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That Erik is taller than me is something almost foreign. He slides his hand up the column of my neck, his thumb pressing into the sensitive skin until I tip my chin up for him. The angle is better this way and when he growls, the sound vibrates from his chest into mine. I’m on fire, melting inward just from his touch in a few strategic spots. His hand circles my throat and as I open my mouth in a gasp, he uses the opportunity to push his tongue past my lips.
There is no easing into this kiss. The brush of our mouths at the game had been all the build-up we were apparently going to get. Erik devours me like a man starved and I am not complaining, but I want to gorge right back, so I suck on his tongue and swallow his moan. He pins me to the wall behind us, his fingers flexing against my throat, and I relax and let my muscles go loose. Even now he’s gentle with me, his free hand cushioning the back of my head as he licks the inside of my mouth.
Erik pulls back to nip at my lips, and the sting sends a corresponding tug and ache to the warm, wet spot between my thighs. He still hasn’t touched my breasts, hasn’t slipped his hand under the waistband of my leggings. I’m still basically dressed, and he’s only shirtless. I’m already more turned on than I’ve ever been in my entire life.
“Too fast?” He presses the words to my mouth, sipping at my lips and giving me almost no chance to reply. I shake my head. It’s not too fast. It’s not too much. It’s perfect and I’ve never been hotter. “I don’t even have you naked yet, but I need to taste you here,” He says, and cups me through my leggings. I’m so wet I know he can feel it through the fabric.
I drag my hands down the front of his chest and almost feel physical pleasure as he drops his hand to adjust himself in his jeans. I can just make out the head of his cock sticking out over his waistband. I want to taste him.
“Don’t look at me like that or I’ll lose my mind,” he says, his body shaking with the force of his words, and I let my gaze rake him again.
“I can’t help it. You also look edible.” I let the tips of my fingers tease at his erection, and his hips stutter against my touch. Erik bites into the skin of my shoulder and moans.
“Me first,” he says, and grips the sides of my pants to tug them down.
He pushes the stretchy fabric to my knees and I shimmy them the rest of the way down. His hands trail back up the outside of my thighs and we both moan together. I’m already a quivering mess, even before he leans forward, dropping his forehead to my collarbone and licking a hot, wet path along the top of my chest. My knees feel weak.
“I’m going to lie down on that bed and you’re going to climb up my body and sit that sweet pussy on my face. Got it?”
I hesitate.
“I don’t know what you’re expecting here,” I say and blush. Sex positivity is all well and good, and getting my motor going listening to his words is fabulous, but almost two-hundred pounds of woman is still a lot for anyone to take. “I’ll drown you.”
Erik walks backward to the bed and lies down on the comforter. He pushes the pillows to the side so he can be flat near the headboard and then he crooks his finger at me. I’m walking toward him before I realize I’ve moved.
“I’m a big guy, Quinn.” Erik says. He looks like he’d rolled off the pages of a magazine with his pants barely concealing a monster erection and his chest slick with sweat. “I can handle you just fine. And if not? Well, I can’t think of a better way to go than between your thighs. So hop up.”
I’m already on the bed and knee-walking to his prone body. It surprises me how easy it is to straddle his chest. Maybe because, despite my protests, I want to do this. His chest hair tickles the sensitive skin between my legs and I shiver on top of him. The inner faces of my thighs are already slippery with my arousal.
“You’re sure?” I ask again, as he loops his hands around the back of my thighs and pulls me higher up his chest. “I don’t mind against the wall or lying down and letting you be on top for this.”
His mouth is so close that I can feel each of his breaths break over my pussy.
“What if I told you I have some…limitations when it comes to kneeling and putting all of my weight on the length of my leg?” His eyes are solemn as they search mine. The heat banked to a manageable level. “This is the easiest way for me to eat you without spending half my energy trying to balance, but if you aren’t sure, then we can figure something out.”
I’m an insensitive idiot. I’d honestly forgotten about his prosthetic. Had he said where it started? His pants are still on and for all I know, his knees don’t work quite the same way mine do. Despite my complete self-absorption, he is more concerned with my pleasure than anything else. If Erik says he can handle me on top of him, then he can handle me on top of him. I push up onto my knees and let my body move the rest of the way up Erik’s until his mouth is right between my legs.
“Make me come, Erik,” I say and drop my weight, blocking the giant grin I can feel against my core.
He doesn’t respond, simply drags his tongue along my folds and suctions a kiss from my pussy. It’s the same way he kisses my mouth, like I’m the only source of oxygen and he’s drowning without a hit. After the first few passes and deep, wet licks, I tip forward to grab the headboard. By the second time he latches onto my clit and sucks, I scream and rock my hips against his mouth. I’m not even pretending to hold myself up anymore, riding his tongue towards that ever-elusive peak that is barreling down on me with surprising speed.
Erik’s hands have been stroking circles into the inner faces of my thighs, but now one slides to where we are connected and he pushes two fingers deep into my aching center. He pumps them once, twice, sucking the entire time, and my body seizes up like melted chocolate being shoved into the freezer. I splinter into a million pieces all over his face. I come so hard I scream his name. I come so hard I almost black out.
When I regain control, I’m still seated on Erik’s face. He’s gripping my hip to hold me there as he continues to suckle soft kisses against my over-sensitized pussy. He pulls his fingers out of me, and I try not to moan. My own fingers are white-knuckled as I grip the headboard behind him and my thighs shake as though a magnitude seven earthquake just destroyed every single thing I knew about orgasms. I feel him smile against me.
I slide off Erik’s body and slump into a sweaty heap next to him on the bed. I curl around his torso, his chest heaving as he grins up at the hotel room ceiling. His hand finds mine, and he links our fingers. The bulge in his pants looks painful, especially when he drops his free hand to adjust himself.
“We’re not done,” Erik pants into the room. “Promise. Just let me catch my breath and we’ll keep going.”
I press a kiss to his left shoulder. I need a minute, too. Aftershocks are still zinging through my bloodstream and tightening my muscles. Erik presses his mouth to our joined hands and then rests them on the warmth of his chest.
“That looks like it hurts,” I say, staring down the erection tenting his pants.
“Are you offering to kiss it better?”
I feel the words more than I hear them, and he’s joking around, but there’s a thread of desperation there. It makes my mouth water.
I slide down his body, my fingers playing with the button on his jeans. I unsnap it one-handed and tug the jeans down over his hip bones until they sit snug along his thighs, offering his balls and his cock up like a gift encased in dark cotton briefs. I trace my finger down the bulge and grin when the flesh jumps under my touch.
