Finding someone who could play with you, keep up with you and sometimes, as she had just demonstrated, take the lead was exhilarating.
I suppressed my fear with more of her hot kisses and found myself arranging her on my lap to my advantage, and if the sounds coming from her between kisses were any indication, perhaps it was to her advantage as well.
Those soft little moans of pleasure that my hands and lips were evoking from this woman went straight to the man inside me, making him hard and proud and creating an undeniable need to see how many more sounds I could conjure from this magical creature in my arms.
“We’re…supposed…to be…building…somethin’,” she said as she kissed her way from my shoulder up my neck and stopped at my ear, blowing the “something” in her question actually into my ear, making me shiver.
I couldn’t get close enough to her, this woman who calmed me. This fairy who whipped me into a frenzy the likes of which I had not experienced before. As her “something” melted my brain, her hands tangled themselves in my hair, mussing it and me again. I leaned into her touch like a preening cat, my hands pressing her down on the part of me that needed her most.
Flashes of her red dress dance, her face as I buried myself inside her, holding her against the soon to be pulverized wall which I had sacrificed in trying to release my tension and keep her safe.
Need and want blurred together and there was just Sookie.
Never enough Sookie.
Too much Sookie.
Sookie, Sookie, Sookie.
“We are building something,” I assured her as I moved to her neck now, with slow, open mouth sucking kisses, designed to make her feel the same sense of frenzy and need that he had created in me, when she told me to shush and kissed me as though I were this infamous rocket she kept on about.
And maybe, just maybe, I was.
“Wh-what are we buildin’?” she asked, gasping out her words as she wriggled in my lap looking for just the right angle that would ease the ache she was feeling. I wanted to help her with that.
My hand slid up her leg, and slowly unbuttoned her jeans, before diving into them and finding all her needy places in one brush of my large hand. “Ohhhh, fuck! You got the best hands!” Determined to live up to that praise and love this woman to the edge and beyond I focused on finding just the right spot, just the right rhythm.
“Trust,” I whispered as I kissed her, drinking her pleasure into myself.
“Excitement,” I added when she freed me to speak again.
“Love?” she asked as she writhed in my arms, head back, eyes closed, the most glorious look of passion on her face as she mindlessly spoke, most of her attention focused on the pleasurable sensations my hand was causing her.
“Only for Sookie,” I answered as lost as she was in what was happening. Her head snapped up when I spoke so sharp I heard her neck pop and felt her body tense against mine. Our gazes locked and I actually saw her start to come undone in my arms, as though my words had touched some secret place inside her that she herself had only just discovered with me.
I would have given anything to read her mind in that moment.
Only for Sookie…
He had said those words to me a week ago. A year ago. A lifetime ago, in a dream, in a city far from where we were in this moment. It seemed random, but I could almost see the connections to those times, place and people.
Was that the dream, or was this? I remembered the feeling of his body covering mine in those sheets and how complete I had felt in his arms, my legs around his hips as he moved inside me.
Safety and love.
Exactly what I felt here and now with this same man.
Was this a dream? It was then that he touched me in the just right place, in just the right way and I bubbled over, spilling over the man before and beneath me, believing he would hold me, keep me safe.
It was the first time I had believed in anything since I was a child.
She fell against me, gasping as I pulled every last ounce of passion from her. I could smell the salt of her tears but did not press her to explain. If it was important, she would tell me. I snuggled her close and pretended that I did not need her so much that I was in physical pain. I just wanted to hold her close, and keep this feeling for as long as we could.
Lucky for me, she was as focused on my pleasure as I was hers.
“Come on,” she said, standing slowly and tugging at my hand. I stood, adjusting my jeans to get some relief and let her lead me to the living room where she picked up the ugliest afghan I had ever seen and led me to the front door of our house.
Out the door we went and into the yard. She picked the place where the break in the trees showed us the biggest swath of night sky and then spread the blanket out on the ground. Sitting she held her hand up for me to join her and carefully I sat down beside her, longing to ditch my jeans and stop the unbearable pressure on my body that wasn’t her mouth, her hands, her body, but I held back, still not clear what her intentions were.
She moved into my lap again, kissing me like it was contest and she had her heart set on the blue ribbon. I was panting when she moved to my neck, which was only so she could whisper in my ear.
“I’m afraid, Eric,” she said, not stopping the kissing, just adding in the words between them.
“Of what?” I pulled her closer to comfort her, trying to bring my eyes to focus on something beyond the bundle of warm woman in my lap.
“You’re going to make me fall in love with you.”
“I’m afraid of that, too.” I told her, kissing her neck now, as reverently as she was kissing mine.
“Really?” she asked, sounding surprised and uncertain.
“Absolutely. I’m afraid you’re going to fall in love with me, too.” I was wrapped around her now, and kissing along her hair line on the side of her neck.
