Layers Crossed (19 page)

But of course
Eric’s lips were too busy nurturing my mouth, trailing along my jaw
line to my ear and neck. I moaned, feeling his hand grasp my
breast, aggravating my hardened nubs with his thumbs. My head
lolled back as his mouth found the hollow in my neck, licking and
kissing, nibbling and teasing. I heard a low swoosh of fabric, and
I realized Eric’s towel had fallen from his hips. I pulled away and
gasped at the size of him, all ready for me. He gave me a knowing
look and grasped each side of my shirt, pulling it apart, leaving
me in my laced hipster panties. The buttons bounced on the hardwood
floor, scattering around the room, exposing me. Eric sucked in a
quick breath and I saw his cock twitch. I felt a drip of desire
make its way into the fabric between my legs.

“I liked that
shirt,” I said.

“I’ll get you
a new one. Just so that I can rip it off you again.” His gaze
lowered from my face to my bare cleavage, and he took a step toward
me until his body was within inches of mine and his erection rested
against my belly. The warmth of his skin oozed onto mine. My hands
slid up his beautifully shaped arms to his biceps, and I wondered
what he’d done to make them so profound.

“So this isn’t
a one-time thing, right?” I whispered. The smell of his freshness
and the aftershave did something wild in my belly as I recalled
inhaling it in the shower. I could take that scent in all night
long and I’d never get enough.

Eric leaned
his forehead against mine, and said, “No way, Emma. You were mine
the moment I saw you. I don’t think once or twice will be enough. I
don’t think one hundred times will be enough.”

He then
grasped my wrists in his big hands and slowly lifted them up over
my head. His erection, now poking against my bare skin, left a
moist trail. Excitement slowly dripped down my inner thigh as my
back pressed against a wooden beam near the couches. I didn’t think
I’d been this wet for anyone, ever. He cuffed my hands with his
left palm and slowly neared my mouth again. I wanted to reach down
to feel his length pulse in my grip, but he wouldn’t allow me. Eric
had me pinned between the beam and his lean body, and it felt so
good to be this way, yielding to his gentle approach, being wanted
so feverishly.

“How long has
it been, Emma, since you made love?” His breath flew through me,
circling in my lungs like an aphrodisiac. His hand slid down along
my silhouette and right between my legs. He moved the fabric of my
panties to the side, his finger playing with my wetness.

“How long?”
His raspy breath energized every hormone in my body.

How did he
know? How could he tell?

“Too long.” I
was panting. With each word, each skim of finger along the inside
of my wrist with his other hand, each swerve of hips toward me,
Eric was making me hornier by the minute.

“How long
since you’ve had a man inside you?” he repeated.

“Two years.”
Was my voice shaking? And had it really been that long? Had I
forgotten how to please a man like Eric?

“Then let me
make up those lost years to you.” He kissed me quickly before his
mouth slid against my jaw and down my neck. He finally let go of my
arms and I was able to rest them on his shoulders. Eric trailed
sweet kisses along my collarbone. He opened my shirt wider, cupping
my breasts, taking my nipples between his fingers and deliciously
rolling them.

“Ahh.” My
chest rose higher into him. The tiny zap on the pull of my nipple
flew down my belly right to the swelling flesh between my legs. I
felt another drip on my thigh. God, I wanted him so badly! When his
mouth lowered to my breast and his tongue swept around my hard nub,
soothing the pinch, I thought I’d disintegrate. How in the world
did he have enough strength not to dive into me already?

“Eric,
please.” I moved my hips forward toward him, spreading my legs,
lowering my hands to his hips, pulling him in closer.

“Emma, as much
as I need to fuck right now, I want to make love to you. I want to
pleasure you senseless until you can’t stand on your own two feet.
And once I’ve satisfied you, then I’ll fuck you.”

I gasped as he
lowered himself down to his knees, kissing my tummy before hooking
his fingers into my panties and lowering them. When his breath
touched my pussy, warming my flesh with a promise of a closer
contact, I couldn’t believe that this was happening again. Already
winded, remembering how his mouth felt on me, I couldn’t wait until
he licked me. He pulled his tongue along my flesh and I froze,
thinking I’d explode right at that moment. But Eric leaned away as
his fingers spread my wet folds, preparing me for him, taking his
time with every touch, teasing and probing, bringing me closer to
that wonderful detonation I’d experienced earlier in the day. I
lowered my hands to the top of his head, holding on, because if the
impact I already imagined was going to happen was anything like
this afternoon, I’d need to have an anchor.

