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I looked up to see Erik standing at the edge of the porch, all tall and broad shouldered in denim and plaid flannel like he'd been painted into the scenery. The dog sniffed my feet and the truck, I gave her a pat on the head and when she had decided that I wasn't there just for her she bounded off toward the lake.
Erik had come out to gravel drive and now he was standing in front of me, looking down at me with those warm brown eyes, his expression a deep and worrisome question that only I knew the answer to.
"I love you." There was no good place to start my apologies or my explanations, I'd rehearsed my speech all the way here and now, as I looked into those pleading eyes, they were the only words that my lips could form. "I love you!" This time it came out with more conviction as I moved closer to where he stood. A new light flickered in those chocolate eyes as the corners of his lips twitched in the beginning of a grin, I threw myself against him, "I love you," this time little more than a murmur against the stubble of his beard as our faces turned toward each other, "I love you," one last whisper as his mouth found mine and I found myself lost in the scent and strength and passion that was the man I loved.
His arms circled my waist and I felt the ground fall out from under my feet as he lifted me up, carrying me toward the house. He left the front door open as we continued to kiss our way inside. I barely noticed the interior around me as we moved into a large room where one entire wall made up a huge stone fireplace and floor to ceiling windows framed the lake and mountains outside. We broke our kisses only long enough to giggle and repeatedly say "I love you" before beginning another long kiss or showering smaller kisses over each other's faces, necks, hair, hands.
Erik set me down near when we reached the fireplace, already blazing in preparation for the cold of the lengthening nights. "I couldn't stay there, Kelse." He began his explanation as he held my face between his palms, "I thought you would regret what we did. I knew it would kill me if you didn't want to be with me, if you pretended it didn't happen. I loved you so much, I couldn't stay."
He kissed me again before I could reply, "I thought you left because you regretted it! I thought you didn't feel the same way I did about you."
All further explanations and apologies would have to wait, his mouth silenced me as his hands began running up from my waist over my breasts until he was pushing my jacket off my shoulders and fumbling with the buttons on my blouse.
His flannel shirt was secured with snaps, I pulled on one and they all came apart in a series of satisfying popping sounds leaving only a cotton t-shirt between my desperate hands and the hardness of his chest. He shrugged out of the constricting garments as I pushed them over his shoulders, revealing the perfectly sculpted pecs I'd been admiring under his clothes during the weeks he'd been back in my life. My hands ran over the muscles feeling the smoothness of his skin, the hardness of his nipples and down the trail of dark hair that led through the center of his tight abs until I was tugging at the fly of his jeans.
He was kissing my neck, trailing down over my collar bones toward my breasts. One hand reaching up to pull away my bra while the other hand was planted firmly at the small of my back as though he meant to ensure I wouldn't step away. As if I would have been able to. My skin was on fire every place he touched me, my only thought was how right it felt to be here with him with his hands on me, relishing every inch of my flesh that they touched.
We burst out laughing as our enthusiasm landed us on the floor, grappling for the upper hand as we stretched out on the soft rug in front of the fire. I had landed on top and I took advantage of the position to admire his handsome face and strong body beneath me. I straddled him and knelt to kiss his chest, down to the waistband of the boxer briefs that had been revealed once I'd removed the denim barrier of his jeans.
His cock was ready for me, thick and long with the silky head poking up above the elastic of the briefs. I felt his stomach tighten as I pulled the fabric down and touched him tenderly before taking the head into my mouth and pulling it into all the way into my mouth.
I heard him gasp. His hand tangled into my hair as he arched his back to push himself farther into my throat. I savored the texture of his skin, the salty taste of precum as it pooled at the tip of his cock. I ran my hands over those solid six-pack abs, along the edges of his hip bones and down along the powerful thickness of his thighs as I sucked and licked.
With a sudden move he forced my mouth free of him as he lifted us both up and rolled so that he had me pinned under him. He grinned down at my expression of disappointment and shook his head, "Oh no you don't!" He mockingly admonished, "My turn." With that his head dipped down to suckle each of my breasts, alternately catching each nipple and holding it between his teeth while his tongue flicked over the sensitive tip of each bud until they were harder than I'd ever felt them.
His hands caressed and kneaded the mounds of supple flesh with his strong fingers until I was moaning and clawing at the back of his shoulders, begging him to take me.
I felt his lips smile against my flesh as his mouth moved further down over the soft swell of my belly where he hovered for a moment to swirl his tongue along the edge of my navel before traveling farther, tugging at the fabric of my pants that protested against his advance.
I lie there, naked beneath him, fully exposed to him as his tongue dipped into the lips of my labia and began slowly lapping at the slick flesh before locking a tender grasp onto the sensitive nub and gently flicking it with his tongue.
Added to the sensation of his fingers as they explored the wetness of my lust for him, I felt myself beginning that dizzying climb toward orgasm. I had my fingers in his hair, I lifted my hips off the floor and pushed against his face, my voice rasping as I pleaded with him to stop, begging for the feeling of his hard cock inside me.
All my requests went unanswered, he continued his sweet torture until I was spinning out of control, calling his name as I felt myself clenching around his fingers before losing track of space and time and anything outside of Erik.
Only when I had stopped crying out did he move back up to face me. He gave me another long, deep look as he kissed me deeply again. I tasted myself on his tongue, I felt his hips against mine, his chest against the softness of my breasts. Once again I felt my body wake to the need to have him inside me but this time I met no resistance. His thick head pushed forward, slipping into my wetness so much more easily than the last time we'd done this.
Even so, his cock was hard and thick and forced me to open wider than I was accustomed to. My breath caught in my throat at the feel of him filling me up from inside, pushing against the limits of my walls as he pushed deeper into me.
When he had gone as deep as he could, he held himself perfectly still inside me while he looked at me again, "You are beautiful, Kelse." He whispered in a voice thick with lust, "don't ever let any one tell you otherwise." He grinned and the reference to that night so long ago wasn't lost on me.
