Emerald Eyes (40 page)

A man sings about his desire for his loved one to settle down with him, to hold him. It’s beautiful, the lyrics and the beat penetrate my soul, filling me with warmth and love, and it’s everything that I want with Eric.
 

“What’s the name of this song? It’s beautiful.” I whisper against his lips.
 

“Kiss me,” he pants.

I smile, “I will, but only after you tell me.”

Eric smiles back at me, “That’s the name of the song. It’s called, ‘Kiss me’ by Ed Sheeran.”

“I love it.” I whisper.
I love you…

Our eyes lock and I watch so many emotion pass through Eric’s tantalizing eyes, so much desire but also so much tenderness and love.

In unison, the song and Eric say, “I’m in love now.”

I gasp at the intensity of his words, which hits me like a force of nature. My heart slams in my chest and tears sting my eyes. Somehow, I find my voice and whisper, “Me too.”
 

Eric lowers his lips to mine and kisses me slow and tender, licking and stroking. His hand glides down the side of my body, heating my skin with each advance. When his warm hand reaches my thigh, he wraps it around his hip and with one swift motion he slides in, burying himself inside me to the hilt, pushing me up the bed. We moan simultaneously at the feel of his thick hardness plunging into my soft body.
 

“I want to lose myself inside you.” Eric rasps into my ear.

“Yes… please.” Is all I manage to say, I am so lost in him already.
 

Eric sets a slow but deep pace that matches the beat of the song, rocking my heart and soul, undoing me completely. His lips move from my neck, to that sensitive spot below my ear then finally, he comes back to my lips. Stealing my moans and gasps. His kiss feels as though he needs them.
 

Eric’s hand leaves my thigh and slides up, over my perspiring skin. It reaches my breast and he kneads it with slight pressure. His wicked fingers find my taut nipple and he pinches it hard, bringing me to the edge with a mix of pain with pleasure. I cry out his name, feeling the tightening pull in my womb, the tremors in my legs and the tension in my back as it arches off the bed.

Eric presses his forehead to mine, “Open your eyes, kitten.” He commands urgently.

I force my eyelids to open and focus on the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen, pure and majestic like the waters of the Caribbean Sea. Eric looks deep into my eyes, into my soul with so much vulnerability in his eyes, it takes my breath away. He sucks in a desperate breath then whispers, “I love you.”
 

Eric closes his eyes and kisses me before I have a chance to say it back to him.
 

Oh God…
 

His thrusts come faster, deeper and harder and I moan into his mouth as he claims my body, my heart and my soul. I feel him thicken and harden inside me, his magnificent body shudders in my arms as he races towards his release. Eric’s groans of agonized pleasure resonate through me, pushing me over the pinnacle of extreme pleasure and I feel my body explode with euphoria. I clutch him to me, holding as close as I physically can.
 

He loves me.

Two heavy tears slip through my lashes, and I bite my lower lip to keep the rest of them at bay.
 

“You’re crying.” Eric breathes out.
 

“Happy tears.” I sniffle and smile.

“Eric...” I place my hand on his cheek, “I love you too. So much it scares me.”

He gasps then whispers, “Say that again.”
 

“I love you.” I whisper back.
 

Eric closes his eyes and his arresting face contours as if he’s in pain. He drops his head in the crook of my neck and inhales deeply. His arms band around me, and he rolls us over so I’m on top. Rose petals cascade down my back and hair all around us as he tightens his hold on me, securing me to him, as if he’s scared I’ll suddenly vanish.

“So this is what he meant,” he mumbles.
 

“Who?”
 

Eric lays his head back on the pillow, looking at me with sadness in his eyes.

“My father. I asked him once how did he know he was in love with my mother, that she was
the one
and he told me, ‘When you feel like you’re the happiest, not just physically but emotionally and mentally, when you look at her and you just know she holds your heart, that there is this invisible steel rope that is tying you to her. When you can’t get enough of her mind and her body, when you look at other women and only see her and wherever she’ll go, you will follow even if it’s means walking into hell itself, that’s when you know’.”

