What are the odds that when I go to do review replies the effin site isn't working? That's a bunch of boo. I would say I'm sorry for leaving you guys like that, but to make up for it I'm giving you 3 lemons – well P-in-V scenes… Cause I'm sweet like that.
"Mmm, fuck me, baby girl," yes sir!
I put my arms over his shoulders and rest my hands on the headboard, then start to sink down over his cock, pausing every few seconds to give myself time to adjust. He's huge, I've been with a few guys, but nothing like this, no one has ever filled me this completely and I feel the need to tell him for some unknown reason. It's like the amazingness of his cock makes me lose all sense of self-control.
"Fuck, you feel so fucking good," I whine, dropping my head back as I start to move up and down on him. He has me so worked up, so wet that I'm now able to move with ease. "Do you feel what you do to me?" I ask, lifting my head to look in his eyes. He's been the chatty one until now, which is weird considering I talk so much.
His hands are on my hips, guiding me over his cock and his eyes have traveled to my bouncing tits. A shiver runs through me when he licks his lips, I know what he wants and now is not the time to be selfish. I move my hands so I'm cupping my breasts, pinching and tugging my nipples as I ride him. "Bring them here," he growls, and I lean in to allow him to take one of my hardened buds between his lips.
"Ah... yes..." I cry when he starts to bite a little. I don't know what it is about this man and the biting, but he knows exactly how to make it feel good.
"Come here." One of his hands comes up to cup the back of my head and he pulls my face to his, our foreheads resting together. His hot breath fanning over my face as he pants is such a huge turn on. "Jesus, your fucking pussy feels so fucking good, Sookie."
I roll my hips a little, making him gasp before kissing me. I get so lost in his taste, that I don't realize he's clutching my hips and I'm unable to move. One of his hands slithers down over my ass, where his fingers start to rub my lips that are currently stretched wide around his shaft. I've never, ever, had someone stimulate me as much as he does. I start to grind down on him so my clit rubs over his bare pubic bone – yes, he shaves… a first for me and I'm loving it!
My chest is pressed against him, our lips are barely brushing every few seconds and the fiery passion between us almost overwhelms me. "What are you doing to me?" I ask, barely above a whisper.
"Nothing you haven't already done to me," he gives me a little half smile, then buries his face in my neck where he begins to bite and suck, marking me I'm sure. I really don't care, I'm one hundred percent his at this point.
"I'm not going to last much longer. I need you to cum for me, lover," I can feel his body already tensing every now and then. I reach between our bodies and use two fingers to rub my clit while I start moving up and down on him again. He has both hands on my ass now; helping me grind down each time he's completely buried inside of me.
I have one arm wrapped around his neck; I throw my head back and the orgasm that races through my body make my back arch, pressing my breasts harder into his chest. "Good girl, keep cumming for me, baby girl."
Of course I do, when I feel him swell inside of me I have a massive after shock, squeezing and milking his cock when he releases. I can feel each hot, thick shot of his cum as he pulses inside of me. "Is it bad that I already want more?" I laugh, resting my head on his shoulder.
"Hell no," I can feel his lips curve into a slow, content smile against my skin ― it feels really good. "If you're good you can have round two in the shower."
"Mmm, I have been extra good lately," I pull back and the playful look in his eyes makes my tummy tingle and my heart skip a beat. I've never had something like this with someone and it blows my mind a little ― in the best possible way. That thought sobers me a little. "You're not leaving this time?"
"Mmm, I couldn't if I wanted to," he gives me a tender kiss, stroking my hair out of my face. "I wasn't joking before. Baby, you've done something to me ― something amazing and terrifying."
I'm honestly surprised I'm not crying with how sweet he is, how I can feel every word. I hate the fucking hormones and orgasm euphoria going on inside of me right now. It's taking everything not to tell him I love him, seeing as I don't actually think I do; my brain is just muddled at the moment. Ugh, I hate being a girl sometimes!
"Let us shower then, I'll show you just how good I can be," I say, trying to keep myself from saying something I don't mean and scaring him away.
We both groan when I lift off of him. I crawl to the edge of the bed, getting bit on my butt just before I climb off. His playfulness excites me, the fun and easy feeling he brings out is extremely relaxing. I also enjoy how physical he his, his hands are somewhere on my body the entire time I'm getting towels and turning on the water. So much so, I have to smack his hands away from my breasts more than once so I can get the shower going and we can clean up before bed.
