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“Erik,” I choked out, my voice as thick as the air around us felt. “Bed.”

“Yes,” he grunted before lifting me off of him.

We staggered to our feet and he grabbed the candle from the table before gripping my wrist and tugging me behind him. Once we were in my room, he sat the candle on the dresser and turned around, pulling me flush against his body with one quick movement.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered with a smile, trailing his fingertips down my cheek.

My eyes fluttered closed and he used the opportunity to his advantage, leaning down and kissing me until I was breathless. When he pulled away, a pitiful whimper left my mouth before I could even think to stop it.

“Before we go any further… Do you have condoms?”

I opened my eyes and looked up at him while my brain tried to process his words. “Oh. Yeah, in the nightstand. And I’m on the pill.”

He smiled at that and lifted me into the air, pulling a surprised shriek out of my throat.

“Put me down, I’m too heavy!”

“Bullshit,” he said with a roll of his eyes as he made his way across my room. “But I will put you down. Right where I want you.”

I opened my mouth to ask where that was, but the soft press of the mattress against my back gave me the answer. Erik stood back up and reached over to my nightstand, shuffling around the contents until he emerged victorious with a golden packet.

He looked at me with a raised eyebrow as he asked, “Do you date a lot of well-endowed men?”

Even with everything that was happening, I still blushed at the question. “No, no. It’s just… wishful thinking, I guess.”

Erik leaned back as he let out a loud bark of laughter then looked back at me, his eyes lit up with mirth. I smiled at the sight of his easy smile, wanting to be the one who made him look so effortlessly happy all the time.

The realization of my feelings was overshadowed by the lustful look that he gave me as he said, “Well, I’m about to grant your wish.”

With a cocky grin, his hands went down to his jeans and he began to slowly, teasingly, unbutton his pants. I sat up and tugged at the hem of his t-shirt, bringing it up as far as I could until he finished it off, pulling it over his head and flinging it backwards.

“Holy fuck,” I whispered reverently, running my hands down his chest and abdomen. Even as he continued to work at his jeans, I couldn’t resist the urge to sit further up and lean forward to press my lips against his defined muscles.

His hands paused and he reached for me, groaning softly as I ran my tongue over the cut of his abs then down to where the V of his hips began. I used my hand to tease the light trail of hair leading into his pants, smiling against his skin as I felt him shiver.

“Kristen…” he started, his tone laced with an unusual mixture of both pleasure and warning.

Afraid that he would stop me if I didn’t move things along, I took over where he had started to shed his jeans. I finished pulling down the zipper before lopping my fingers in his belt loops and tugging the denim from his hips. I backed away to watch as I took hold of the elastic band of his boxer briefs. I glanced up at him and he nodded, silently giving me permission.

I pulled them down and when they reached his feet, he kicked everything off, sending his pants and underwear somewhere behind him as he stood in front of me completely nude.

My eyes were trained on his thick cock, standing at full mast and seemingly pointing right at me, begging for my attention. Even with only the candlelight illuminating the room, I could see the drop of precum glistening on the tip and I leaned down to swipe it with my tongue while gripping the base with my fist.

The hiss of pleasure along with the way he desperately gripped my hair sent a thrill coursing through me. I licked the head of his cock again, this time making the movement as slow as possible and looking up at him through my lashes to watch his reaction.

“Fucking hell,” he ground out, his lips parting as a long, tortured moan escaped.

I was damn near ready to forget about my own needs and just suck his cock, loving the responses I was wrenching from him. But Erik seemed to have other plans and he gently pulled me away by my hair.

“Stand up.”

Once I was standing, he worked to quickly rid me of my clothing, pausing only to visually take in every inch of skin he exposed. He dropped to his knees to undo my jeans, yanking them and my panties down and helping me to step out of them before he whipped them across the room.

I nearly laughed until he abruptly locked his arms behind my knees and pulled, sending me flying backwards to the bed with a shriek of surprise. Before I could even register what had happened, Erik pried apart my legs and leaned forward, his tongue running a wet line up my slit.


Ohhh
GOD!” I cried out as I slammed my hands against the mattress and twisted my fingers in the sheets.

He stiffened the tip of his tongue as he swept it over my clitoris, flicking it back and forth rapidly over the nubbin. My toes curled from the sensation and my back arched on its own accord, frantically attempting to push harder against him.


Erik
, please, please,” I gasped. “I can’t- I need-”

My words were cut off as he wrapped his lips around my sensitive bundle of nerves and sucked, a loud moan tearing out of me as electric bolts of pleasure shot through my veins. I could already feel an orgasm approaching and I desperately wanted him inside of me when I climaxed.

As if he could read my mind, he suddenly pulled away and began to crawl up my body with a shit-eating grin plastered on his lips. As I realized that his ministrations were primarily a tit for tat- tease for a tease- I almost wanted to slap the cocky look right off his face.

Instead, I laughed breathlessly and pleaded, “Fuck me, Erik.”

He nodded and helped me swing my legs up on the bed, straightening me out on the mattress. He reached over to grab the packet and quickly sheathed himself in the latex before hopping up and reopening my legs, positioning himself between them.

I planted my feet on the bed and raised my hips when I saw him grip the base of his cock, straining up to meet him as he brushed the head against my wet folds. He swiped the tip up and down, watching my expression with hooded eyes as he brushed against my clitoris over and over again.

Just as I was getting ready to beg for it, he lowered his cock to my opening and rammed his hips forward, driving his thick length all the way inside of me with a single thrust.

