vacant. She frowned and cocked her head when she saw him standing several feet away in the kitchen, where the counter hid his body. He was clutching a bottle of synthetic blood. “Are you okay?”
“Yes. Just hungry, all of a sudden.” A tiny smile played at the corners of his mouth.
When she was done, he offered her a glass of wine. He poured the rest of his blood into a matching wine glass and beckoned her to join him on the couch.
She kicked her shoes off and sat next to him. Her nerves got the better of her, so she filled the silence between them with chatter: work, life, friends, and family. Everything she could think of. Eric listened and added to the conversation, occasionally interrupting her to touch a strand of hair next to her face or gently graze her shoulder.
During a pause, Eric interjected, “We can go out, if you would like. Shreveport is more alive at night than it is during the day, or so I’ve heard.”
Sookie sighed and squeezed her eyes shut. “I don’t want to go anywhere. I like this. I like being with you.”
“Good. I don’t want to go anywhere either.” Eric turned slightly, facing her. He took her hand in his. Concern creased his smooth forehead. “You’re shaking.”
“I’m nervous. In case you didn’t notice, what with my constant rambling and all.” She laughed. “Thank you for dinner, it was amazing. You’re amazing.”
He brought her fingertips to his lips and kissed them.
“I just wanted to thank you before I forgot. No one has ever been so good to me. I’ve never met anyone like you. I…”
“Shh.” He touched her lips with his other hand, effectively quieting her.
Their bodies moved in unison and their mouths met in the middle. The kiss left her panting. The tightness in her muscles disappeared, leaving desire in its wake. It consumed her, overpowering everything else.
“I want you.” Those three magic words seemed to release the animal inside Eric.
He growled, but his touch was soft. “No more waiting?” Hope lit up his eyes.
“I’m ready.” She was breathless and exhilarated, but just before he kissed her again, her stomach knotted again. “But…”
“But what?” He was frozen, inches away from her face. His own features unreadable.
“I don’t…I’m not…” Sookie sighed. “I’ve never done this before.”
Eric’s face brightened. “That’s nothing to worry about. I won’t hurt you.”
Her shoulders relaxed. “Thank you.”
He closed the gap between them and waited for her mouth to open to his. As their lips and tongues moved, Sookie scooted onto his lap, keeping her knees together so her legs hung over the side of the couch. She gasped as his hard length rubbed against her swollen sex. She writhed and gulped for air as Eric’s wet lips left a trail of kisses along her jaw and down her neck. He paused on the pulsing flesh pounding with each beat of her heart.
“Hold onto me,” he commanded before heading downstairs with her in his arms. He flipped on the lamp on the nightstand and then placed Sookie on the floor against the edge of his bed. “You are so beautiful.”
His compliment warmed her through and through. The distance between their bodies filled her with despair. She needed him. As if he could read her mind, he wrapped his arms around her.
She wedged her hands between them and started to unbutton his shirt, pausing to dismantle the piece of fabric draped over his shoulder. It fell to the floor, pooling around their feet. Eric’s hands fell limp to his sides and his eyelids were heavy as he watched her. With each button’s release came a glimpse of his perfect chest, which was level with her eyes. Sookie sighed as she pushed the shirt off his shoulders. Each chiseled muscle jumped when her fingers explored the broad plane of exposed skin. His nipples hardened against her palms. Her lips brushed against one and then the other, drawing a moan out of his mouth. His moan morphed into a growl when her fingers dipped inside the waistband of his kilt. The fine woolen material shifted between their bodies. Pink infused her cheeks as she realized why his kilt was moving. In a bold move, she started unwrapping the material and frowned when Eric stopped her.
“You need to catch up.” He raised an eyebrow and nodded at her dress.
She braced herself on the edge of the bed while he moved her zipper down. The cool air caressed her skin moments before his fingers did the same. The spaghetti straps of her dress flopped down her arms as the dress lost its hold on her body. She clutched it against her breasts and bit her bottom lip.
Eric’s hands fell on top of hers as gently and reassuringly as his voice. “It’s okay.”