Once we're under the warm, soothing spray of the shower he wraps me in his arms, my head on his chest and his lips brush my forehead every now and then as we relax. He provides a comfort I'm not used to, this comfort that makes me feel like I'm coming home every time he touches me. "Honey," I mumble against his chest.
I look up, my eyes land directly on his lips and reach my hand up to pull his face to mine as I stand on my toes, meeting him half way. "Will you let me be your good girl?" I ask, grazing his lips with my tongue, my fingers dancing down his chest to his cock. I wrap my fingers around his shaft and begin to stroke. The resulting growl is all the confirmation I need.
I kneel down in front of him and take him into my mouth immediately, he's still mostly soft and I love the fact that I can easily fit all of him in my mouth. I swallow as much as I can, allowing me to flick my tongue out over his balls. I do an internal happy dance when his hands twine in my hair and he lets out a strangled cry. "Holy shit," he chokes out and starts to pump in and out of my mouth.
He feels so smooth sliding past my lips; I close my eyes and simply enjoy the feeling of him fucking my mouth. He's going slow, allowing me to relax so he can slide down my throat over and over. "Fuck, baby girl, your lips look so pretty stretched around my cock... you are being so good for me."
God, I could listen to him praise me, soothe me, all day. His voice is so deep, and rough right now that it sends shivers throughout my body. He tells me to touch myself; he wants me close to cumming when he takes me against the wall so I do. I stroke my swollen pussy, readying myself for him, even though I'm still pretty wet and have his cum inside of me from our earlier escapades. Either way, my fingers feel good caressing and probing my sex.
He pulls me up and turns me around, telling me to place my hands on the wall. He grabs my hips, and pulls my ass toward him, running his tip through my folds from ass to clit, providing insanely good friction before driving into me, hard and deep. He pounds into me over and over, in and out. The sound and feel of his hips slamming into my ass, and the slick sounds of the water drive me closer and closer to release. He's good to me though, his hand slides under me and he plucks my clit, alternating between rubbing and tugging a little. Within seconds he has me cumming so hard my whole body tenses, two more thrusts and he follows right behind me.
We spend a few minutes gaining our composure, then wash up before drying off and going to my room. We lie in the center of the bed, my head on his chest and drift off without another word.
I wake up to a sight that literally takes my breath away. Sookie ― bending over next to the bed ― naked, so I'm able to see it all. Her ass, her pussy, all of it. Fucking gorgeous and seeing ass I have a serious case of morning wood I start to plot. She hasn't realized I'm awake and I'm going to use that to my advantage, wait... why is she going through my pants pockets?
I silently roll to the edge of the bed and as soon as she's within reaching distance I grab her hips and pull her back to the bed. The scream she lets out is enough to make my ears ring, but it's fucking hilarious. "What are you doing?" I laugh, trying to avoid getting smacked for scaring her.
"You almost gave me a heart attack, Mister! You can't sneak up on a girl like that!" Oh, she's still not laughing, but that doesn't stop me from rolling her over and tickling her. Yes, I didn't know if it would work but she seems to be extremely ticklish if her thrashing and pleas for me to stop are any indication. I have her on her stomach, her arms pinned above her head with one of my hands and I'm hovering over her, giving her ribs and hips a tickling she won't soon forget. My morning wood is only getting worse and poking her backside.
"You didn't answer me, what were you doing?" I ask, nipping her earlobe.
"Oh me? Nothing, nothing at all. Why do you ask?" She tries to play dumb, earning more tickles, only this time I'm getting her inner thigh.
"You're lying to me; you know what I do to girls that lie to me don't you?" She shakes her head no while trying to wiggle out of my grasp. She stops cold, letting out a soft whimper when my hand connects with her ass. "Tell me, Sookie. What were you doing going through my pockets?"
When she doesn't answer this time, I move my knees between her thighs so she has to spread her legs, giving me access to her center. I still have her hands pinned up and I run my other hand from her ass, down between her legs and I stroke over her clit making her moan softly. I rub a few times then pull my fingers back and start tapping her; she's getting wetter by the second. "You going to tell me now?"
"Mmm, no..." I stop, cupping her mound but not moving ― depriving her of any friction.
"Really?" I tap one more time.
"Are you just going to torture yourself all morning? I'm not telling you, you've gotten me all worked up and not giving me the goods!" I laugh at her getting flustered over this, but I'm not going to give her any satisfaction and eventually she'll blurt it out.