And then he
dove in with his mouth, closing right around my clit, suckling,
depriving my skin of any oxygen. Feeling him go inside me with his
fingers at the same time was excruciating but so, so good. I didn’t
want him to stop. I felt him fill me deeper, probably with another
finger, while he flicked the tiny flesh in his mouth, sucking my
flesh so expectedly, once every few strokes heading lower and
licking me from where he’d entered right up to the top. My hips
moved forward as I started grinding myself against him. The pull of
his tongue along my folds had my pelvis pressing harder into him.
Fearing he’d suffocate from the way his face was buried in my bare
flesh, I pulled back on his hair to let him breathe. Cooler air
blew at my heated skin, intensifying the feel of his hot mouth as
he went back in for the kill. I felt my thighs tighten and I
grasped his hair with my fists, not knowing whether to push him
away or pull him deeper onto me until I couldn’t take it any
longer.

“Eric!” I
screamed as the jolt of pleasure spread through my body, consuming
my every muscle and every cell. But Eric licked harder, milking
that orgasm out of me like an addict. The fire rose higher in the
pit as if replying to my climax, igniting its deepest
splinters.

“Eric!” My
body shook and I was sure I’d soon collapse, but the everlasting
bliss wouldn’t stop. It kept flowing through me in spurts as Eric
sucked on me, pumping his fingers even harder. I yanked on his
hair, taking his mouth away from my crotch because there was no way
that I could take any more. My heart was trying to escape my chest,
my muscles had disintegrated into nothingness, and I fell into his
arms.

He held me
against his body, and lowered us to the top of the sheepskin by the
fireplace. The warm glow cast provocative shadows on our bodies,
flickering in a dance. I rested my head on top of his chest,
skimming my finger over the barbell in his nipple.

Once I was
able to collect a steady breath, I said, “I didn’t expect a man
like you to have such piercings.”

“Let’s just
say you’re not the only one who loses bets.”

I chuckled.
“You’ll need to tell me that story sometime.” I sighed deeply
before breathing out against his skin. “You took me apart,
Eric.”

My breaths
were still hard and over-consuming, fighting to slow down my heart
rate. I raked my fingers through the stray hairs on his chest,
forcing my lazy eyes to look up. He kissed me in response, saying,
“I put you back together, Emma.” The slight taste of my essence was
still on his lips, and I felt something tickle inside me. I was
ready for more. Much, much more.

“Stay here,” I
said.

“Where are you
going?”

“I’ll be right
back.” I rushed to the bedroom and back. Eric was still lying down
on the sheepskin, and still so ready – I knew he needed a release
as much as I had needed one for so many years.

“Well, hello
there, Cowgirl.” He laughed, propping himself on his elbows.

Still in my
shirt, I slipped it off my shoulders and threw it to the couch,
letting the cowgirl hat be my only remaining attire. Straddling the
sides of his legs, I lowered myself down onto his thighs, saying
“I’ve wanted to ride you since the day I saw you.”

“Is that how
it’s gonna work?” he asked.

“Yes, that’s
how it’s gonna work.”

I grasped his
length in my hands, licking my lips. The vibrant pulse of his vein
underneath my fingers slicked my thighs. His skin was hot and
tight, stretching him into his full thickness. I wanted him to fill
me so badly, I couldn’t wait to move my hips over him.

“Hold on,
Emma. I better get a condom.” He shifted, trying to get out from
underneath me, but I grasped my legs tightly around him and grinned
with pride as I reached to the top of my hat, removing the foil
packet I had placed there before coming out. “A cowgirl is always
prepared.”

I ripped it
open with my teeth. Eric let out a raspy breath as I rolled the
thin rubber onto his straining cock, all the way down, before
maneuvering
my hips over
him, holding him steady, centering myself.

“At your pace,
Emma.”

I nodded in
agreement. Although eager, I couldn’t help but be afraid of what
the feeling of having a man inside me again would be like. I had
toys at home, but having the real thing, slowly sliding inside me,
all warm and pulsing to my tempo, was so much better and much more
fulfilling. At least, that was the way I remembered it being.

