A/N: The moment(s) you've all been waiting for...!
He kissed me again, no less gently than before, when I reached out hesitantly to touch him, my fingertips just grazing his jawline. He pulled back, letting me explore the contours of his body, at first shyly, tentatively, then with more confidence. I hesitated when I reached the hard planes of his stomach, and he rested his hand lightly over mine. "Sookie? Do you want to, or is that too much?"
I blushed, unable to look him in the eye, until he tilted my chin up with his finger. "I, um…"
"You want me to guide you?" he asked softly. I nodded, and dropped my eyes again, but he didn't laugh at my shyness, just eased my hand down his body, under his own, wrapping both our hands around his length. He was clearly much, much bigger than I was used to, but his patience put me more at ease. He gave a low groan as our hands started stroking him, and bent his head to kiss me. I quivered, feeling him under my hand, and his hand over mine; something about it made me feel more alive than I'd ever felt – perhaps the knowledge that a creature as powerful as Eric had given himself into my hands, I don't know. All I know is that the more I stroked him, the more I wanted him inside me.
I hadn't realised my grip was tightening until I whimpered into his mouth pleadingly, and he helped me guide him into position before gently peeling my hand away. "Sorry, did I… was that too tight?" I asked.
He shook his head. "Far from it," he assured me. He looked me in the eyes. "Yes? Or do you want to stop?"
"I don't want to stop," I whispered. The sound that escaped him as he eased inside me was something like a deep, contented purr of pleasure. If I'm honest, I was pretty near purring myself. Soft gasps were all I could manage by way of breathing, and I felt trembly all over. "Oh, sweet Jesus," I gulped against his shoulder.
I shook my head. "No, not a bit." It didn't, but I was stretched and full, and if he'd been even fractionally bigger, it almost certainly would have. "Nothing… has ever… felt quite this good," I managed to whisper.
I could feel him smile against my ear, as he eased my leg over his hip. "Wait till I start moving," he murmured, and twisted his hips gently.
"Ohhh…" I clutched at his shoulders, my eyes widening. If he was going to do that again, I was in for one hell of a night. Or, maybe, heaven would be more appropriate in this instance.
"Feels very good," I answered breathlessly. "Feels very, very, very good."
"As good as in your dream?" he asked archly, pulling out gently almost all the way, then slowly pushing back in again.
"So… much better," I whimpered, my toes curling as he set up a rhythm. "Probably… won't… last long."
He smiled down at me. "Not the first time, maybe."
"Well, I have to exceed my record from your dream, don't I?" he said with a puckish smile. "One down, at least three to go."
The thoughts that assailed me then nearly caused me to faint. "Oh, oh my," I breathed. I'm not sure if it was the 'three' or the 'at least' that got me more. Everything seemed to go a little fuzzy and dark around the edges, and my whole body fluttered. I wound my fingers in his hair, and buried my face in his chest, the coolness of his skin soothing my now-burning cheek. He continued his movements, but stroked my hair a while before easing my head back so I was looking into his eyes again.
Somehow, that was all it took to push me over the edge, and I cried out, arching my body to his and digging my fingers into his shoulders.
"You are even more beautiful in ecstasy," he said softly as I calmed. "I didn't think that could be possible."
I blushed at the compliment, tears pricking my eyes. In some ways, I guess I'd never really believed all the nice things he'd said to me, thinking he was just trying to get me into bed. It meant more than I really wanted to accept to hear him say something so obviously heartfelt after he'd got me there.
He must have realised what effect it had had on me, because he caressed my cheek gently, and smiled. "Ah, no, don't cry, my lover."
I gave a watery smile, and nestled into his arms.
"Are you okay?" he asked, tucking my head under his chin so that I felt cocooned and comforted.
I nodded. "More than okay," I whispered.
"You need to rest a while?" I could feel he was already aroused again, and my lower body seemed to flutter with what I can only describe as a deep, aching hunger in response.
"No," I said, gulping. "Don't need to rest yet."
He chuckled, delighted. "What would you like, then? Some other position? Perhaps you'd like to be on top."
I was a little shy about that (I'd – ah – bounce quite a bit, if you know what I mean, and I felt a bit self-conscious about it), so I shook my head. "Not on top."
"Hmm…" he stroked my hair thoughtfully. "Yes…"
"Something I think you might like," he smiled.
"Like this," he said, helping me onto my stomach, my upper body raised on my forearms. Then he eased himself over me, into me, his arms crossing underneath my bust, hands flat on the bed to support himself, and his lips brushing my neck and shoulder in tiny kisses. "Okay?"
It felt surprisingly intimate, tender and loving. I gulped, and nodded.
"Not crushing you?" he checked.
I shook my head, and shifted my legs to give him better access, whimpering in encouragement as it enabled him to slip deeper inside me. Without realising it, I laid my hands over his; he laced his fingers with mine, and squeezed them lightly as he began moving.
It wasn't long before I was moaning, wondering if I'd be able to hold myself up much longer. When my arms started trembling, he placed his hands – arms still crossed, and fingers still entwined with mine – on my shoulders to help support me; and something about the protectiveness of it made me throw my head back on his shoulder as my whole body jolted. "So close," I whispered.
He nuzzled my ear. "What would make it perfect for you?"
I wasn't sure I could breathe any more. "Bite me?" I stuttered.
He gave a long, low moan, and sank his fangs into my neck slowly, almost sensually; it was enough to overload my senses completely, and I clutched at his fingers, crying out his name, over and over and over again.
I didn't say anything as I calmed down, partly because I didn't think I could formulate anything remotely coherent, but also because I realised there weren't enough superlatives in the world to describe how I felt about what we'd just done. It didn't seem right with me to call it – even think of it – just as sex. The way he'd wrapped his arms around me, supported me, held hands with me as he'd kissed my shoulder and neck, and moved inside me – it had felt very much more like making love than anything else.
"You liked that?" he asked softly.
"'Like' is nowhere near strong enough," I told him, once I'd calmed down enough to speak. "None of the words I can think of do it justice."
He gave a little purr, pleased with himself and with my reaction. "I am glad to hear it," he said, wrapping his arms around me.
Many orgasms (I lost count of how many) and several hours later, he got up regretfully, dressing himself. "I must return to Shreveport, if I am to beat the sun home," he said softly, bending over to kiss me one last time, and caressing my hair lightly. He gave a sudden grin, and reached inside his jacket pocket. "Your book, before I forget." Then, with another breath-stealing kiss, he was gone.
I flipped the book open curiously. Under my reply to his last message –'Perhaps something a little less adventurous, at least to begin with?' – was a response from Eric that made me smile, and hug the book to my chest as if it were the man himself.
'It could only be an adventure with you, Sookie.'
It was an adventure I wanted to go on with him for a long, long time.
A/N: Yes, it's an inconclusive ending, quite deliberately. If the plot bunny comes up trumps, there may be a sequel - Adventures With A Vampire - but I'm not promising. For now, though, we leave them here.