She tries again to wiggle away; I don't know why she hasn't realized I'm too strong for her to get away from. Her turn in attitude tells me she's not close to the edge anymore so I do what any fun loving torturous man would do – I start teasing her entrance with my fingertips, slipping in an inch or so before pulling out and tapping her clit again.
"Tell me," I growl when she's close again. She shakes her head no, and I stop touching her pussy all together. "Wrong answer, lover."
"I was…" I slide a finger all the way into her and start twisting. "Ahh…"
"Keep going and you'll get more."
"I was looking for―" I add a second finger and start to scissor and pump, stopping her short.
"Don't stop on my account."
"Your wallet," she sighs when I start rubbing my thumb over her rear hole. I have no idea why she would need my wallet; funny thing is I left it in my glove box, but still…
Oh. My. God.
My fingers only stutter a little when I realize why she was looking for my wallet. I'll tell her in a minute, she deserves this right now. I keep going until she's right on the edge, then grab my cock and push into her from behind. I still have her hands pinned above her head, I grab her hip and start moving in and out in a steady rhythm, her ass coming up to meet my hips on every thrust. I rest my weight on her back, slowing my hips.
"Lover," I say, then start to kiss the side of her neck. "Ask me."
"Hmm," her eyes are closed and I know the feeling of me stretching her is getting to be too much.
"Ask me my name."
I stop, waiting for her to open her eyes. When she does I'm stunned by the nervous look, why would she be nervous? Unless it's because once she finds out my name it makes this thing we're doing real. I know it's a hundred and ten percent real for me, the thought that this is just a fantasy for her makes me pull my face back a little to get a good look at her face. She's definitely nervous, and embarrassed, she really doesn't need to be. Our whole situation has been weird. Hell, I only know her name because she was my waitress – oh, and cause I had to fix her car. Otherwise I probably wouldn't know it.
To break the awkward tension between us I start to move again, when we're done we'll talk – priorities and all. I pull out and flip her on her back, only to thrust back into her. My lips find hers and I take away all of her doubts and embarrassment with this kiss. I try to convey every single emotion she brings out in me with this kiss. I keep the thrusts short; I'm buried to the hilt only pulling out an inch or so before grinding down into her, making sure to rub over her clit when I do. Fuck she feels fucking good; her eyes are boring into my soul. She's leaning on her elbows, her knees are bent, feet flat on the bed and she's meeting me thrust for thrust. Fucking perfect, that's exactly what she is. Her walls start to grip me tighter, almost forcing me out with the intensity of her orgasm. I close my eyes and pull all the way out only to slam right back in, hard and deep a few times before I let go.
"Baby, my name is Eric," I whisper. "Eric Northman."
She bursts into tears – oh, hell what did I do. I pull out, lying on the bed next to her and pulling her to me so we're facing each other. I do not like crying women, but I have to make sure this little thing is okay. I hold her face to my chest, stroking her hair. "Shh, why are you crying?" I ask softly into her hair.
"All this and I didn't even know your name," she sobs, I can feel her snot and tears getting all over my chest and to be honest it's a little gross, but I'll suffer this time.
'Sookie, it's okay, we really never had a proper introduction. Hell, I didn't even realize you didn't know it or I would've told you sooner." I go quiet for a moment to allow her to calm down a bit.
She finally looks up at me, eyes glistening and puffy, her eyelashes all stuck together from her tears. Her cheeks are red and lips are turned down in a sexy little pout. She's stunning – absolutely stunning. "Imagine what a great story this will be for our grandbabies," I say, bringing a smile to her face.
"You're crazy." She playfully swats my ass.
"Not till I met you," I give her another kiss then tell her to go shower. I'll be here when she gets back.
I have an idea when I'm cleaning up in her spare bathroom. I'll make her breakfast, I'm a fucking great cook and she could use a good meal after the work out I gave her last night and this morning. I'm halfway through the eggs when I hear a muffled "mother fucker" come from her room followed by her running through the house, stopping with the slap of bare feet on the tile in the kitchen. My back is to her as I tend to the food. "You're here," she breathes.
"Where else would I be? I told you I'm not going anywhere," I turn around to see her standing in nothing but a towel at the entrance to the kitchen. "Go get dressed; breakfast will be done in a few minutes.
Hope you liked it, I know there were all kinds of emotions flying around and I think that's normal, for me it is anyway…Going to have an epilogue I think and they're done, seeing as it was a one shot.
Let me know what you think!