Before my body could even adjust to his massive size, he was pulling out, then pushing back in with a strangled groan.


Jesus
, you’re tight. You’re not a virgin, are you?”

“N-No.
Oh my god
- You’re just fucking huge!”

Erik laughed, the sound choked off before it changed into a low moan. He leaned forward, bracing his arms on either side of my shoulders as he bent his neck down to bring our lips together.

As he started to roll his hips with sharp, fluid thrusts, neither of us could keep up with the kiss. We gasped against each other’s mouths as he steadily increased his speed up until the point where I was writhing beneath him, so close to the edge and just needing one final push to fall over it.

“Harder,” I begged while I desperately clutched his shoulders.


Yesss
,” he hissed, pushing himself up until he was sitting on his knees then ramming into me hard. “Oh
fuck
yes… Come for me, Kristen.”

I helplessly gripped the sheets as my hips rose from the bed, screaming his name as the ecstasy of my climax slammed into me. I came harder than I ever had before, my walls rhythmically clenching and unclenching around his cock as I rode the waves of my orgasm.

Erik’s hips slowed but he continued to fuck me through my orgasm, his jaw clenched so tightly that I could tell he was barely holding on.

Once the last shock of my orgasm went through me I panted, “Erik... Let go. Come.”

His thrusts became frantic, speeding up until he abruptly stilled and let out a choked grunt. I could feel his cock pulsing inside of me as he emptied into the condom and I watched his face contort from the bliss as he breathlessly gasped my name.


Christ
,” he breathed out after a long moment. He laughed lightly before slowly backing away, pulling out of me with a shudder.

I felt completely boneless as I relaxed back against my pillows. Erik tossed the condom into the trashcan and blew out the candle on the dresser before he returned to my side.

I sighed happily when he pulled me flush against him, burying my face against his chest as he intertwined our legs together. There wasn’t one part of my body that wasn’t intimately pressed against his and it felt wonderful.

“Sweet dreams, Kristen.”

I smiled at his whispered voice, the sounds of the storm outside all but forgotten as I listened to Erik’s steady heartbeat pressed against my ear.

~*~*~

A loud clutter rudely tore me from my dreams the next morning. I huffed in annoyance, rolling over and pressing my face against the source of warmth at my back, hiding from whatever was making the irritating noise. The sound only got louder and I groaned, wincing when the body pressed against me started to stir.

“Sorry,” I mumbled.

“’S okay. What’s the noise?” Erik murmured into my hair.

I attempted a shrug and he chuckled sleepily before turning to press a kiss to my hair. I hummed with contentment and tried to force myself back to sleep, clinging on to the dream I was in the middle of before I had been awakened.

Erik’s breathing had evened back out and I was just about asleep when the door to my bedroom flew open.

“Kristen, the storm is- OH MY GOD!”

Erik’s heartbeat spiked against my ear and I clutched the bedsheet to my chest as I sat up. I looked between my mother, who was frozen in the doorway and Erik, who was sitting up and starting at my mom with wide, horrified eyes. His mouth was open as if he had intended to explain, but was stunned into silence.

Mom turned away and slapped a hand over her eyes. “I- oh my- Kristen?”

“Yes, mom?” I asked, my cheeks burning.

“Please get dressed and come to the kitchen.
Now
.”

She left like she couldn’t get away from us fast enough. After the door clicked shut behind her, I slowly turned to Erik. He was still staring at the door, blinking owlishly. It looked so out of place that I couldn’t help the short burst of laughter that bubbled up from my stomach.

Then sound snapped him out of his daze and he turned to me, his mouth closing and a small smile appearing. “You think this is funny? She’s going to kill me.”

I shook my head and looked at him incredulously. “
You
? If anything, she’s going to kill
me
.”

Erik’s arms wrapped around my waist and he hauled me into his lap, nuzzling my neck with his cheek. “No she won’t. I won’t let her.”

“Promise?”

“Mm-hm,” he murmured before sweeping away my hair and pressing a kiss to my neck.

I shivered and batted a hand at him. “Knock it off. We have to go out there.”

“We? She said
you
. I’m not going out there.”

“Then how are you going to keep her from killing me?” I asked dryly.

Erik paused, a contemplating frown making his forehead slightly crinkle as he considered my point. “Fuck, you’re right. Let’s go.”

I stood up and went to my closet, flicking the light switch and gratefully noting that the power was back on. I was beginning to pull out some clothes when I heard a shuffle behind me and I glanced back, taking in Erik’s flawless naked body as he searched for his clothes.

He noticed me staring and turned to me with a grin. “See something you like?”

“I like everything I see,” I said before I could stop myself.

Erik jolted a little, obviously surprised but delighted at the same time. He dropped his pants on the bed and walked over to me, pressing a passionate kiss to my lips and rendering me speechless. I moaned as I felt his length beginning to harden against my stomach.

“Get dressed,” he whispered after he broke away, shooting me a flirty wink before turning back to put on his clothes.

I forced myself to shake off my desire as I got dressed, the reminder that my mother was waiting for me in the kitchen working as a wonderful equivalent of a cold shower to my libido. After I was fully dressed I exited my closet, smiling as I saw Erik waiting for me at the door.

He didn’t say anything to me, just reached for my hand and interlocked our fingers together before opening the door with his free hand. I let him lead the way, never letting go of his hand even as we entered the kitchen.

I felt my mouth fall open and a disbelieving snort came out as I looked at my mother.

“Oh, don’t you even start with me,” she chided as she polished off the rest of her glass of wine. “I did
not
need to see that.”

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