The silky fabric slipped through her fingers, falling in a single sheet on the floor around her feet.
Eric inhaled sharply, pulling air through his clenched teeth. “Beautiful.”
“Now you.” Sookie was staring at his tented kilt, and this time, when she tried to unwrap it, he didn’t stop her. “Oh my god.” She could barely form the words as the material fell away, revealing his massive hard dick. How was that going to fit inside her? Before she could think about it again, his hands started moving.
The clasp on her strapless bra snapped open, and his hands were ready to hold her hot flesh. He fell to his knees and moved his mouth to her nipple, carefully scraping her skin with his fangs before sucking. Her moans filled the room, encouraging him to repeat the movement on the other nipple. Sookie dug her fingers into his hair when he flicked his tongue.
He gripped her hips possessively and then his fingertips played with the top of her panties. Inch by inch, he slid the crimson material over her hips and down her legs. They disappeared on the floor with her dress and bra.
Eric’s long fingers walked up the inside of her legs, sapping their strength. Sookie’s body wavered and Eric steadied it with a hand on her hip. His lips wrapped around her nipple as the soft pad of his middle finger traced her slit.
“So hot. So wet,” he mumbled against her skin. “Open your legs for me.” Eric smiled. “Good. Now relax.”
As she exhaled, Sookie let go of some of the tension she was holding and gave herself to him.
The tip of his finger pushed between her hidden lips. “So tight. Relax. You’re safe with me.” His palm pressed against her clit, lighting her nerves on fire.
Another exhalation and everything else went with it: inhibition, anxiety, and fear. Her eyes crossed as his finger moved slow and steady in and out of her. He was still cradling her hip guiding her to meet his thrusts. Her body melted in his hands.
Her first orgasm took her by surprise, making her body shake. Her scream got caught in her throat, coming out in strangled fragments. Her head swam and it was only when she opened her eyes did she realize she was on his bed. Eric was kneeling between her legs, his cock jutting skyward. He was moaning and sucking on his finger.
Her body tensed. He was big. Really big. Fear took over again.
“It’s okay.” Eric lifted her leg, trailing kisses along the inside of her calf, knee and thigh. He blew against her heated skin, and then his mouth moved in circles, lapping, nipping, and sucking on her clit. He moaned every time his tongue darted inside her. “Cum for me. I want to taste you again.” He moved in a blur of speed, bringing her to the brink of release.
“Oooooo.” Her whole body contracted. Her head dug into the pillows as her body arched against his mouth. His tongue lapped at her slit over and over again, drawing out the euphoria. “Oh my.”
His lips were shiny and swollen. He caressed her sex one more time and then stroked his cock. His body shuddered each time his fingers enclosed the head.
“Eric. I need you.”
“I need you too.” His hand stilled and he got a little closer.
“Please?” Sookie whined. A week and a half of unfulfilling dreams and a taste of the pleasure to come made her squirm on the bed.
Eric hovered over her, bracing himself and guiding his cock against her opening. “This is going to hurt unless you relax, and I promised not to hurt you. I can’t stop now.” His voice was filled with regret.
Sookie wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his face down to hers. She kissed his lips, tasting herself. “I don’t want you to stop.” She lifted her hips, forcing the head of his dick inside. “Holy shit.” Breathe. Breathe. Each breath granted him a little more access, and after a long exhale he was all the way in. No pain. Only pleasure. “So good. Oh my god, so good.” Eric’s jaw was clenched and his eyes were squeezed shut. “Are you okay?”
His eyes snapped open and she was face to face with a primal animal. He nodded but said nothing. He pulled almost all the way out with the same patience, but as he was thrusting back into her, his hips jerked, crushing her clit. Sookie screamed as another orgasm erupted out of her. She clenched his body with every muscle she had.
Eric’s body curled away from hers and a low, guttural growl boomed through his chest as his hips spasmed in time with each pulse inside Sookie’s body.
“Did you just…?”
Eric’s head jerked as he nodded.
Sookie smiled. Her first sexual encounter far exceeded her expectations, and hoped the next time would be just as good. “That was amazing. Thank you.”
“That was just the beginning.”
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