My beta is Ali989969 and I love her to bits! But I wanted to post now, so if there’s boo-boos it’s because I didn’t wait for her. I promise to go back and fix them once she sends the chapter back. Lol.
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I carefully wiggled out of Eric’s hold and headed for the bathroom, closing my bedroom door behind me. After washing my hands and face, and then brushing my teeth, I turned on the lights in the kitchen and set about making breakfast.
I put the bacon on the cookie sheet and set it in the oven as I went about mixing the French toast batter. I scrambled some eggs and then got out the thick slices of bread for the French toast. After turning the bacon once, I got the rest of the food cooking. I warmed up the syrup and cut up some fresh strawberries as I waited to flip the toast and stir the eggs. Once everything was just about finished, I made us two hot cocoas with whipped cream and set everything on the tray I’d “borrowed” from my previous restaurant job and walked back toward the bedroom.
In my absence he’d grabbed ahold of my pillow and was hugging tight against his chest. My heart skipped a beat at the sight. There was still a part of me that worried about the shit I’d take for dating someone so much younger, but after spending the last day with him and seeing how well we fit together, I pushed those feelings aside.
How could something so wonderful be wrong?
I set the tray on the chest at the end of my bed and walked over in front of him. I smiled softly as I began running my fingers through his hair and across his brow. He let out a satisfied hum that made my tummy flutter and my pussy ache. He was so devastatingly beautiful.
His gorgeous eyes opened and after blinking a few times, they settled on mine. His smile was blinding as he mouthed a “good morning, beautiful” to me, before leaning his body up and grasping the back of my neck with one hand. He lowered my face to his before claiming my lips in a very brief but sensual kiss.
“Breakfast is served, my man,” I smiled as I pulled back from him.
“You really made me breakfast in bed?” he asked in a sleepy voice that made me melt.
“I told you I would, silly,” I reminded him as I turned to retrieve the tray. I heard the sheets rustling and when I turned back around, Eric was leaning against the headboard rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
I’d never seen a sexier sight.
“I made hot chocolate,” I began. “If I remember right, you said you weren’t a huge fan of coffee.” His answering smile and grateful nod was all the reward I needed.
I carried the tray over and handed it off to Eric as I climbed into bed next to him. We ate and talked, enjoying the closeness. He set the tray at the end of the bed when we finished before pulling me back into his arms. We snuggled and chatted for a while before he disentangled himself from my hold got out of bed to stretch. I marveled at his naked body as it flexed and moved, especially his impressive erection as his arms lifted over his head while his back bowed.
He caught me staring when he’d finished stretching. “As much as I want you every minute, Sook, I don’t want you thinking I’m only here for sex,” he smiled as he gathered up the tray. “We’ve got all the time in the world to enjoy each other’s bodies.”
“I’m okay with that,” I smiled as I got out of bed and followed him to the kitchen. “I wouldn’t want you thinking I’m a hooker or something.”
“Hooker is good,” he turned his head to grin as he set the tray on the table. “As long as you’re only a hooker for me,” he teased as he wiggled his eyebrows.
“You goof!” I teased as I nudged him with my hip.
He helped me clean up from breakfast, even going as far as drying everything so I could put it all away. I was beyond impressed with that, to be honest. The man I’d lived with several years earlier couldn’t boil water, let alone be bothered to wash/dry/put away a dish.
I was quickly discovering there was nothing about Eric I didn’t like.
We showered together, though we barely fooled around. Oh, we kissed until the water ran cold, but that’s as far as we got. It was intimate and sensual, and certainly arousing, but it didn’t feel like we had to have sex to enjoy each other’s company. It was a feeling I was rapidly growing to love.
I had some errands to run since it was one of my few days off, and Eric opted to go with me. I drove us around to pay my bills for a bit, all the while we joked and laughed as we argued over music. He asked that we stop into the local motorcycle shop before we went to get my groceries, and of course I said yes. I was shocked to discover that his intention was to buy me a helmet for his bike. I grinned like a fool as he found one he like on me and dragged me to the register by my hand.
He was too cute for words, this man!
His fingers stayed linked with mine until he opened my car door for me, then immediately found mine again as I started the car. My face was hot as I drove; I wasn’t embarrassed by any means, it was just so unexpectedly heartwarming that he’d bought me a helmet. His thumb rubbed circles on the back of my hand as he held it, occasionally bringing our hands to his lips so he could shower my fingers with kisses as he spoke.
We got my shopping done at the store in town, and I didn’t even give him hell for the little odds and ends he snuck into my cart. The look on his face as he tossed things in trying to be discrete was precious, and besides – I liked the idea of having food he wanted at my place. It meant he’d be there more often, which made me happy in ways I wasn’t ready to process.
We pulled into the drive and began unloading the car, arguing playfully at the fact that he insisted on carrying almost all of the bags. He was as stubborn as he was gorgeous, it turned out. He placed my new helmet on the side table near the front door before carrying the bags to the kitchen. He poked around in the cupboards as he helped put things away without me having to ask. He even got everything set aside to make lunch, which was just too sweet.