I force myself look away and let the tears slide. That is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard. Eric’s hand reaches for my cheek and he turns my head to face him. “Don’t hide from me,” he whispers, wiping my tears with his thumb. “Don’t hide your tears. I want them. I want it all… I want you.”
 

“I’m sorry.” I smile timidly. “That was beautiful, your father sounds like a very wise man.”

“He was.” Eric whispers and closes his eyes.
 

I kiss him softly, to distract and comfort him from the painful memory of losing his father. Our soft kiss intensifies into something sweet and powerful, something that ties us tighter to each other, ties our souls together. Slowly, I rise and fall on his still, rock hard shaft, unable to hold myself back. I can’t fight my desire for him. I don’t want to. No matter how many times I have him, I will always want him again. I’m addicted to him and I have no intention to kick my habit. Eric’s right hand fists in my hair and his left arm wraps around my waist, pulling me down on him, while he thrusts his hips into me, stealing my breath.
 

“Oh God… so deep…” I sob at the unbearable pleasure he gives me with each powerful thrust.

“You’re insatiable.” Eric grunts in my ear.

“You make me greedy… only you.” I whimper.

We continue to make love, slow and tender. We whisper sweet words and say, ‘I love you’ freely, without the fear of one of us freaking out.
 

Much later, we’re soaking in Eric’s tub, fucked raw and satisfied. Eric is leaning back against the tub and I’m lying on top of him, so we’re nose to nose.

“How are you feeling?” Eric murmurs.

“Pretty damn good.” I smile and he chuckles.

“Still holding up, huh?”

“I’m always ready and willing for you, tiger.” I kiss him softly and pull back to look into his eyes.

“You have the most gorgeous eyes I’ve ever seen.” Eric murmurs softly.

“Ditto. I never saw such vibrant turquoise eyes… I wonder what eye color our kids will have…”

Eric’s eyebrows shoot up and he tenses slightly underneath me.

“Not that I’m saying we will! Or even married… I mean… I… just… forget I said anything.” I bite my tongue and hide my face on his chest.
 

Instantly, I feel the flush of embarrassment flooding my cheeks and spreading to my neck.

What. The. Fuck, Katherine? Have you lost your goddamn mind? Eric finally says he loves you and you jump and talk about babies! Oh my God.

I curse myself internally for not having a brain-to-mouth filter.

Eric clears his throat, “Kitten, look at me.”

I shake my head no.
 

Eric chuckles, “Please, look at me.”

I lift my head slowly and look at him, ready for him to freak out on me, but Eric doesn’t say a word. Instead, his arms pull me higher on his slick body. His eyes scan my face with that look I’ve come to crave for, red-hot lust and carnal desire. Eric’s hand slides up my back and grips the nape of my neck. He pulls my head down to his and kisses me with his sinful lips. My mouth opens up for him immediately, and his tongue slips in and out, driving me wild. I know what he’s doing, taking my embarrassment away, telling me it ok without saying a word.
 

My hands tangle in his wet, dripping hair, pulling it back to give me a better angle. I feel his erection prodding my thigh, so I move to straddle him. Eric holds me up with one hand on my backside and takes himself in hand, positioning the crest of his penis under my opening. The hand that’s holds my butt slides away and slowly, he penetrates me. I bite down his lower lip and moan at the slight soreness of how he’s filling and stretching me.
 

Eric groans and pulls his lip free, “Fuck.”

“I’m sorry.”
 

“Don’t be. I just wasn’t expecting that.” Eric whispers and I know he means it about the bite and the baby remark.

He brings his lips to mine and kisses me slow and tender, worshiping me with every sensual caress of his tongue. I let my embarrassment go and focus on him and what he’s doing to me, to my body and my heart. Taking me completely, making me his in every possible way. Eric rolls his hips up and into me, slowly reaching the end of me each time, making me hold on to him with everything I got.
 

“Come on, you naughty little kitten, come for me.” he growls in my ear.
 

“I… can’t.” I whimper. I’m exhausted and the orgasm feels so far away.

“You can, and you will.” Eric commands and his absolute determination heats my blood, turning me on.
 

