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“Detached?” said Eric. He smiled. “I think I’m feeling pretty un-detached right now.”
I nodded. I felt the same way. We were so close together that I could practically hear our hearts beating as one. I slipped off my shoes on the wooden floor.
“What are you doing?” said Eric.
“Getting comfortable,” I replied. I was lost in a dream—a dream where it didn’t matter what my dad, the outside world, Julia, or anyone thought of us.
All I was thinking about was Eric. How much I liked him, how much I needed his strength and his patience and kindness in my life. How generous he was with all of them.
But what would happen if I showed him what I wanted? If I stepped up to him and kissed him right now.
Would it all be over? Would the fighting and the drama start again?
I wasn’t sure I could stop myself. I came up close to him.
“Eric,” I said. His eyes had softened, and he was looking at me with a sad expression.
“Yeah?” he said.
“I want you right now.”
“I want you too.”
“But I need to know something.”
“What?”
“I need to know I can trust you. Not go and run off to get away from me. Or anything like that. I can’t handle the feeling of rejection.”
“Okay.”
“So, here I am. Just … tell me I can trust you.”
“You can trust me.”
He bent down, and before I could think, his lips had pressed against mine. And it was like they could stop every word that might have come out of my mouth, all the doubts and hesitations and fears. I put my arms on his shoulders and lifted my chin, and now I was kissing him, applying pressure, letting my mouth explore his.
I led him to the bed, where we sat down. Eric hooked my leg over him, and then he was cradling me, holding me and making me feel safe, letting me know I could trust him. My hands wrapped around his neck and I placed gentle kisses on the side of his neck.
“I love it when you do that,” he growled. And I felt proud. Proud that I got to make him feel this way, proud of how brave I was to come here, to take what I wanted and stop thinking about whether it was right or wrong. I leaped into his lap and undid the buttons of his shirt while he rolled his shoulders and slipped off his jacket.
He laid me down on the bed, and then I felt his weight as he climbed over me. My hands shook, but still, I kept undoing the buttons of his shirt. I wanted to feel him, and I slipped my hands through his shirt and felt his chest, my hands delighted at the dark hairs on him. He was a man and everything a man ought to be, strong, his muscles taut and tense as he propped himself up on my arms so as not to make me feel tight or cramped.
I gasped as he lifted my arm and bent to kiss my wrists and my arms. My arms: I never had anyone kiss my arms the way Eric did and who delighted in every part of me. It was like my whole body was a source of delight for him, and I moaned and sighed as he reached up, fingers wrapped tight around me so I couldn’t get away. Not that I would want to.
When I was moaning and sighing and shifting beneath him, Eric knew he had me right where he wanted me. He dropped down to his knees by the side of the bed and reached up. In one deft movement, he unbuttoned my pants and pulled them off, while my head lay to the side and I watched his hands reach up my legs toward the innermost part of me.
“Your legs are breathtaking,” he growled, and at the same time, his warm breath on them made me shiver with ecstasy. Slowly, he pulled down my panties until they were tangled around my ankle and his arms were spreading my legs. He treated me like a princess, delicate and gentle, leaving me wanting more each time he touched me. But nothing could prepare my body for the sultry row of kisses he made one after another up my thigh. And gradually he began to tease me, as his hands crept higher and higher until his thumb brushed through the soft hairs between my legs.
“Please,” I said. “I … I want it.”
“I know,” he said. And knowing that he knew what I wanted and yet was choosing to tease me drove me wild with desire. All of his inscrutable feelings and thoughts, his subtle control of each situation we found ourselves in, left me amazed and bewildered, and now I relished those feelings as Eric pressed his mouth to my pussy and traced gentle, delicate circles with his tongue around my clit.
As he kissed and licked me, it sent shocks through my body, and I slowly began to whine and cry out. “Oh,” I said, “Yes, that’s good. That’s … perfect.”
As Eric pressed his mouth a little harder, I sighed and reached down. My hand found the dark curls of his hair and slowly began to relish his touch while the world around me seemed to spin and fade. It was like it was just us—even less. It was just the tiny core of pleasure he sparked in me, which was burning now like a fire, stronger and brighter, with each of the delicate motions his mouth and hands made.
“Come here,” I said and pulled him towards me. I slipped off his pants and saw the enormous bulge in his underwear. I reached through the slip of material and my hands teased him, and Eric groaned while I felt the thick shaft of his cock and slowly made him ache with need for me.