She snorted in my ear. I suppose I had it coming but still, it was loud and unexpected and most un-Sookie like. “What? It’s a valid concern and I am being supportive, Sookie. You are at significant risk. I am handsome, rich, funny, and charming. It’s almost unavoidable!
“If you fell in love with me, you would expect me to pleasure you all the time. No wall would be safe from your demands that I take you against it. Did you see what I did that wall? It’ll never be the same again. I scarred the wall for you, Sookie.” I had kept kissing her all through my exaggerated tirade and was rewarded by her giggles that rang out into the night.
“Should we take up a collection at Fangtasia to get your wall some therapy?” She managed to get out between giggles. I moved the hair from her neck and looked at my fang marks there in the moonlight. She was still wearing them, and they marked her as mine.
“No, I want to leave the scars there, so I can remember,” I said to her as she had to me. She gulped air and spoke again.
“What happens, Eric, if you fall in love with me?” I pecked her on the lips and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Well, first, I would buy your house and restore it. Then I would ask you to be mine with all the wonderful and crazy that entails.”
“And if that happens, then I’ll know how you feel?”
“I’ll keep my eye out then. Wouldn’t want to miss anything.” It was my turn to laugh. I fell back on the afghan and pulled her on top of me. It felt good just to be there with her like that, I could have stayed forever.
Sookie, however, had other plans.
It was either payback or reward and like most things between us, it was near impossible to tell the difference. I only know that I ran out of Norse gods to thank when she took ahold of the button on my jeans and slowly started to remove them, and that a few minutes later I ran out of Norse gods to beg for forgiveness to save me from what I now knew to be her plan.
“You see that sky full of stars up there, Eric?” she asked as she pulled my clothes off, one slow gesture at a time.
“Good, I bet having been around as long you have that you know the names for every last one of them, don’t you?”
“Uhhh, some of them.” Almost none of them was more like the truth, but I was afraid that if I spoiled that part of her plan, I would spoil all of her plan, and some of it I really, really liked.
I could tell from the getting naked part that was happening right now.
“So, I am going to pleasure you as long as you can keep naming the stars above your head. If you stop, I stop.”
I wouldn’t be able to think once she wrapped her mouth around me, and she would remove her mouth if I couldn’t think. It was like a Chinese cock trap! The more I tried to get out of it the less satisfaction there was to be had.
“Oh, you are cruel, milady!” I told her, on the edge of begging for another set of rules when the hussy looked at me and winked.
“Learned from the best, Mr. I’m Afraid You’re Going To Fall In Love With Me, Too.”
‘But never boring,’ she had said to me. I wouldn’t be at all surprised to find out that she had taken a pen and written that part on the box lid herself.
“Careful, Miss Stackhouse. Keep seducing me like this and I might buy your house and ask you to be mine.”
“You might at that. And you know what I would do then?” I could only imagine.
“School you in the ways of love among the stars.” She licked her lips then and took me in her hand, stroking with just the right amount of pressure to make me close my eyes and flex into her hand seeking release. “Get to naming, Northman. I can’t strap you to my ass and take you into orbit if you don’t know where you’re going.” I was not able to speak until she slowed down and then I only wanted to curse my blue balled frustrations the night sky.
“Name just one, and I will suck the tip of you until you can name another. The faster you name them the faster I will work you to release. Ready, smartass?”
Can you buy a house you already own?
“Gemini!” I screamed triumphantly. She smiled her wicked Fairy Sookie smile and then I answered the age old question about whether Heaven was real.
Heaven, despite the flowery prose and fiery rhetoric, was a waitress in a small town who held my heart in her hands and my cock in her-
“OH MY GOD, DO THAT AGAIN, SOOKIE!”
“You’re supposed to be naming the-“
“FUCKSAGITTAIRUSTAURUSCANCERPICESSCORPIOCASSIEOPIA!” She brought her hands up under my hips then, clenching my bottom and set to work in making me call down the heavens.
“ORION! LEO! THE BIG FUCKING DIPPER!” She swirled her tongue and I swear my brain took the same spin around my cranium. She was just that good. I was so close I was babbling now.
“Stackhousearonicus! Andromeda!” She brought her hand up then to cup my balls, rolling them gently in her palm while pressing her finger into the bundle of nerves that rested just beneath them taking control of my body as though it were her own. She moaned when I splashed onto her palate like I was a fine wine.
“SOOKIEVERSE!” I finished, naming all of creation after the woman smiling up at me. It felt right because she was fast becoming everything to me.
I pulled her up and rolled her so I could bury my face in her neck. She was hugging me. “You’re The Big Fucking Dipper in this Sookieverse,” she whispered to me, kissing my cheek as she had earlier at the table, again magically combining passion and comfort effortlessly into one. I said the only thing a smartass like me could say.
“Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if you fell in love with me after all.”