I plucked the condom from his hands and then placed the condom between my lips, so it was standing. Just before I sunk to my knees, I saw the look of surprise on Eric’s face. Taking his erect penis in my hand, I lowered my head, moving to adjust my positioning, so my mouth was right over the tip. Slowly I used my mouth to roll the condom up the length of his shaft. When he hit the back of my throat, I released and pulled back, pausing to make sure the condom was securely sheathing him. I barely had time to finish my inspection when strong arms gripped me under my shoulders, pulling me back to my feet.
“You’re gonna have to do that move again. Without the condom,” he said against my lips. “But right now I need to be inside of you.” He lowered himself, pulling my legs up around his waist and pushed himself fully inside of me.
“Ohhhh,” I groaned, loving the delicious fullness I always felt when he first entered me. My hands went underneath his arms, to grip his back. I pressed my fingernails into the skin of his back through his T-shirt.
“Shit!” he grunted, grimacing.
I stiffened at the expression on his face. We’ve been in this position enough times thus far for me to recognize his looks of pleasure. This was not one of them. He seemed to be in pain, which he never had before when I pressed my nails into his back.
“What’s wrong?” I asked through pants.
“Nothing,” he responded quickly. Too quickly.
“Eric, are you o?”
My question was cut off by his mouth making contact with mine. He began moving his hips and soon enough any worry I was feeling fled into a distant memory. I was now consumed in a bubble of pleasure, supplied in only the way Eric could. He didn’t start off slowly; he ground his hips into me with the ferocity of a starving man making his way to his first meal in days. My head fell back against the wall, as his continuous ministrations had me feeling weak. He pumped so intensely my head bounced against the wall. Leaning his head down into the space between my shoulder and head, he bit the sensitive flesh there. I squeezed my hands into his back again, and this only spurred him on. I moaned and blubbered some words, I was pretty sure weren’tactualwords, but it didn’t matter at all. The tingling sensation started at my curled toes, worked its way up my calves and thighs and exploding once it reached my core, surging through my belly until it finally burst out of my mouth on a loud yell.
“Erriiiiic!” I yelled his name as if it was a sacred chant because right then it was.
I tightened my knees around his waist when he, incredibly, picked up his pace, pounding hard as he growled into the space of my neck, yelling out his own orgasm. I held onto him, doing my best to provide comfort through his intense orgasm.
We panted for a long while, trying to regain our sanity after that episode. When my feet finally landed back on the hardwood floor, I was grateful for Eric’s heavy body still pressed against me. I was sure I would’ve collapsed in a heap on the floor, otherwise. We stood there, face-to-face for a long while, just staring at one another. Eric’s eyes were conveying something.
I don’t know how long we stood like that, but eventually, our silence was broken by his growling stomach. I giggled. “Worked up an appetite, huh?”
“Seems so,” he answered, pressing a quick kiss to my lips before stepping back.
I watched, licking my lips as he removed the condom and stuffed himself back into his jeans.
“I’ll throw this out.” Turning, he headed toward the bathroom.
When he left the room, I felt as if I could take the first real breath since the moment he arrived. I bent over, stepping into my panties and shorts. I headed back into the kitchen and felt relieved when I remembered I turned the pots on top of the stove off. I made a quick meal of fried pork chops, cheddar mashed potatoes, and sautéed green beans after Eric and I decided we’d stay in that evening. His shift didn’t end until six o’clock that evening, and when he called earlier, he sounded exhausted. I moved to the cupboards overhead, pulling down two plates, as I wondered what restored his energy between earlier and just now. He was like the Energizer Bunny out in the foyer. I still felt the tingling sensations thanks to the orgasms he gave me.
“Mmm,” I moaned when I felt his strong arms envelop me from behind. Leaning back against his broad chest, I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, loving his scent. He smelled like us?of what we just shared?and I couldn’t get enough of the combination of our smells.
“I shouldn’t be thinking about sex while I’m in the kitchen.”
He kissed the top of my head. “Says who?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. Women of decorum.”
He snorted. “Fuck them,” he growled, lowering his head to my neck, kissing it. I tilted my head to grant him better access, on instinct. But when I felt his hands move to the button of my shorts, I shook out of his hold.
“No.” I turned and pointed to him. “We have time for more of that later,” I said, swatting at his hand reaching for my shorts yet again. “You need to eat first. Go sit.”
He frowned, looking at me as if I was speaking a foreign language he didn’t understand.
“I’m serious! Go!” I shooed him away, giggling when he muttered a few curse words under his breath. I grinned and hummed a little to myself all while fixing both our plates. I carried them out to the table. Setting one down in front of an empty chair, I held the other out in front of Eric… but then pulled it just out of his grasp when he reached for it. His face crinkled in confusion.
“Rescue Four arrives on the scene of a two-story dwelling located on a cul-de-sac in which a fire is burning on the first floor. A neighbor approaches the firefighters, telling them details about the fire. What should be the first question the officer of the rig asks him?”
“There are no cul-de-sacs in Williamsport,” he grumbled, now eyeing the plate of food I still held.
“A. Where do you live and what is your address? B. Is there presently anyone inside the residence? C. Did you see any suspicious people around the house before the fire? Or D. How long have the owners lived in this house?” I continued, ignoring his statement.
“Seriously? You turned down screwing again because you insisted on feeding me, but now you’re quizzing me instead of feeding me,” he snarked.
“A, B, C, or D. Answer correctly and you get to eat. And we don’tscrew.”
