Hungry For Your Love Chapter 8

Thanks again for all the reviews, alerts and favorites! I’ve tried to get back to everyone, but if I didn’t don’t hate me! I would also like to thank everyone for their well wishes and thoughts – I just love you all.

Oh, and real life – being the greedy fucker that it is – demands that I actually spend some time this week working on homework, so it might be a bit before I post anything after today. But I promise it won’t be too long!

Thanks to MissyDee and BaltiK for being allstar betas!

Disclaimer – I don’t own any of these characters, Charlene Harris does… and she’s a lucky, lucky gal.

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EPOV

Not much is spoken between us as we wait for the tub to fill, though the silence is not uncomfortable. We steal glances at one another and smile each time our eyes meet; this should feel awkward, but it doesn’t. There’s anticipation and curiosity floating between us; her facial expressions tell me she’s feeling exactly what I am, but no awkwardness.

Finally the tub is ready and it’s time to undress. As much as I want to undress her myself, now is not the time for that; one look at her face tells me we’re on exactly the same page. This seems to be a trend with us, one that I enjoy immensely.

Our eyes are locked on one another’s as we begin to shed ourselves of our clothing. This is possibly the most sensual and romantic moment I’ve yet to experience, and I’m powerless to stop my erection. I’ve tasted, touched and fucked every inch of this woman. Granted, it’s been years since I’ve done it last, but my body remembers vividly the pleasure her body brings it.

We each strip slowly, savoring this moment. Once we’re both sans clothing we stand there for a moment, just taking in the scenery. We’re both breathing shallowly, eyes wide, hunger clearly written on both our faces. I may not be able to see my own face, but I’m craving this woman right now, no fucking way it doesn’t show.

After a few moments of ogling one another, I step backwards into the tub, never breaking eye contact, and extend my hand to her in invitation. She accepts with a smile; I guide her into the tub safely and lower myself into the water. I sit with my back against the wall opposite the spout as Sookie lowers herself with her back facing me. She turns on the jets and relaxes back against my chest. Instinctively my arms wrap around her and she sighs softly.

We hold each other for a while, I lose track of time while I’m with her, as we talk about all that was wrong with my marriage. I know it’s not the most romantic conversation, but she wants to know what it was about my relationship with Felicia that made me so unhappy. I can’t help but hope she wants to know what not to do when we get together. Yes, when, not if. I’m not letting her go again. Holding her in my arms right now, all naked and warm, has solidified that.

So I spill everything to my first love. I tell her about the boring sex, the shitty mothering, the laziness that she displayed in being a stay at home mom, the fights over money, the stupid nicknames, and her jealousy of every woman in the world – especially of Sookie herself. I give it all to her, every single thing that made me wonder what I ever saw in my wife.

“If I’m being honest with myself, I can admit that what I did was settle. Yes, I loved her in the beginning, but it was never the kind of love I felt for you,” I admit quietly. “Hell, if it had been a fraction of what I felt for you when we were together, I could have easily dealt with the rest – except the shitty mom part.” There’s no way to deal with that.

“Who doesn’t want their kids?” she muses aloud. “She doesn’t even know how fucking lucky she is. Does she even understand that some women would kill to be a mother and may never get to?” The sadness in her voice is unmistakable.

“You still want kids, don’t you, honey?” I know the answer, but need to hear it out loud. While I’d refused to have another child with my wife, I find myself wondering if it would be possible for us to have kids if this works out.

“I do, and I realize that it’s probably not going to happen for me. I’ve made about as much peace with it as I can,” she sighs deeply. “What I can’t understand is how a woman can have two wonderful boys like yours and not want them. If those were my boys I’d all but follow them around like a lunatic trying to make sure they were happy and had all they need. That bitch can’t even be bothered to ask about them when they’re sick.”

“Holy fuck, Sook. I didn’t even realize that she never asked about the boys! I mean, I know she was busy with Mr. Ed and all, but still.” No shit, how could a mother not inquire about her sick kids?

“How fucking sad is it that I’m so used to her bullshit, I didn’t even notice,” I muse aloud.

