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His chest was heaving up and down and I saw the heat creeping up his neck. I got on my knees and climbed across his lap, lifting my hands to his shoulders as I sat astride him. He looked in love when he put his hands gently on my waist, waiting for my instruction.
“Eric, I thought he was all for me.” My lip trembled and he leaned in to kiss my mouth softly, comforting me.
“He’s clueless, Flora. All these years… I’ve been trying to figure him out. The Jimmy thing makes sense of it all… and his mother.” He swallowed and shook his head. “He has nobody to blame but himself for us getting together. He abandoned you. Lied. His uncle tried to assault and possibly kill you. Did he ever say he was sorry you’d had to defend yourself at such a young age?” I shook my head, sad, because that had occurred to me, too. Caelan had been devastated at the revelations, but he’d never told me he was sorry. “He’s from a bad lot and I think, some of it might have rubbed off on him.”
“What about us, Eric? Did it rub off on us too?”
He peeled the top away from my body and shuddered as he stared at my breasts. The weight of his gaze peaked my nipples and I felt every ounce of my breasts as they tingled, my chest heavy in a way it hadn’t been in months. Maybe years. A true kind of nakedness overcame me, to the point where I could brook him being clothed no longer.
Pulling his t-shirt away, he grabbed and yanked it off, then dragged me into his warmth, strength and heat. Nipping my bottom lip, he said, “I’d commit any atrocity, to get one more night with you, Flora. Does that make me bad? If so, I don’t care.”
I grabbed his head and made him look at me. “Did it rub off on us too, Eric? Tell me seriously.”
His eyes sparkled with longing, with amusement and love but also, unmistakably, peace. “Nobody’s perfect, Flora. But together, maybe two people can come close to being so.” He kissed my jaw and breathed against my chest, making my heart thump harder in response. “Maybe together, people can be better, be dedicated to one another. Nobody else in the mix. Live for one another.”
He was describing everything I’d ever wanted, so why did I still feel like I was a pawn in some game between two dastardly, adroit players?
He raised me up enough to drag my pyjama trousers down and I lifted my knees one at a time so he could remove them altogether. All he had to do was shift the shorts he was wearing down a bit and then I shuffled into place, sinking down onto his shaft. I watched as Eric’s eyes darkened as his eyes roved my body, a purely male satisfaction filling his face with wonder.
“Perfect, Flora,” he whispered, “utterly perfect.”
“Yes,” I murmured, my eyes falling shut as he kissed his way down to my nipple, then licked around my areola.
Eric dug his hands into my backside and rocked me back and forth, my wetness sliding along his shaft smoothly, our bodies fully joined. I threw my hands over my head, bucking back and forth, his hands doing the rest to force me up and down the length of him. With my eyes closed, all I felt was sensation: his hardness buried inside my clenching pussy, his mouth hot over my breasts, his cries as I rode him closer and closer getting louder.
And we weren’t protected. I’d not had him put on a rubber in all the time we’d been fucking, but I had made Caelan wear one a few times since I’d had Logan.
That time, I wasn’t wearing my cap and I wasn’t planning on telling him to come on my body again. I wanted that feeling inside me of electricity and unencumbered passion.
His mouth travelled up my throat, hot and wet, hungry. Our mouths met and I leaned into him, wrapping my arms around his head to let him explore my mouth with his tongue.
“Have you ever been truly satisfied?” Eric asked, throwing his hips towards me to bury himself so deep, I nearly shrieked every time. “Have you, Flora?”
“Show me,” I said.
He threw me off him and twirled me until I was on all fours, then pulled me back onto his cock until he was slapping his hips against my backside and cursing under his breath at the tightness of it.
“Rub that little clit,” he demanded.
I did as he bade and came in no time, so sure as he dug his nails in my hips and cursed my name that he’d come too, if the satisfied heat inside me wasn’t enough evidence.
Eric tossed me onto my back, pushed my knees up to my chest and said from down where his head was, right in front of my very exposed pussy, “I’m going to screw your fucking brains out, slut. My perfect, dirty slut. Who needs shafting as often as possible.”
“Yes,” I groaned, rubbing my breasts.
He ate me out, his cum and all, slurping away at the mess of our sex. I’d also waited for this all my life, too—a man who would never complain about me needing it, all the time.
Rather a man who would just get on with pleasuring me constantly, no explanation necessary.
It was only after he’d made me come with his tongue, then fingered my pussy, then my arse, then came in my arse again, that we finally lay down in each other’s arms.
“Did you never arse fuck anyone before?” I asked.
“Once. Using a condom. She wasn’t into it. Not really.”
I leaned in and kissed his top lip, then his bottom lip, slipping a bit of tongue in for good measure. He smiled and grabbed my rear, sounds of satisfaction escaping his mouth.
“Do you have some toys?” he asked.
