Charlaine Harris owns almost everything. I own the rest.
This chapter is most definitely NSFW. Find a nice secluded spot.
As Sookie watched Eric drive away, she could still feel his body against hers, his hands between her legs, his tongue in her mouth. Her legs trembled. “Gran, I’m going to bed.”
“I like that young man of yours,” she said from the couch in front of the T.V.
Sookie grinned. “Me too.”
She got ready for bed on autopilot, and once she was between her sheets, she let her mind wander back to him. Strong arms, powerful legs, devious smile, wickedly sharp fangs, talented fingers. She closed her eyes and could feel him kissing her again, sucking on her neck, and worshiping her body. She longed for his touch and hated making him stop, but she didn’t want her first time to be in a tree house. She wanted him more than anything, she just hoped he would understand. She sucked a finger into her mouth and then wiggled it inside her panties, just like he had done. She pushed inside and moaned. When she came, his name spilled out of her mouth.
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Her left leg jiggled as she drove to Shreveport. Her stomach clenched when she pulled up to his house. She looked at herself in the mirror. “You can do this. Just tell him what you want.” She blushed at the thought of being so forward, but her insatiable appetite wouldn’t let her back down.
Everything worked out perfectly, too. Beth went home early, the house required less cleaning than normal, and then she had the place to herself.
She walked into the hall and looked at the camera mounted on the ceiling. “I don’t know if you’re watching me, but I’m going to assume you are.” Please be watching. Please be watching. She repeated the wish as she walked into his bedroom. “I wanted to talk to you about last night. Explain myself.” She sighed. “I never thought this moment would come until I met you. You changed everything.” She got onto his bed and undid the top two buttons of her shirt, hoping he could see what she had to offer. His scent made her mind lose control and her body responded, rubbing and rolling around on the sheets that smelled like him, needing more contact. “I can’t stop thinking about you.” She looked right at the camera again. “I want you.”
She gripped his pillow and buried her face in it, inhaling deeply. Her hips moved up and down, the flat surface under her never satisfying her. She needed him. “I want you,” she begged, the pillow muffling her voice.
“Fuck,” Eric whispered from the door.
Startled, Sookie pushed up, looked at him and then the camera. “How did you get here so fast?”
“Say it again. Say it to me.” He stalked across the room, stopping at the foot of the bed. He didn’t attempt to touch her; he just stood there, like a statue.
Sookie got onto her knees and faced him. His hair was wild and tangled and the blue of his eyes were fine rings around his enormous pupils. She put her arms around his neck. “I want you.” As soon as the words left her lips, he kissed her, urgent and frantic.
She pulled away to breathe, panting and smiling.
Without a word, Eric tugged his shirt off, but before she could explore his flawless body, he darted around her and wrapped the camera in his shirt.
“Just in case Pam gets any bright ideas.” He sauntered back toward her. “Where were we? Oh yes, here.” He pulled her body against his and kissed her again. It was sweeter, as if he were forcing himself to slow down.
Sookie spread her fingers out across his back, digging into his perfectly sculpted muscles. She rolled her hips, crushing her clit against the bulge in his pants. She gasped for air.
Eric released his grip of her body and finished unbuttoning her blouse. He dragged a breath over his teeth and then kissed the top of her breasts. Sookie responded by arching her back, giving him greater access. With a flick of his fingers, her bra bounced away from her skin. His mouth descended, cool and wet, lathing one nipple and then the other. She held onto his shoulders for dear life and forced herself to breathe.
His hands traveled south, quickly unfastening the button holding her pants closed. While sucking on her breasts, he eased her zipper down, rubbing his thumb against her clit.
A shock of pleasure went through her, and then he did it again and again, sucking and rubbing until she screamed. She gasped for breath and fell backward onto the bed, her body quivering.
Eric smiled down at her and then peeled her pants off, dropping them onto the ground. He sucked his thumb into his mouth and closed his eyes. “Mm. Sweet.” He gripped her ankles and pulled her toward him until her ass hung off the edge of the bed. He lifted a leg up to his mouth, kissing the inside of her calf, and then her knee, repeating each kiss on the other leg. He bent over to kiss her thighs and then kneeled between her legs. With her knees hooked over his shoulders, he inhaled deeply, a vibration moved through his muscles. He pulled her panties to the side and held them in place, while his face descended.
Sookie held her breath, and then his tongue touched her. Softly at first, sliding up and down her slit. She dug her fingers into his hair, encouraging him. He smiled, scraping her swollen flesh with his fangs, sending a ripple of pleasure and fear through her. His tongue pushed the folds of her sex open and circled her clit. She cried out. He gripped her ass with his free hand and pulled her firmly against his face, his tongue never relenting its attack on her bundle of nerves. A strangled noise escaped her throat and then she locked her thighs around his head and came, her body jerking. He dipped his tongue inside her, tasting her. “Mmmmmore.”
Eric licked his lips and kissed the inside of her thighs. “So sweet.” When he let go of her panties and stood up, the fabric pressed against her engorged folds, making her writhe. He kicked his shoes and socks off and then slowly unbuttoned his jeans.