“Whatever ends up happening with us, Eric, I want you to know I’m glad you’re not going to be with her anymore. That woman’s an asshole and you deserve better. Hope you don’t mind me saying so.”

I assure her I don’t mind in the least. Felicia is an asshole. Pony tricks aside, she’s a shitty wife and mother. I ask her if we can change the subject and she tells me that as long as I don’t need to talk this out anymore, she’d be happy not to hear about “that woman” anymore.

We fall back into a comfortable silence as we sit there holding each other. I’ve got my arms around her waist, just under her breasts while she’s holding onto my thighs, rubbing them ever so lightly. I ask her to turn off the jets and hand me the soap; she does so without question. I know I’m about to torture myself, but I really want to feel more of her.

Every fucking inch of her, if she’ll let me.

I pour some soap in my hands and I’m immediately assaulted with the smell of vanilla and honey. No wonder she smells good enough to eat.

I gently, and very slowly, wash her starting at her shoulders. I massage her shoulders as I cleanse her skin, moving down her arms as I go; I’m kneading and caressing every inch of her I touch. I ask her to lean forward and I wash and massage her beautiful back. She may not be as thin as she was last time I touched her like this, but in so many ways she’s even more beautiful than before. By California standards she’s fat; by my standards, there’s never been a more beautiful woman than my Sookie.

I bring my hands slowly up her back and under her arms to pull her gently so she’s flush against my chest again. I wash her neck and the area above her breasts slowly. It’s the moment of truth; if I continue washing her, I’m fairly certain I’m not going to be able to stop at only touching her for hygienic purposes.

I can still hear the iPod going in the other room, and the song that comes on as I’m debating how farther to take this makes me laugh out loud. The irony of this moment is killing me.

Sook asks me to share what’s tickled my funny bone. “Well, I can’t tell you how many times I’ve listened to this song as the reason NOT to contact you.” She says she confused so I explain further, “I’ve wanted to come home to see you, touch you – anything – for so long now. Especially in the last few years as my marriage got worse and worse.”

She asks what stopped me, and I explain that I knew she was married and that I didn’t want to move back there – my life was here. I have my boys, my bar, etcetera. “But I’ve always wanted to see you again, and I’ve always wondered what might have been.”

She tilts her head up towards my face and whispers, “When you’re ready, if you’re ready, we won’t have to wonder anymore, baby. We can find out what is, and never worry about might have been again.”

My hands had been stalled just above her breasts while we were talking, but as the truth of her words sink in, my hands are on the move. I slowly bring my hands to the sides of her full breasts, sliding around them and under them, giving her every opportunity to stop me if she wishes.

When the red light never appears, I begin circling her breasts with my fingers, working slowly towards the nipples. When my fingertips finally graze her already hardened buds, her breath hitches and she moans softly. I begin teasing them, softly working the lather around her peaks just barely brushing them.

“Eric,” she sighs, and I know she wants more.

Never one to want to disappoint a girl, especially this girl, I begin to pinch and roll her nipples between my fingers. I tug, rub, and tease her perfect nipples until she’s panting and my dick is aching.

I slowly slide one hand down over her belly, again giving her time to put on the brakes, and make my way towards the Promised Land. It becomes obvious that she’s not going to stop me when she shifts so that she can sling her legs over each of mine, allowing me much better access to her pussy.

In the back of my mind, I know that this should feel wrong. I mean, I’ve only been separated from my wife for a matter of hours. The problem is nothing about this feels wrong. It’s as if my body instinctively remembers hers. As my fingertips tease the outside of her folds, I remember how this used to make her frantic with need. Her panting and wiggling are proof it still does.

She turns her head to start kissing along my collarbone and throat; her kisses are wet, warm and a little bit frantic. The hand I kept on her breast hasn’t stopped moving, and the one near her pussy is inching closer and closer to her entrance.

“Sookie, honey, I want you so badly.” I emphasize my point by grinding my erection against her back. “If we start this, I’m not going to want to stop. You have to tell me you’re okay with this, Sweetcheeks.”

