“Family isn’t just blood. Family is who we make it. My parents are my family. The guys at my firehouse are my family. And you…you’re going to be my family.” He growled the last part, before his lips took possession of mine. His hand cupped the back of my head, as our tongues dueled. I unfolded my arms, reaching them up around Eric’s neck. He pulled me in tighter by the waist. Feeling his hardness press against my lower abdomen, I gasped.
“Let’s take this inside,” he murmured against my lips.
I hesitated, my brain still foggy from his words and that kiss.
“Angel, don’t think I mind giving your neighbors a show. Open the door or I can pin you to the door and take you right here for all to see.”
Holy shit!I gasped at his words, moisture pooling in my panties. I peered up into his eyes to see they’d darkened, his perfect jaw rigid with tension.
I nodded, then somehow fumbled for my keys in my purse. Once inside, Eric took the liberty of flicking the light on, shutting the door, locking it, and pulled me to him. His lips pressed to mine, again and again. I was lost in the softness of his lips, the hardness of his body, and the pulse of electricity that occurred whenever we touched.
“Which way to your bedroom?” he asked his lips still on mine.
“Down the hall and to the left,” I breathed.
He bent down, swooped me up in his arms, and strolled down the hallway. Kicking the door open, he walked over to my bed and placed me in the middle.
“Where’s the light switch?”
When I pointed to the switch on the wall by the door, he went over and turned the light on, illuminating the entire room.
“I want to see all of you,” he explained. He pulled the T-shirt over his head, and my mouth went completely dry. I struggled to swallow, as I let my eyes drift down over the hard muscles of his chest and the rippling of his six-pack abs as he slowly made his way toward me. I bit my lower lip when his fingers grazed against the inside of my ankle, removing first my right, then left shoe. His hand trailed up my leg along the sensitive skin of my inner-thigh, until it met the seam of my panties. I was never more thankful to have worn a dress in my life. I widened my legs. He leaned down, capturing my lips with his, and I wrapped my hands around the back of his head.
“Ahh,” I gasped when he began rubbing his fingers against my clit through my panties.
“I need you.” His voice was hoarse.
Moving to sit up on my knees so that I was eye level with him, I held his hand to my core and responded, “Then have me.”
From there it was a frenzy, each of us working to undress the other. I felt his hand on my back, pulling down the sides of my dress. My own hands went straight to his belt buckle, fiddling with it, trying to get it undone. I was unable to look down to see what I was doing because I was caught up in yet another one of his kisses. Thankfully, the belt came undone, and I went for the button and zipper of his jeans. By then, he’d pushed my dress down around my waist. He then laid me down again, and stripped me entirely of the dress, leaving me in my strapless bra and black, lace panties. He moved quickly to remove his jeans, but not before pulling his wallet out and placing it on the white wicker nightstand next to my bed. He stepped his long, muscular legs out of his jeans, kicking them aside. Wearing only a pair of boxer briefs, he moved over me on the bed.
He dipped his head again, stealing another kiss. “I can’t get enough of the taste of your lips.”
“I know the feeling,” I laughed, raising up to meet his mouth again. Soon after, he broke the kiss off, moving over my jaw, kissing his way down to my neck.
“Mmm,” I moaned when he bit my earlobe.
Taking my hands in his, he lifted my arms over my head and held them there as he kissed, sucked, and nibbled his way down to my breasts. Once there, he encouraged me to sit up so he could undo the back strap of my bra. My breasts spilled out, nipples tingling and awaiting his hot mouth. Thank God, he did not disappoint. He covered one hard nipple and used his tongue to moisten it, before biting down with his teeth, lightly. He gave just enough pain to make it pleasurable. An electric zap flowed from my nipple down my belly until it reached my core. I threw my head back and moaned when he did the same thing to the other nipple. My legs widened, knees bending, allowing me to raise my hips until my core met with the hardness in between his legs.
“Eric,” I panted and moaned at the same time.
“Shh.” He left a trail of kisses down my belly, stopping to tongue my belly button. My hips shot up, and I pressed my head into the pillow as the feelings of need grew even more intensely. The lower muscles of my abdomen clenched. I inhaled and exhaled in rapid succession, wanting him to move faster, to put out the fire he was stoking.
“Isn’t it your job to put out fires?” I whined.
“Are you feeling hot, Angel?” The rumble of his deep laughter had me growing even wetter.
He sat up in between my legs, placing his palm to my core; the only thing between his skin and mine was the thin layer of lace.
“You are,” he answered his question.
Feeling impatient, I went to sit up, reaching for him, only to be stopped by his large hand. He pressed me back down against the bed with one hand and began removing my panties with the other.
“Let me show you how I put out fires,” he said, lips hovering above my core.
“Ohhh!” I groaned when his tongue made contact with my throbbing clit. He used his tongue to make love to me with his mouth. My toes clenched, and my feet dug into my mattress. I’ve experienced oral sex before, but nothing like this. My pelvis thrust up to meet Eric’s mouth. He said this was how he puts out fires, but I could feel my body temperature rising with each passing second. I struggled for air. His mouth on me could sustain me for a lifetime.
I reached down, placing my hand on the back of his head, holding him in place, out of fear he would move and this marvelous feeling would end too soon. I swear I heard a muffled chuckle, but I was too far gone to know what was going on.
