“Ask me anything, Persephone.” He never uses my full name, and the way he says it now hits home. This is different. “I want to know what you feel and how to make you feel good. And I want you to explore me if that’s what you want. Nothing is off the table right now.”
I blow out a breath. He’s right. We know so much about each other. This is just one more thing to know. We have a chance to learn about this together. There can’t be any mistakes since neither of us have a clue about what we’re doing. I take a breath before I meet his eyes. “I want your mouth on me. On them.”
Eric smiles a slow smile. “Really?”
“Yeah.”
“I can do that.” He moves his hands across my skin again, and my nipples are harder than ever now, tingling when he touches them. And when he leans down and touches one nipple with his tongue, I gasp in a breath. It’s everything I thought that it would feel like and so much more. The sensations from his mouth sink through my skin and lower down, rolling into a need that I can’t explain and can’t shake.
And that was before he flicked his tongue, and I’m arching into him. “Fuck,” I say, though it’s more breath than an actual word. Eric moves to my other nipple, teasing it in the exactly same way, and I realize that I’m wet. Between my legs I’m soaking as if I were touching myself, and we’ve barely gotten to the good part.
I pull Eric’s face back up to mine and kiss the hell out of him. I think that I might be falling in love with him. Is that crazy? A little bit. Is it true? Also yes. Finding the hem of his shirt I pull it up and over because I want to feel his skin on mine. Eric’s body is beautiful—what I’ve seen of it and what I’ve touched of it.
He helps me get rid of the shirt, and skin to skin like this I can’t stop smiling. “Good?”
“Amazing.”
He kisses me hard before pulling back a bit. Fingers tuck into the waistband of my jeans and flick open the button. I lift my hips, letting him pull down my jeans all the way so I’m left in nothing but my panties, which are so small they might as well be nothing. Naked. I’m going to be naked with Eric.
He stops after removing my pants, staring down at me in a way I’ve never seen. Hungry and awed. I’m the one who pushes my panties down my thighs, and he helps me get them all the way off.
“Seph,” he says softly. His fingers drift down my hips and low across my stomach. Desire curls under my skin where his hand rests, and I catch his wrist, moving his fingers between my legs, and he grins when he feels the wetness and heat.
“Touch me.”
He does. Exploring slowly. Dragging his thumb over my clit and exploring my entrance. I gasp when the tip of his finger slips inside, because touching yourself and being touched by someone else couldn’t be more different.
Eric watches me carefully, and he notices when he touches my clit how I move with him, and keeps going. He experiments, moving his fingers in different ways until I moan when his thumb moves in a circle. “Tell me what you feel,” he says.
“More. Harder.”
He does, and I start to shake. I’m so turned on that I might actually come. It takes me way longer alone, but this is Eric touching me, and that fact has me ready to let go. “I’m close,” I tell him. “Please don’t stop.”
“Not on your life,” he says, keeping his fingers moving exactly the way they are. It’s like a spark arcing between two connection points. One moment I’m deep in pleasure and the next that pleasure is roaring. A bright orgasm that hits me fast and makes me gasp. “Ohhhhh,” it’s the only sound I know how to make, and I’m even wetter now than I was when he started.
I look up at him, and he’s staring down at me. While I’m watching he lifts his fingers to his mouth and licks them. He groans and closes his eyes like he’s just eaten a good desert, and I shudder with renewed need. Watching him do that—taste me—is more powerful than I ever could have imagined. “You taste fucking good,” he says. I swear his voice has dropped lower, and now I’m blushing. “And I loved watching that.”
“I want to see you,” I say.
Eric understands what I mean, because he stands up, quickly stripping off his jeans, and then his boxers, and he’s naked in front of me. And he’s gorgeous. The same lean physique that I’ve seen when we’ve been swimming flows down his legs into muscular things, and him. He’s hard and long and this is very, very real.
“Can I touch you?” I reach out for him, and his breath catches when I touch his heated skin. It’s a strange sensation for something to be so hard and so soft at once. It jumps when I run my fingers down the side, and Eric’s eyes are dark, completely focused on me.
He has a condom—because he was prepared—and I watch in fascination as he rolls it on. It makes him look larger. He doesn’t seem small to me, not that I have any experience.
Lying down together, Eric kisses me again, slowly moving us so that he’s between my legs, and he’s pressing against me, guiding himself to my entrance. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he says.
“Go slow.”
He fits himself where he needs to be, and that first press of him makes me close my eyes. It’s so strange and so good. Already I feel full, but I know that this is just the beginning. Eric does move slowly, easing deeper with his hips a fraction at a time.
There is some pain, sharp and brief, and I gasp. But I grab Eric’s arms and tell him to keep going. It feels good and uncomfortable and new. I don’t want him to stop. And he doesn’t, until he’s deep inside me. Deeper than I thought he’d be able to go.
“God, Persephone,” he says when he’s all the way inside me, leaning down so our faces are close. “You feel amazing.”
“So do you.”
Suddenly I’m fighting tears, and I blink them away. I never thought I would be the girl that cries during sex. But it’s not the sex that’s doing it. It’s us. The closeness we have. I can scarcely breathe. As long as I live, I don’t know that I’ll ever feel this again. We’ve bared our souls to each other, and I know that I’ll never be the same.
“Are you okay?”
I nod. My body is easing. Getting used to the feeling of him. It’s an instinct when I squeeze down on him, and he moans. “Do that again.” I do, and he curses. “That feels…fuck.”
Eric moves his hips, and it’s my turn to moan. It’s time. We both feel it. He starts to move, slowly. “Okay?”
“Yes,” I say. “Please.”
A little harder, and there’s a slight edge of pain that’s overridden by the pleasure I’m feeling. I’ve already come so my body is ready to do it again. A breeze blows mist onto us from the waterfall and I shiver.
It feels good. Different than I had imagined.
Eric braces his arms beside me, moving inside me, eyes closed. He’s moving with slow precision, steadily building. Reaching out, I place my hands on either side of his face. He opens his eyes with a start. “You’re holding back.”
“I won’t last if I go any faster.”
I smile, because he’s being sweet. But I want him to feel what I felt. That sweet pleasure and release because of another person. “I don’t care,” I say. “I want you to feel good too.”