She watched every movement he made, and then, all at once, he pushed his clothes off. Her mouth fell open as his gracious plenty sprung up from between his legs. Undoubtedly looking like a fish out of water, she closed her mouth and swallowed hard. Before she had time to think about something that big fitting inside her, Eric started tugging her panties off. She scooted up on the bed and lifted her hips to help him, but her breath caught when he climbed onto the bed with her and moved back between her legs.
Reading the worry on her face, Eric whispered. “I’m not going to hurt you.” He stroked her slippery lips and then gripped his cock, moving his hand up and down until his length was shiny. While he touched himself, he caressed her, dipping a finger inside her pussy. He clenched his jaw and squeezed his eyes shut and then watched her face while he pumped in and out of her. He curled his finger and she gasped when he brushed against a sensitive spot inside her. A smile spread across his face and then he did it again, pumping a few times and then rubbing against that magic spot.
Sookie’s entire body curled when she came. She gripped the sheet as if she was floating away and that was the only thing holding her to Earth. Stars burst behind her eyelids and then she came back. Just in time to watch Eric suck on his finger and moan. Her breath came out ragged and raw and her heart thundered inside her chest.
Eric moved closer to her and rubbed the head of his dick against her trembling lips. “Guide me,” he whispered. He took her hand and pressed her fingers against the base of his cock.
Every muscle in her body tensed as she looked between them.
“Relax,” he said, caressing her breasts.
Sookie took a deep breath and nodded. She lifted her hips slightly, taking him in a fraction of an inch. She exhaled and moved again, lifting up onto his shaft, slowly but surely. He stretched her in the most delicious way. Nothing had ever felt so good. The next time she inhaled, she wiggled her hips. Eric held perfectly still, his face full of agony. She touched his chest and frowned. “Are you okay? You look like you’re in pain or something.”
He pressed his lips together and gripped her hips. “Patient. I’m being patient.” The words came out as growls.
Sookie smiled and moved her hips again, that time, his growl echoed through his chest. “Kiss me,” she said, and he did, pressing his body against hers. “I’m ready, but be gentle.” It wasn’t so much a statement as a question. She wasn’t sure he could be gentle.
“Yes,” he said and then he kissed her again while he pulled almost all the way out. He pushed back in with a fluid movement and they both moaned. “Fuck.” After a few slow thrusts, she figured out how to move with him, enhancing her pleasure. As soon as she caught on, he sped up as if he had been waiting for her. She wrapped her legs around him, lifting to meet him. Each union setting her nerves on fire as her clit crushed between their bodies, until finally, she screamed and held onto him. Her orgasm ripped through her, stealing her breath and strength.
Eric grunted and his hips jerked erratically. His entire body went rigid and his cock swelled inside her. Before Sookie came out of her euphoric haze, he started moving again, ready for another round. The room spun, so she closed her eyes and focused on her body. Push. Pull. Soft. Hard. All of it good.
Her skin glistened with sweat, making Eric slip and slide against her. His hands were everywhere all at once, touching, massaging, and squeezing. He worshiped every inch of her as he fucked her. He sucked on her lip and then his mouth moved across her jaw and down her throat.
He nibbled on her skin with his lips and pounded into her, harder and faster. She gripped his ass, urging him on. She couldn’t get enough. She wanted more. She wanted him to have everything. She stretched her neck, offering herself to him and she said, “Bite me.”
He whimpered against her throat and then he opened his mouth wide, scraping her with his fangs. He pierced her skin as she came again. She dug one hand into his hair while the other held onto his muscular ass, still driving into her. He gulped, moaned, and then came again, his roar muffled by her flesh and blood.
Pain and pleasure swirled together inside her, leaving her lightheaded and blissfully detached from the world for a brief moment. When Eric removed his mouth he sucked and licked at the small wounds he’d made, healing them somehow. He kissed the spot he’d bitten and touched her face.
Sookie blinked and smiled at him. “Sorry, I went somewhere else for a minute.”
“Did I hurt you?” Worry creased his perfect forehead.
She smoothed the wrinkle with her thumb. “No. You were very gentle.”
“Your blood is exquisite.”
“Psh,” she said shaking her head, “I bet you say that to all the girls.” In a very sobering moment, she thought of the long list of women he’d probably been with over the centuries of his existence and wondered how she compared. “Was I … okay?” She looked at his chest, afraid of seeing disappointment on his face.
Eric put his forehead against hers, forcing her to look at him. “I’ve never had better.” Even he seemed surprised by the words.
She gave him an incredulous look. “Sure. The telepath house cleaner from Bon Temps, right at the top of the list.”
He got serious. “I am not lying.”
She held his gaze. “That was definitely the most Earth-shattering experience of my life.” She exhaled and smiled. “You really know how to please a woman.”
He shrugged. “It’s not difficult when that woman is you.”
This is where I originally intended to end this story. I’m not sure why 7 chapters is so typical for me. 🙂 Anyway, I got a second wave of inspiration and decided to follow more of Padore’s brainstorming brilliance and write more. I hope it was worth the wait. 🙂 Now, on to Up All Night: Chapter 8