I fried up the steak and then sliced it thin, while Eric cut up the veggies and washed the lettuce for our salads. Our conversation was back to being completely effortless by this point, something I was terribly grateful for. As much as I’d enjoyed being intimate with him, nothing was worth losing our friendship. Having things become awkward between us would have broken my heart.
I gathered up my dirty clothes after stripping the bed, and Eric carried all my laundry to the car for me. It was getting later in the afternoon at this point, and he needed to head home to do his own laundry for work. We spent several long moments kissing in the driveway by my car before he grabbed my hand and pulled me back over to his bike. He climbed on without a word before pulling me up close to his body.
“I’m gonna miss you tonight,” he whispered as he laid his forehead against mine, his eyes closing as he spoke.
“I’m going to miss you too,” I said quietly, meaning my words more than I cared to admit.
“I’ll call you from work on my break,” he promised as he pulled his face away from mine to look in my eyes.
“Sounds great,” I smiled, trying not to seem sad. I wasn’t ready for our little happiness bubble to burst.
He gently gripped my chin as he brought my mouth to his. His lips were still shockingly soft against mine, even as I felt the passion in them. By the time he pulled away, we were both panting and I needed a fresh thong. I couldn’t help but chuckle as he muttered about riding with boners once again. After he put his helmet on, he grabbed my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze before starting his bike. I backed up just slightly and then waved as he pulled out of my driveway.
I spent the rest of the afternoon and early evening doing my laundry, cleaning up the house, and making dinner. The house seemed lonelier without Eric around, bigger and emptier in ways that surprised me. It still felt like home and all, it just seemed like something was missing. I’d just settled into bed when the phone rang, and I grinned widely as I saw our work number come across the caller ID. I didn’t even say hello fully before he was talking.
“It’s all your fault, woman!” Eric hissed into the phone. “I’m fucking dying over here!”
“Are you okay, honey? What’s wrong?” I asked, instantly concerned.
“No, I’m not okay!” he groused. “I’ve been hard as a fucking rock since I walked into this damn store!”
“How is that my fault?” I couldn’t help but giggle.
“It just is,” he reasoned, sounding like I was daft for asking. “Every time something from the deli/bakery comes through, my dick goes nuts!”
“Awww… poor baby!” I cooed. “I’d make it better for you if I was there. I’d kiss the ouchies away.”
“Damn it, Sook!” he groaned. “You’re not helping!”
“You don’t want my kisses, honey?” I pouted even though he couldn’t see my boo-boo lip. “I thought you liked it when I kissed him?”
“I do,” he breathed, and I could hear in his voice that his situation was getting worse instead of better.
“Good, because I love to kiss your boo-boos away. And lick, and suck, and tease…”
“You’re being a very bad girl,” he growled. “I’m going to have to punish you.”
“Mmmm… don’t threaten me with a good time,” I purred as I pressed my fingers to my clit through my panties.
“Watch it, woman, or I’ll be on my way over as soon as I’m done with work!”
“The door will be unlocked, and if you’re lucky, I won’t finish without you,” I whispered before hanging up on him with a smile.
It was just after nine now, so he’d be done in less than an hour and at my door shortly after. I decided to take a fresh shower and just make sure all of me was properly lotioned and groomed. I took extra time trimming my intimate areas and then shaved with care to ensure there were no troublesome cuts. I then picked out a lightly peach scented body lotion that had a slight shimmer to it and began massaging it into my skin. I dried my hair, leaving it down in ringlets, and even had time to do a quick pedicure and paint my toes before ten o’clock came.
I fished around in my dresser for a nighty I’d bought a few months back but had never worn. It was a gorgeous blue, lacy number that I’d found at Victoria’s Secret and had instantly fell in love with. It came with a matching thong, but I had no interest in that part of the ensemble tonight. I let out a satisfied whoop when I found it and quickly removed the tags. I lit a few candles around my room and had just settled onto bed when I heard his bike pull in downstairs. I felt myself getting wet now that I knew he was here. I had no idea what kind of punishment he had in mind, but I was ready for anything he dished out.
I heard him barreling up the steps just seconds after the bike’s engine had cut off, and I smiled as I heard the front door open and close. When his large frame filled my doorway, he was greeted to the sight of my fingers running through my folds slowly.
“You’re just determined to get punished, aren’t you, babe?” Eric reprimanded in a stern tone as he sauntered into the room, his hands already working to remove his jacket.
“I told you that you’d be lucky if I didn’t finish without you, and look… you’re here just in time!” I smiled unapologetically.
“What am I going to do with you, my bad girl?” he smiled as he threw his jacket to the floor. “No more touching your pussy, Sook. That’s my job now that I’m here,” he added as he reached the foot of the bed.
“Aww,” I pouted, complete with puffy lip. “But I’m all wet already, and it feels so good!”
He reached out and grabbed me by the ankles, yanking me suddenly toward the end of the bed. He didn’t hurt me in the least, but I let out a squeal of surprise that instantly had me laughing hysterically.
“Stand up and undress me, Sook,” he commanded, his tone instantly stopping my giggles. It was raw and deep, and oh so sexy.
