Normally it took me a few minutes for my cock to come back to life, but Willow had a possession of me that I couldn’t fight against.
She shifted back on the bed and I followed suit, leaving a pool of my shoes, pants, and boxers beside the bed.
I felt like a predator as I climbed onto the mattress, creeping up on an unsuspecting prey. First, I removed her sandals, making sure to spend a moment massaging the arches of each foot before moving to her calves, where I repeated the motion. She whimpered as I slowly moved up her legs, knowing that I was taunting her with anticipation.
When I reached her upper thighs, Willow parted her legs before me, showcasing the white cotton material between her legs. I paused my perusal and brought my stare up to her red-cheeked face.
Giving her one last chance to end our time together, I asked her, “Are you certain that this is what you want?”
9
Willow
Was I certain that this was what I wanted? No, not really. But did I need to be with him more than my next breath? Absolutely.
Eric’s speech about trusting him and having faith in what our relationship could be had swayed me. He was right. I was putting up walls and shutting him down without even giving him a chance. There was a chance I would end up heartbroken if we didn’t work out, but I knew that until that happened, he would treat me with respect and love.
Love.
There was a very good chance that I was already in love with this man. He had been built up in my mind after our perfect night together that he was placed on a pedestal that no one would be able to attain. Except after just a few hours with him, I knew that I had done him a disservice. He was far better than what I had painted him as.
Not only was he attentive as a lover, but he was also attentive as a friend and partner.
I was taking a chance that, in the end, I hoped was worth whatever misfortune would come my way when we ended.
Eric hovered over me; his strong hands rested on the insides of my thighs just below the point where I wanted him. He waited patiently for my response.
“Yes, this is what I want. You’re what I want.”
“Thank Christ,” he replied as he lifted my skirt to my waist in one swift movement, leaving me exposed in my white cotton panties. I knew that I probably should have worn something sexier, something like lace or silk, but watching Eric’s eyes flame with desire as he focused in on the cheap material, I knew that it wouldn’t have mattered. He wouldn’t care if I wore a trash bag. As he had told me numerous times already, he found me beautiful and sexy however I looked.
I had always brushed off the compliment from other men, but I knew that he meant it when Eric said it. To him, I was more than just a pretty face with a body other women were jealous of. I was simply a woman to him.
Sitting back on his heels, Eric trailed his hands up my thighs and over my hips until he reached the elastic of my panties. He slid them effortlessly down my legs and when I tried to push my knees together, he shook his head. I hated being exposed like this, but as he bent his head, rubbing his nose against my folds, I completely forgot why I disliked it so much.
Closing my eyes, I was transported back to our first night together, and he performed the same oral pleasure. It had been a first for me, previous boyfriends always skipping over that task, and I was nervous and unsure of what to do, but Eric had made sure that every touch, lick, and nip by him was met with satisfaction.
“Eric,” I moaned as I came back to the moment. His tongue was swirling around my sensitive bundle of nerves while he inserted a finger deep within my channel.
My hips gyrated against him, seeking more, and he used his free hand to halt my movements gently.
“I want to feel you,” I moaned as my legs began to quiver on either side of his shoulders.
His warm breath cascaded over my skin as he said, “You will, but I want to get you relaxed first. I want you to come, beautiful.”
I was almost there, so close that my back arched as I pressed my apex against his mouth.
“Eric!” I cried out when the wave finally crashed and I sunk beneath the surface. I felt as if I could not reach the surface, my body quaking with my release until I felt Eric’s gentle hands on my body.
In an out-of-body experience, I felt his hands undo each individual button that trailed down the front of my dress until it parted on either side of my body. I wore no bra with my dress which left my breasts feeling heavy and full as he gazed down at them. If I were a bolder woman, I would grab his hands and place them exactly where I wanted them.
Luckily, Eric could read my mind because one of his hands reached down and cupped one of my breasts, shifting the weight in his palm until the nipple rested between two of his fingers. His touch was soft and tender as he leaned down to place his lips around the nipple of the other breast. The feel of his tongue swirling around the tight bud left me moaning out his name again.
“Eric, please,” I said, rotating my hips against his as he rested his body against mine. His erection teased my entrance as he continued to honor my breasts. “I want to feel you.”
Gazing up at me with eyes that I swore could see my soul, Eric asked, “Where do you want to feel me? Tell me what you want, sweetheart.”
I had never been one for dirty talk, but Eric’s words brought something to life within me. Without shame, I told him, “I want to feel your cock slide deep inside me until I don’t know where you begin or I end. I want you to fuck me so hard that I feel you for days. I want-”
Eric interrupted my speech by adjusting his hips then thrusting his cock deep within my core. I could feel him everywhere, my body in sensational overload.
“Oh my god,” I groaned as I tossed my head back. I felt full, so full of Eric and pleasure.
He hadn’t moved, most likely giving my body time to adjust to his size. Reaching out, I slid my hand down his back until I reached the globes of his ass and gripped it in my palm, urging him to move.
“Fuck. Wrap your legs around me, Willow.” Eric didn’t wait for my body to comply. Quickly he gripped my knees in his large hands and brought my legs around either side of his hips, sliding his hands around to my ankles until I pressed them into his back. The movement caused his cock to move deeper into my channel until I could feel every delightful inch of him filling me up.
“You feel so good, sweetheart. Nothing has ever felt this good.”
I couldn’t form words to respond, but he was right. Sex had never felt this good with anyone else. I wasn’t sure if it was because our bodies just fit so well together or if it was because we had a connection and chemistry, unlike anything I had ever experienced. At that moment, I needed more from him. I needed to feel him on every inch of my body.
“Kiss me, Eric,” I demanded and he readily complied, bending forward to capture my mouth in a searing kiss. Our tongues tangled as they explored each other's mouth and I couldn’t get enough of it.
Finally, Eric began to rock his hips into mine in a slow and steady rhythm. It was too much and yet, not enough. Reaching outward, I gripped the duvet in my fists as I began to rock my hips against his thrusts, our bodies colliding over and over again.
The orgasm hit me quickly and swiftly, my back arching toward the ceiling as I let the pleasure surge through me. Before I had a chance to get my bearings about me, I found my body flipped in the air until I landed on my stomach. Eric lifted my hips until I was resting on my elbows and knees.