She turns her body slightly so that she can look me in the eyes. “I’m more than okay with this, baby. So much more than okay, as long as you’re sure you are.”

I don’t bother with words. I simply crash my lips to hers to show her just how okay with this I really am. When we break to breathe, I whisper in her ear “I’m never going to let you go, my Sookie, never, ever again. If we do this, there’s no going back, honey. You know this, right?”

“I know, baby, I know. Please, baby, I don’t ever want to be without you again.” She begins to laugh, “It fucking sucked without you.”

I would have to agree with that, but instead of voicing my thoughts, I simply kiss her again as I begin circling her clit with my fingers. She’s moaning and wiggling against me just from this simplest touch and if she doesn’t come soon, I might just come before her. I haven’t come from dry humping someone since I was a kid, and that was before Sook and I slept together the first time, but the way she feels grinding up against my painfully hard cock is going to drive me over the edge soon.

I continue playing with her perfect breasts, as I shift the hand that’s playing with that glorious pussy. I run two fingers along her folds, parting them gently before sliding them inside her.

“Fuck, Sookie,” I groan. “You’re so fucking tight. How can you still be so fucking tight, baby?”

My breathing picks up as I begin sliding my fingers in and out of her slowly, relishing in the fact that she feels as tight as she did when we were kids. Fucking my wife was like fucking a warm glass of water – and I have a huge cock. The sad part is I can’t even blame it on her having the boys because they were born by caesarian section – she just has a loose pussy.

I curl my fingers up inside her, searching for that spot I was always able to find within her – that one that makes her scream. I know I’ve found it when her body tenses and she lets out a long, loud, guttural moan.

The more I rub that spot, the more she moans and writhes against me. “Jesus fuck, Sook,” I moan. “You’re gonna make me come if you keep that up.” Between the tightness in her pussy, and the way she’s rubbing against me – I’m going to fucking lose it soon.

I need her to come, like now. I redouble my efforts and begin pumping in and out of her faster while using my thumb to rub her clit hard and fast; I haven’t stopped the assault on her breasts, either. I begin kissing, licking and gently biting her neck as I bring her closer and closer to her finish. She’s moaning near constantly and I can feel her walls beginning to spasm around my fingers.

I nip her ear gently and whisper against it, “Come for my, my beautiful girl. Show me how good I make your tight pussy feel.”

That does it. With a scream, her whole body stiffens and her walls clamp down on my fingers so hard for a moment, I’m honestly scared she’ll break them. I hold her tightly and continue to pump in and out of her as she rides out her orgasm. She’s breathing hard, but thankfully no longer rubbing against me; as much as I want to come right now, I don’t want to do it against her back and simply from her rubbing up against me.

When her walls are just barely still fluttering, I remove my fingers and kiss her neck softly.

“You’re so gorgeous when you come for me, Lover. I’ve missed watching you scream for me as I make your tight pussy come hard.” My words are only making the ache in my dick worse, but I can’t seem to resist.

“Only for you, Eric,” she pants. “I’ve only ever come that hard for you.”

That fucking does it! I need her, and an orgasm or ten, now.

“Sookie, I need you, my lover,” I kiss her neck again before standing and exiting the tub. I grab a towel to dry us off with and offer her my hand to assist her in getting out; I’m floored when she shakes her head no at me.

I cock an eyebrow at her in question. Her response is to crook her finger at me, beckoning me to come to her. Who am I to deny this gorgeous girl? I step forward just as my Sookie gets onto her knees in the tub.

Dear God, please…please let this woman be planning to suck me off. I’ll never ask for anything again. Just, please.

Apparently God is in the mood to grant wishes today, because Sookie grabs my rock hard cock firmly around the base and sucks the tip into her hot mouth.

I groan, loudly, at the sensation – it’s almost enough to make me come right then as she sucks hard but still manages to swirl her tongue around the head at the same time.

“Ungh, Lover, you’ve learned some new skills.” I grab her head gently, and work to gather her hair into something I can easily hold onto.

