LOVED (18 page)

“Relax, baby girl, I’m going to wash the batter off my cock so you don’t get a yeast infection,” he laughed.

I leaned back onto my elbows and watched as he shuffled to the sink. He pulled his slippers off and kicked them aside. He pulled his sweats down and kicked them toward his slippers.

And as he stood there naked, washing his cock in the kitchen sink, I realized that my life with him was going to be full of interest, full of sexual surprise, and would never, ever get boring. Erik was right. The sexual diversity of a Dominant submissive relationship would keep half of the people together that eventually grow apart.

Tab Benoit, If I Could Quit You
came on the Ipod. I closed my eyes and listened. I lowered myself onto the island countertop and relaxed. I heard Erik’s soft footsteps on the floor. He turned the music up louder.

I smiled and kept my eyes closed.

I felt something really warm on my breasts. The feeling moved to my stomach and stopped at my belly button. I opened my eyes. Eric was pouring the fresh warm syrup from the saucepan onto my stomach.

Oh God.

“Your kitchen, my rules
now
,” he said as he set the saucepan on the counter by the sink.

He began to lick my nipples as he squeezed my breasts lightly in his hands.

“Mmmm. This is
good,
” he said as he sucked and licked each nipple
.

I rose
up onto my elbows and watched him suck and lick me. Watching his tongue glide across my syrup covered skin was more than I could take. I started to tingle. His mouth moved to my stomach and focused on the cavity of my belly button, which was filled with syrup. He slurped it from my stomach.

As he sucked
and licked the syrup, his right hand slowly wiped across my stomach and across my torso to my breast. I watched as his fingers slid gracefully across my nipple to my neck. He maintained eyes contact as he lifted his fingers and held them over my mouth. I extended my tongue and licked his fingers. The sweet syrup was somewhat erotic in my mouth. I sucked his fingers one by one, taking them deep into my mouth slowly and sucking them syrup free.

Wax Taylor, Say Yes
started to play as he pulled his fingers slowly from my mouth.

His mouth moved to my swollen wet pussy. His tongue darted across my clit. He licked as he pressed his mouth hard against me, pressing my clit between his tongue and his upper lip. He repeated the process over and over. I closed my eyes tightly and focused.

Don’t. Stop. Doing. That.

“Erik…”

“Erik, I’m…”

“Oh God, Erik…
please….”

“Cum, I’m going to…Oh…”

I raised my hips and moaned. He licked and sucked. I moaned again and thrust my hips toward his face. He slurped and sucked. He pressed his face hard into my pussy and forced his tongue in deep. I opened my eyes. I moaned.

And.

I came.

“Oh my fucking God…”

I opened and closed my eyes. I opened them again. I closed them and relaxed, uncertain of what happened.

He continued to lick as I wiggled. The sensitivity was insane. The syrup
, his tattooed body, the muscles, and of the waiting were more than I could take. I was at the height of climax now. He licked my clit as he slid his finger in and out of my now soaked pussy. He added another finger. His tongue worked magically across my swollen clit. I began to tingle. I felt as if I was going to explode.

He
started to moan as he licked and sucked. The moaning sent a sensation through my entire body. His tongue worked my clit as his finger slid in and out of my wet pussy.

Holy fuck I’m going to die.

“Stop moaning, I think…” I muttered.

He moaned louder as he licked and sucked.

“Erik, I think…”

He moaned and worked his fingers deeper.

“Oh my fucking God,” I stuttered

I opened my eyes and looked down. He was watching me, his eyes wide open. He winked at me.
Oh fuck.
I tried to breathe. I couldn’t. I inhaled and almost choked. My breathing became stuttered. I felt as if this was going to be my last breath. My heart rose into my throat. I tingled down deep in my soul. He sucked, licked, and moaned.

And I released.

I came. And came. I worked my hips, thrusting myself into his mouth.

He moaned as he licked.

And I came.

“Stop, please,” I begged.

“I can’t take it, don’t touch me,” I whispered.

He stood up and flexed his chest.

Dear God.

He grasped his cock in his left hand and started stroking it.
I pushed myself up onto my elbows a little further.  Standing there smiling, he continued to stroke his cock, the speed increasing as he stroked it. He flexed his biceps and made his pectoral muscles jump up and down.

Kill me now, please.

He reached toward the countertop and grabbed the saucepan of syrup in his right hand. I watched intently as he held it in front of his chest and poured the pan onto his shoulders, chest, and stomach. The syrup ran down to his cock and around to his thighs. As it touched his thighs, he flexed his muscles.

Is this really happening?

He took a few steps toward the island, raised his knees to the top, and jumped up onto the counter, straddling me. The syrup glistened on his smoothly shaven skin. I licked my lips. He crawled across the counter on his knees until his chest was over my face. As he lowered his massive tattooed chest to meet my lips, I moaned.

I can’t take this anymore.
I felt my wetness running into the crack of my ass.

I began to lick and suck his chest. The sweet syrup encouraged me to be more aware of where I was licking.
His knees on either side of my thighs, I sucked and bit his nipples as I reached around his waist to support myself. His hands grasped my head lightly and pulled it tight to his chest.

I moaned as I licked his chest.

“Lean back,” he said softly.

I leaned back onto my forearms, lowering my back closer to the counter. He lowered himself along my torso, dragging his chest along my nipples as he did. The sensation sent tingles through my spine. My body shuddered.

