But now, Eric was here, in my front hall, kissing the life out of me. It was as though he was trying to assert some sort of claim on me, and although at first, I struggled against him, before long I found myself giving into the passion and the pleasure. I wanted him just as bad as he appeared to want me.
He slotted a leg up between mine, and I groaned, grinding down against him. It felt so good to have that little bit of pressure against my clit, but it was nowhere near enough, even with his hands playing with my breasts through the flimsy cotton of my pajama shirt, which I'd changed into after my shower that evening.
Eric kicked the door shut behind him, and I had the feeling that there was no going back now. This was happening, whatever this was. I wanted to stop him, to try to clarify. I knew that if we did this again and then he spent the next two weeks ignoring me, it was going to hurt, maybe more than all the other times had. What's more, I still needed to tell him about the pregnancy.
But I was afraid that if I stopped him, I'd shatter this fragile thing between us, whatever it was. So I let him keep going, and I just kept hoping that this wouldn't mess things up between us.
I couldn't let it drop, though. “Eric,” I interrupted, turning my head away again.
“I don't want to talk about it,” Eric growled, his hand tugging at my hair. “All right?”
“All right,” I breathed, so incredibly turned on by the angry passion in his voice.
“I don't want to talk at all. I just want you to sit there and take it, whatever I want to do with you.”
“Okay,” I agreed, practically sobbing as 'whatever he wanted to do with me' apparently involved him pushing my panties aside and plunging his fingers into me.
Eric groaned long and low and then kissed me again, still working his fingers inside of me.
The kiss was a little tamer than before, but it still held a surprising fire to it. His lips moved frantically against mine, and I wondered that he was so worried about losing me. I stumbled a little toward him as his arms came around me, dragging me forward—but he caught me easily and steadied me. We made out sloppily until my lips were swollen and my whole body was flushed with pleasure.
Finally, he pulled back and dragged my shirt up over my head. He stared hungrily down at my naked breasts and reached out to experimentally roll one of the nipples between his fingertips. Then, he latched on with his mouth, teeth biting into the skin, leaving behind marks that I was sure I should feel embarrassed about. But he kissed each mark with a tenderness that surprised me. I arched toward him, and he grinned, making his way back toward my mouth.
He paused to kiss my pulse point, setting my heart rate fluttering and fast. Then, he tugged down my panties in one easy move, letting them drop to the tile floor. It was only then that I became aware that we were still there in my front hall. He had closed the door, fortunately, so no one would be able to see us, but still. I felt a flush of embarrassment course through me: this was the first time that I'd had sex anywhere that wasn't a bed. But then, this was also the first time that I felt like I had to have sex somewhere other than a bed.
Right now, the bed seemed impossibly far away, and I didn't think I could make it there without combusting with the heat of my passion.
I stood there naked in front of him, biting my lower lip a bit as I watched him strip off his own clothing, piece by piece, moving slowly and letting me catalog each new swath of skin that was revealed. I couldn't help making a soft noise as he slid off his boxers, his prick bouncing in the air between us. I reached out a tentative hand and thumbed at his slit, finding that it was already damp with precum.
Suddenly, I couldn't help myself. I dropped down to my knees in front of him, leaning in so that I could get my mouth on him. Hoping to speed things up, not because I wanted it to be over but because I needed him inside me. It was the fastest way I knew how to goad him into action. Eric groaned his appreciation as I sucked at his tip of his dick and mouthed my way along his shaft, swirling my tongue along his delicate skin. He tasted so damn good that I lost myself in what I was up to. My selfishness shifted, and I wanted to take my time with him, to hear him moan, to make him cum for me.
He was content to let me set the pace, although his hand did come down to tangle in my hair. His fingernails scratched lightly at my scalp so that I shivered in pleasure as well. I couldn't help dropping a hand down between my legs, playing with my clit as I pumped at his member, tonguing my way along his shaft.
I could taste his pearly drops of precum, and for a moment, I w
anted to get him off just like this. Suddenly, the niceness vanished, and Eric's hand came down around the back of my head, forcing me down further until I was practically choking on his length. I felt tears sting my eyes, but I didn't stop him. There was something degrading about it, something painful too, but at the same time, I was turned on by it all.
My pleasure spiked hotly in my belly, and I couldn't help but moan wantonly around Eric's length. I sucked hard against his heat and fluttered my tongue across the thick vein at the underside of his dick, and I heard his breath catch.
I could tell he was getting close, from the way his balls drew up tight against his body. His member felt as hot as a branding iron, and just as firm. But he finally pulled me off of him. Then he looked down at me, breath ragged, his face flushed, and his eyes dark with lust. I trembled, waiting for him to direct me.
“God, you're sexy,” Eric said hoarsely. He got to his knees on the hall rug and then lay me back, pushing my legs open. Slowly, he began to kiss his way up the insides of my legs, a glint in his eye. He moved with incredible patience, slower than I could stand. No matter how much I squirmed beneath him, he refused to touch me where I needed him to. Instead, he stopped just shy of my folds, biting a mark into the soft skin there, making me cry out and writhe with desire. I snaked a hand down, trying to touch myself, desperate for some release. But Eric caught my wrist, shaking his head, still grinning at me. “Oh no,” he said.
“Eric,” I whined. “Please, you don't know how badly I need it.”
“Oh you need it, do you?”
I gasped as he trailed his fingers across my nub, and I couldn't help rocking against his hand, moaning again as the very tips of his fingers dipped inside my entrance. He continued to caress the soft folds there and then pulled back, wrapping a hand around his package and stroking himself to full firmness.
He grabbed a condom from his jeans and hurriedly tore it open, sliding it on with practiced ease. Then, he plunged inside of me, penetrating deep into my warmth, and we both groaned in unison.
“Fuck,” I whimpered, unable to explain how perfectly he completed me.
“Yeah,” Eric agreed breathlessly. He began to move his hips in a slow, circular motion that dragged at my pleasure points and had me clinging to him within moments. On each drawn-out upstroke, he seemed to bury himself deeper inside of me.
I twisted my head to the side, pressing my face against his forearm where he was resting his weight on the tile floor. He slowly lowered himself down so that he could kiss me sloppily once again. The kiss was firmer than before, and I shivered as he filled my mouth with his tongue even while he filled my needy pussy with his thick cock.
He pulled back from the kiss just when I was becoming breathless, but he didn't give me time to recover. Instead, he gave a few quick, hard thrusts into me, sending me spilling over into oblivion. I came hard, my whole body going slack against the rug.