When she removes my dick from her mouth, I honestly let out a sob-type noise. “You like that, baby? You like the way I suck the head of your huge, hard cock?” All I can do is nod. “Would you like me to suck more of your cock, Eric?”

When I nod at her again she removes her hand from me, causing another sob noise to escape me. “Tsk, tsk, Eric. I need to hear you say it,” she clucks her tongue at me. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

“Fuck, you’ve changed in the best possible way! Suck my hard cock, my beautiful Sookie, make me come hard for you.” I run the backs of my fingers over her cheekbone gently, “Make me come screaming your name, Lover, remind me of what I’ve missed all these years.”

Sookie takes hold of my cock again and descends upon it like she’s starving for it. In one motion I’m taken almost all the way into her mouth; no one’s ever had me this deep before – not even her.

“Jesus FUCK! Sookie, oh my god, ungh!” I yell, yes yell, at the ceiling – nearly blowing my load.

Her laughter causes a humming around my dick that makes me moan loudly and causes my hips to thrust forward. I don’t want to choke my girl, but I can’t fucking control it. This feels so damn good, my hips have a mind of their own.

Now I’d like to be able to tell you that I’m a master of self control and am able to let her suck my cock for hours. But I can’t. Yeah, she hasn’t even been sucking me off for five minutes and I’m ready to blow. I’m moaning near constantly, my hips pumping to fuck her hot little mouth while trying not to choke her.

I can feel the tingling in my balls starting and know I’m not going to be able to hold out much longer. She must sense this too, because next thing I know she grabs my hips firmly, stilling my movements, and takes me all the way down her throat.

“Ungh, ohhhh…Sookie!” I shout again. When I feel her rubbing her tongue along the base of my cock I fucking lose it. I come harder than I can ever remember, shouting her name and praises to God, heaven, Buddha and any other deity out there. Hell, I come so hard I see stars and damn near fall on my ass.

God bless this woman! She swallows every drop I give her, moaning with pleasure the whole time. When the spasms have finally stopped and the river of come has dried up, she proceeds to lick me completely clean.

I’m in fucking awe of this woman. “Sookie, my beautiful, amazing, girl!” I exclaim as I pull her up out of the tub and back into my arms, where she belongs.

“Holy fuck, honey, that was amazing.” Shit, up until tonight, she gave the best blowjobs of my life but she just blew all previous ones right out of the water. I tell her so and of course she blushes as she laughs at my pun.

Her blush has my dick twitching again, so I quickly dry us off and sweep her up into my arms bridal style. I carry her to the bedroom just as her favorite song from back in the day begins to play.

I’m done ignoring the signs, and know as I carry this woman into the room to make love to her that I’ll never be apart from her again.

“What Might Have Been” by Little Texas

Sure I think about you now and then
But it’s been a long long time
I’ve got a good life now I’ve moved on
So when you cross my mind

I try not to think about
What might have been
‘Cause that was then
And we have taken different roads
We can’t go back again
There’s no use giving in
And there’s no way to know
What might have been

We could sit and talk about this all night long
And wonder why we didn’t last
Yes they might be the best days
We will ever know
But we’ll have to leave them in the past

So try not to think about
What might have been
‘Cause that was then
And we have taken different roads
We can’t go back again
There’s no use giving in
And there’s no way to know
What might have been

That same old look in your eyes
It’s a beautiful night
I’m so tempted to stay
But too much time has gone by
We should just say goodbye
And turn and walk away

And try not to think about
What might have been
‘Cause that was then
And we have taken different roads
We can’t go back again
There’s no use giving in
And there’s no way to know
What might have been

No we’ll never know
What might have been

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I promise this will be the last cliffy! Only one or two chapters left kiddies. While I could write this forever, I need to finish it so that my muses can get a break and get back to my other stories. I’m thinking of doing an outtake so that we can hear the conversation between Sookie and Izzy on their walk earlier tonight – but that will only happen if there’s enough demand for it.

Let me know…

Love and hugs to all – thanks for taking this journey with me!

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