“Everything go okay in there?” Erik asks. Even though I’ve braced for him to tease me, his question is sincere.
Running my hand through my damp hair, I admit, “I have to get used to all the firsts with you. That was the first time I ever didthatbecause I wanted to.”
He walks up to me, towering over me, and I love it.
“How does it feel to do it when you want to?” he asks, pulling me against him.
“Dirty.” I tilt my head back to see his face and send him a quick smile. “In the best way possible.”
Erik nods his approval. “That’s what I like to hear.” Tugging my towel, he asks, “Mind if we lose this?”
I shake my head, and he whips it off my body, then takes a moment to soak me in.
“You are fucking beautiful.”
My cheeks heat, and his appreciative smile does me in.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I say, pulling on the waistband of his boxers to sneak a peek at the goods. Fuck, even soft his cock is so pretty. “Not bad at all.”
Winking, he pulls out the small, folded stepstool from between the refrigerator and the wall. Expanding it, he sets it on the ground with a pointed look. I grin and step onto it, bringing myself within a few inches of his height.
Erik’s hands come to my face, and the look he gives me is pure heat and affection. I don’t know which one of us moves first, but our lips are on each other in a second.
I’d wondered if last night’s kisses were a one-time thing, but no. We burn with the same amount of passion, wrapped around each other.
As we deepen the kiss, he pulls me from the step stool, and I wrap my legs around his middle, moaning as I press my weeping cock into his belly.
He strides purposefully through Hopper’s apartment, then easily lowers us to the mattress on the floor. Pulling me down on top of him, we kiss until we need to come up for air, panting against each other. I attack his neck, following his moans to discover the most sensitive parts of him, and he returns the favor, using his lips and teeth to leave bruises and light caresses on my skin.
When my hand goes to my cock, he bats it away.
“Straddle my face,” he demands, and I comply immediately. I scoot forward, then think better of it and spin around to face his chest, with my thighs framing his face.
I look over my shoulder, finding his eyes, still feeling a little uncertain, even after being so careful with my prep. Before I can overthink it, he palms my cheeks and fits me down over his mouth.
“Oh fuck,”I breathe out, my vision going spotty.
He runs his broad tongue over my hole, and I jerk, feeling as though I’ve been electrocuted in the best way possible.
He pushes me up. “That okay?”
Still shivering from the shock, I lean forward, placing my hands on his chest to support myself.
“Y-yes,” I finally answer, my voice wrecked. “I’m not too much?”
He chuckles, running his nose up and down my passage. “Not by a long shot, gorgeous.”
I haven’t waxed or bleached since he and Charlie saved me, but he isn’t complaining. In fact, I think he likes it. The thought makes me giggle, which is super embarrassing. I look back, and he gives me a questioning brow.
“Who knew sex could be this fun?” I ask, nearly euphoric.
Erik’s eyes dance. “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.”
With that, he pulls me down again and goes after me like a starving man goes after a steak dinner.
“I fucking love rimming,” I say, enjoying the rumbly laughter beneath me as I try not to fall over dead from pleasure.
The only problem is, even though it builds and builds, I don’t think I can get off from rimming alone. Desperate, I finally grab my cock, jacking myself as fast as I can.