Please, Erik. Fuck me.

He
leaned back on his knees as he held my head in his hands. He raised his knees and stood crouched on his feet, his stiff cock standing straight up. He worked the tip toward my face. As I opened my mouth he pulled my head onto the shaft with force. His cock forced itself into my throat. I coughed as it slid down deep. I opened my eyes and looked up. The sticky syrup pressed up against my face. He held my head there for a moment and slid his cock free of my mouth.

As he lowered my head back to the countertop, he shifted his weight to his knees. His mouth met mine and as he kissed my lips lightly, he guided the tip of his swollen cock inside of me. As soon as it slid into my pussy, I began to contract.

“Erik,” I gasped.

“Shhhh,” he whispered as he kissed me.

He slowly worked himself in and out of my pussy. His chest pressed against mine. The warmth of his body pressed against me. We were stuck together by a thin film of syrup. It was a sensation that words can’t describe. He kissed me as his hips worked slowly, softly biting my upper lip with each kiss. I felt myself start to tingle.

I felt frail underneath his massive upper body. I felt small. I felt protected. I felt
loved
.

“
Erik, I’m going to…” I heaved for another breath.

I dug my fingernails into his back, gr
abbing for security. I felt as if I were going to explode. His breathing became labored and his chest heaved.

He licked my upper lip as his cock slid slowly inside of me.

“Erik…I,” I took a breath.

“I’m going to cum.” I exhale two short breaths.

“I’m going to cum so….hard,” I gasped.

His breathing became more labored and his cock swelled.

Oh my God, he’s going to cum already?

“
Shhh,” he said as he slid inside slowly.

And as he held his cock deep inside of me, I began to cum. Hard. My fingernails dug deeper into his skin and tore across his back. He arched his back and moaned, partially from pain, and mostly from the pleasure. His tongue licked my lips.

And he erupted inside of me. As he did, he moaned a moan of pleasure, holding his cock deep inside of me, arching his back.

I convulsed, my entire body tingling from an orgasm from deep within my soul. As he held himself deep inside of me, he moved his lips from mine.

“I love you, Kelli,” he said as he looked into my eyes.

Erik Ead defines beautiful.

I have no idea what was different. What changed, or what may have happened.

But.

I opened my mouth and tried to speak. And I could not. His eyes glistened. My lips parted again slowly.
Nothing.

With a heart filled with love.

And a mind full of emotion.

My eyes filled with tears.

As a tear ran down my cheek, he reached out to wipe it.

And I tried again.

“I love you…” I muttered.

He wiped my tears.

“Back,” I said.

ERIK.
Those that give and those that take. The world is full of both. The selfish and the selfless. There are always those that are willing to perform a selfless act and ask that no one acknowledge them for doing so. They don’t do it for the praise, recognition, or any form of benefit other than the knowledge that they have helped someone that was incapable of helping themself. They do it, because in their mind, it needs to be done. They see no other choice.

Soldiers, Sailors, Airmen, and Marines that give their lives.
The man that leaves six gold coins at the Salvation Army during Christmas. We all want to thank them, and anyone that gives when other people only want to take.

But.

We can’t always do so. We don’t always know who they are, we only know that they exist. For their existence, always, I am grateful.

Today much more than others.

“And who, son, made you the fucking rule maker,” he asked.

“God damn it, Gene, you’
re going to the car in a wheelchair,” I said in a soft tone.

“Fuck you, I’m walking,”
he snarled.

“No you’re not, you don’t need to be walking,” I said softly.

“Daddy, maybe Erik is right. We don’t want you back in here for Thanksgiving,” Kelli said.

“I should have known you’d side with him, god fucking damn.
Fine. But I can tell you one god damned thing. When I get home, and you two fucktards are gone, I’m going to run around the god damned block,” he said angrily.

“I haven’t felt this good in fifty years. I feel like a fucking teenager,” he said, quickly shuffling his feet back and forth.

“Gene, I’m glad you feel better, but this is ridiculous. You’re still in recovery,” I said.

“True, but I have a
new kidney.. Shit, they said this thing was thirty years newer than me. I want to run a foot race and fuck a wild cat,” he said.

“Daddy!”
Kelli screamed.

“Sorry, baby. I forgot you were here,” he smiled.

“Fine, I’ll let you wheel me out of here, you big arrogant prick,” he said as he sat on the edge of the bed.

The hospital had kept Gene for a little longer than they would have normally kept someone who had received a kidney transplant. After the transplant, there were some complications with anemia and a few other issues with pneumonia. The actual operation went extremely well and his body appeared to accept the kidney without reservation.

“When can we go?” Kelli asked.

“They said today. It should be any time, as soon as the doctor releases him,” I said.

Gene was already dressed in his khaki pants, shirt and shoes. He had his bed made when we showed up and was sitting in the chair watching the news. The month or more that he had been in the hospital was more than he could process, now that he was able to process again.

“Well, fuck. Kelli, go get shit head and I a cup of cafeteria coffee,” Gene said.

Kelli shook her head as she looked at her father. He was on the edge of the bed doing half-assed sit-ups.

“I will if you’ll sit in the chair and sit still,” she said.

“Fine,” he said as he sat up in the bed.

“Ok, anything else?” she asked.