I thought about protesting for all of about two seconds before I took his offered hand and got to my feet. I untucked the t-shirt from his jeans before I began slowly working it up his chest. He bent forward slightly so that I could get it over his head; I threw it to the floor without a second thought the moment it was free from him.
His face was predatory as he watched me work on getting his jeans off, the look in his eyes so hungry I wanted to weep. I could feel myself growing wetter by the second under his appraising stare. I bent to get his pants fully off and was surprised as he gathered my hair into his hands. He made sure to get every strand, petting me reverently as he gathered my long locks into one handful before stepping out of his pants.
“I’ve been hard to the point of pain most of the night, Sook. Looking at the damn table where I had you for the first time, seeing so many things in that store that reminded me of you,” Eric began as he shifted our stance, leading me by the hair so that he could sit on the chest at the end of the bed. “You’re going to suck my cock until I come, and then I’m going to fuck you until I stop getting hard every time someone says your name.”
I couldn’t help but moan at his words. I knew that if I said no right now, there’d be no issues between us. There was no doubt he wanted to be blown, but I also knew him well enough to know he’d drop all this and snuggle all night if I said the word.
I kept my fucking mouth shut! Thank you very much!
He led my head to his very erect cock, guiding me but not forcing. He gave me no time for teasing, using one hand to open my mouth. “Put your tongue out,” he said so quietly, I almost missed it.
As soon as my tongue was out, he unhanded my chin and reached for his cock, his other hand still firmly wound in my hair. He placed only the tip in my mouth, guiding my head so that it glided over my tongue. He rocked me back and forth several times before releasing his dick and guiding me farther down it.
My lips automatically closed around his cock, my tongue already caressing every inch I could reach as he moved my head up and down. He kept the rhythm slow and the thrusts shallow as he helped me suck his dick. He talked the whole time; telling me how hard he’d been for me all day, how badly he wanted to bend me over and fuck me right now but my mouth was too good to stop.
I felt him change hands in my hair, and next thing I knew his hand was rubbing slow circles on my ass. His hand guided my head a little faster and deeper right before I felt the first smack to my cheek. It made me gasp and squeak from surprise, but it wasn’t painful – it just made me warm and tingly all over. The next swat made me moan and wiggle in his grasp, and the following one had him unhanding my hair to hold my hips steady.
I took him deeper into my throat as he massaged my ass, which was now at a delicious precipice of pleasure and pain. I increased the suction after the following smack, moaning as if I were possessed. His hands ran up my back, dragging my teddy with it, as he groaned in pleasure.
“You feel so fucking good, Sook,” he breathed. “You like when I smack that ass?” he asked as another swat graced my backside, causing me to moan loudly around his cock.
How a nineteen year old was blowing my other lovers out of the water, I couldn’t guess. All I knew was that I was so happy to have him now.
He grabbed my hair gently again and pulled my mouth from his cock. “Stand up, honey,” he said quietly as he offered me his hand.
I eagerly got to my feet, curious to see where he would take us next. His mouth found mine the moment I was upright, his arms encircling my waist and pulling me flush against him. The kiss was sweet and yet still hungry before it ended too soon.
“Turn around,” he asked as he moved his arms from my waist to my shoulders to guide me.
His hands ran over my legs, back, and ass before he gently pushed on my shoulders to get me to bow. “You deserved to be punished,” he began, and I could hear the smile in his voice. “Bend over.”
And bend me he did.
I rested my elbows on the chest he’d just been sitting on, my ass high in the air. His one hand grabbed my hip as the other guided his cock to my entrance. He ran the head through my folds a few times before letting the tip enter me slightly.
“So wet for me,” he praised, his voice deep and raspy.
“Yes,” I sighed as he began pushing forward.
His hips were flush against my ass only seconds later, his cock so very deep inside me. His rhythm began quick, for which I was grateful; both of us were too wound up for slow right now. His hands didn’t leave my hips as he fucked me, he held me steady as he turned my legs to mush.
“I’m not going to last long this time,” he apologized as his thrusts quickened.
“It’s okay,” I breathed, knowing I wasn’t going to fare much better.
“I wanna spank you again so badly right now, but the moment I feel your ass under my hands, I’ll blow,” he groaned.
“So good,” I moaned, remembering how amazing it felt as his hand stung my ass.
“Shit, Sook, I’m close,” he panted, moving one hand from my hip to find my clit.
The moment he began rubbing circles on my nub, my body exploded. Eric hand to quickly grab my hips with both hands to keep me from falling completely forward as the waves of pleasure flooded me. It was only several thrusts later that I felt him swell within me, his release hitting my pussy in jetting spurts.
We both fell forward onto the chest, his weight heavy but not crushing, as we came down from our high.
“Holy fuck,” I panted with a smile. “I don’t know where you learned how to make love, but I should send those bitches flowers,” I giggled.
“There’s only been one before you,” he chuckled. “I think you bring it out in me.”
“Well… give me five minutes and we’ll see what else I can bring out in you,” I laughed, not entirely kidding.
“Deal,” he smiled against my back before kissing my neck.
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