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Aria
Shaken Not Stirred
The way Eric talks to me makes me melt inside. Not only does he consider my feelings and emotions, but he is also a gentleman about it. I am not used to being treated this way by most men. Instead, they are more one-track-minded in trying to get me into bed.
Often, I wish Eric was not Jenna's brother. It would make things so much more straightforward. But on the other hand, I may have never known him without Jenna. Let's face it, in high school the guy did not even know I existed. Jenna was the only reason Eric knew of my existence.
When Eric sat on the couch with a pillow over himself, that also says a lot about his character. Most guys would want to pull it out and flaunt it. Not Eric, he is not that kind of guy.
I must say. However, I am more than curious about what was under that pillow. My thoughts about him are not only emotional but also sexual.
By no means was I about to ask him to show me his erection. That would make me look like a slut.
On several occasions, I have contemplated calling Jenna and spilling the beans. She needs to know how Eric and I feel about each other. Living in a lie and this kind of betrayal is beginning to haunt me. The truth would be so much easier. Or would it?
Work today was a lot like most days, filled with wealthy clients wanting a divorce from their spouse and my boss, their lawyer, trying to mediate down to the last penny.
It wasn't easy to concentrate on the cases today at work with my mind so engulfed with Eric. All the emotions the day brought have made me exhausted.
Rather than stay up late watching some senseless movie, I opt for a hot bath and to crawl into bed. A good night's sleep is just what my body and mind need.
My mattress makes it easy to fall asleep fast and stay asleep for an extended period. When my ex and I split, I splurged and bought myself a hybrid mattress for my twenty-ninth birthday. It is one of the best things I have ever done for myself. Granted, I did not need a king-size bed. But what the heck, why not go big?
After my long hot bath filled with lavender-scented bubbles, I crawl into my bed. Not but a few seconds pass by, and my body begins to fall into a slumber.
While drifting asleep, there is a knock on my door. Go figure, as my body is worn out.
Climbing back out of my bed, I look through the peephole. It is Eric.
Quickly, I fluff my hair and wipe my eyes before opening the door.
"Hey Eric, what is going on? Isn’t it sort of late?" I peep through the crack in my door.
"I had to see you Aria. I can no longer keep myself from you." Eric gently pushes open the door and enters my apartment.
"At this hour?" I question him.
Eric does not respond. He grabs my arms while facing me and eases me over by my dining room table. Before I can say one word, Eric pulls my tank top off of me, exposing my breasts.
He delicately cups one of my breasts into his hand and then begins to caress my nipple with his tongue.
Feeling his saliva gliding around my nipple makes me become aroused quickly.
Eric wraps his fingers around the lace of my panties and slides them off me until they fall to the floor.
He slides one finger inside of my slit, stroking me until I become wet.
As he looks into my eyes he asks, "Do you like that?"
I am in such a state of pleasure, I can barely speak. The only word I can muster from my lips is "Mmmmm hmmmm."
Eric leans in and begins kissing me. Our lips connect, and I can feel how solid and firm his lips are as he caresses mine. Our tongues intertwine as our lips stay connected.
Eric slowly eases me onto my dining table and crawls on top of me.
He then slides his tongue down my neck, across my breasts, and all of the way down my stomach. Sweat is beginning to bead up on both of us as we also pant with exhilaration.
With his hands, Eric forces my legs apart and sweeps his tongue between them. The sensation of his tongue and mouth sucking on me causes me to become so swollen it is nearly painful. The way he skims inside of me makes me want to explode.