I bit my lip
feeling Eric enter me. As I lowered myself, the intense stretch
made me hold my breath, and I stilled as my eyes flew open.

“You all
right?” he asked, smoothing his finger over the white oval on my
thigh. “From the accident?”

I nodded,
slowly making my way up, feeling my forehead scrunch and every
muscle in my body contract.

“Take it slow,
baby.”

“It’s just
been some time.”

“You’re tight,
Emma. So perfectly tight.” His head fell back.

Wanting to
feel him deeper, I let gravity slowly take me down and Eric fill me
from wall to wall. When my ass finally touched his thighs, so deep,
I couldn’t believe he’d fit inside me. I waited there for a moment
before moving back up, slightly circling my hips on the way. Eric
let out a loud groan of pleasure.

“Fuck, Emma.
You’re gonna make me come too soon.”

As my body got
used to his width, I increased the rhythm, sliding along him,
rolling my hips with each descend, watching his eyes shut tight and
his chest rise and fall faster. With my knees at his side I added a
forward motion, which rubbed my still-sensitive clit against his
pelvis, and something stirred in my belly. A spark I’d never felt
before. I’d never climaxed with a man inside me. The only way was
through oral stimulation, but having Eric now grasp at my hips and
feeling his leg muscles contract beneath me when I came down on him
inflamed my entire body. I couldn’t get enough. Despite his full
thickness and the comfortably painful ache of the long-awaited
stretch, I rode Eric quicker, listening to the slap of our skin
echo through the room and blend our heavy breaths and the squish as
my fluids that lubricated us escaped from within. The thick smell
of pure sex with savory desire floated around me.

Eric’s hand
lowered between us and he reached for my pussy, and began strumming
my clit. It wouldn’t take long now. His fingers knew how to work me
so well.

My breasts
bounced and I grasped them to hold on, squeezing my nipples,
feeling the surge of a beautiful release come to fruition as I
clenched around Eric. It zapped through my entire body like a live
current, shaking my limbs and slowly reducing them to jelly.

“Jesus
Christ!” Eric let out a loud grunt, and thrust his hips harder
before he stilled inside me.

I lowered my
body to his, lying down on his heated chest, feeling the final
pulses of his cock inside me as he emptied himself. My cowboy hat
slid off to the side. Beads of sweat dripped off Eric’s forehead,
and I felt some meander down my spine as well.

“Emma, you
were incredible.”

“Yeah?” I
couldn’t get enough air into my lungs.

“Yeah.” He
kissed my forehead. I rolled off him and onto my back, feeling him
slide out of me. Eric sat up, removed the condom, tied it up, and
said, “I’ll be right back.”

I just lay by
the fire, feeling my blood pulse through my muscles, trying to
recover. I would definitely feel the remnants of tonight for a few
days. Never in my life had I found sex so fulfilling. Not even with
David. Guilt stirred inside my chest. I shouldn’t have even been
thinking about him right now. I needed to let him go. I had to let
him go. But then again, I didn’t have anyone else to compare Eric
to, and I doubted that sex got any better than what had just
happened. We’d been so in sync, and I knew from the moment he
entered me I wouldn’t be able to get enough for a while.

I still
couldn’t believe this had actually happened. Me and another man.
I’d pushed the thought of being with anyone else away for two long
years. It’d never felt right after David’s death; but now, having
Eric in my life, nothing felt wrong. Eric stripped me of my inner
guard. It seemed that he was meant to find me and heal me. The
attraction between us was undeniable. I couldn’t say no to him, and
I didn’t want to. It was a weird feeling, knowing the person you
see for the first time is your soul mate, but I recognized the
emotion because I’d already once had a soul mate, and now I was
lucky to find one again. Being with Eric was a necessity. How in
the world would I ever be able to leave Ogden? How could I not? How
could we make this work?

Was I over
thinking this? We’d known each other for over a week, yet it felt
like I’d known him for years. And it was just sex, wasn’t it?
People had sex all the time without tying themselves down. Yet Eric
had said that he wanted to make love to me first. What did that
mean? I hated to admit it, but Grace had been right. I was just
like her, except instead of thinking that every guy was
the
one
, I reserved that for just men I’d slept with – which
tonight had grown from one to two.