Eric lowers his hand into the water and brings the tip of his finger to my puckered ring. He circles it with the same rhythm his tongue is swirling around mine, while his cock still penetrates me deep and slow. Eric slides out of me and then at once, his thick penis and finger fill me completely.

“Oh, yes…” I cry out, moaning.

An animalistic growl rumbles in his throat as he hurries his thrusts, pushing harder and faster into me. My body shakes with the overwhelming sensations of being filled by him entirely.

“Come on kitten, come.” Eric rasps into my ear.

I feel my pleasure reach its peak and I cry out and surrender to the white-hot waves of ecstasy. I buck against him and my nails dig into his shoulders. Eric groans at how tightly I contract around him. He slows his thrusts and soon after, he finds his own release.
 

“God… I love you.” Eric gasps into my ear and shudders beneath me.

He warps his arms around me and rests his cheek on top of my head. Holding me close to him, so close I feel our racing hearts beat in harmony. We stay like this just holding each other, grounding one another for what feels like forever, and that’s exactly where I want to be.
 

Bone tired, surrounded by hot water and even hotter man, I feel myself starting to doze off.
 

When my eyes slowly open, I watch Eric as he lays me on his bed. He slides in next to me and pulls me close to him.

“Good night, my beautiful kitten.” Eric whispers and kisses my lips softly.

“Good night, tiger.” I mumble.
 

I drift into a deep sleep, wrapped in the arms of the man I love with every fiber of me, a man that stole my heart in that dark elevator, who finally admitted that he loves me back.

The morning sun shines into my sleepy eyes. I blink a few times and gaze upon one of the most beautiful sights I’ve ever seen. Eric’s sleeping face is so serene, his lips are slightly parted and his long lashes fan over his sculptured cheeks, making him look younger than he really is. His silky hair is mussed up and his chest rises and falls with each deep, calm breath that he takes.

Wow… he looks so angelic.

I lay there, staring at him, admiring him and thanking God for putting this incredible man in my life for about ten minutes before I feel nature’s call. I slip out of his bed gently, not wanting to wake him and ruin his resting state.
After last night, he needs the rest.

I tiptoe to his bathroom and quietly close the door. After I relieve myself, I wash my hands then look at my reflection. My lips are swollen and red, my hair looks wild, my skin is glowing and my eyes glimmer, I see them sparkle like actual emeralds. My eyes lower to my neck and I see the beautiful necklace Eric gave me last night. The diamonds gleam in the morning light, making the pendent look like it’s spreading its light everywhere. I hold the pendent in my fingers and lift it to my lips, kissing it softly.

My big wild cat…

While I brush my teeth, our conversation from last night pops into my head.

“Yes, it’s very hard not to stare when your girlfriend moans about a meal you just made for her.”

“You just inspired me to cook something for you, just to see how you’ll react to it.”
 

I smile and decide to surprise him with the frittata Laura taught me to make. I rinse my mouth and brush my hair. I sneak out of the bedroom, leaving Eric sleeping soundly in bed. I walk into his kitchen and open the refrigerator. I find most of the ingredients, everything but the eggs.

How am I supposed to make a frittata without eggs?

I find my cellphone and Google grocery stores nearby. I find one not even a minute away. I take out the tunic, panties and the capris and put them on. I open my bag again and dig into the concealed compartment. I find my foldable flats and pull them over my bare feet.

I silently walk to his office and find a sticky notes pad and write him a message:

Morning, tiger!
 

Went out for eggs and other stuff, be back soon!

I love you.
 
 

I stick it on the refrigerator and grab my purse.

I lock the door as quietly as I can, then make my way to the grocery store right next door.

My left hand is holding a basket filled with eggs, red bell peppers and portabella mushrooms. My right hand is shifting between the orange juice in a plastic bottle and back to a glass one.

Is there a difference?

I look at the time on my phone and realize I’ve been here for twenty minutes.

“Shit.” I mutter.
 

I grab the glass bottle and put it in my basket. While I wait in line, I replay the last and only time I made the frittata, trying to remember everything Laura had said. I pay and choose a big brown paper bag instead of plastic.