God, I was like a horny adolescent again, a slave to the needs of my body. She brought that out of me, a need that I hadn’t felt in so long. Like I might die if I didn’t take her.
I grabbed her ass as I switched my mouth to her other nipple, teasing it with my tongue until it was hard, then biting it very lightly. Erica’s hands had tightened on my shoulders as she rotated her hips, as if searching for something to relieve the ache between her legs.
I finally pulled away from her chest to tell her to get on her hands and knees, but she didn’t give me a chance. With surprising strength, she used the palm of her hand to push against my chest until I was leaned against the back of the couch. Then, she was straddling me.
“I think I’ll go for a wild ride tonight,” she said, and I bucked my hips to show her just how wild it could get.
She kissed me, softer this time, but her tongue went right into my mouth, tasting me as it swirled around my own. While I was tongue-tied, she reached down between us and gripped my cock. Her touch was warm and soft, but it felt like I’d been zapped by electricity as tingling ran up my spine. A single drop of liquid appeared at the tip, and Erica gathered it up with her thumb before rubbing it around the head of my erection, making me slick and so ready for her. I silently thanked God that she started the birth control pill, so there didn't have to be anything separating us.
“Erica, I need you, baby. Right fucking now.”
She didn’t need to be told twice. Lifting her hips, she positioned herself over my quivering cock. I liked this take charge thing she had going on, so I grabbed ahold of the couch cushions on either side of me and held on, letting her do whatever she wanted to me. I wanted her to unleash her passion for me.
Holding herself steady by hanging onto the back of the couch, she lowered herself onto me slowly, stretching herself as she took my entire length in one go. I ground my teeth to keep from groaning loudly, my chest pumping up and down with my heavy breathing.
The feeling of her warm pussy was like coming home.
She didn’t give me much time to brace myself before she started moving. It was a wild ride, indeed. Erica bounced herself up and down on top of me with such vigor that her breasts bounced in my face.
Fuck.How could one woman be this hot?
She didn’t even have to try the sexiness poured out of her. It was in the way she rocked her hips and bit her lip, the way her breathy moans were barely audible but still enough to heighten my pleasure even further. It was in the way her tight channel got wetter and wetter as she got closer and closer to her orgasm.
Then, she did the final thing that pushed me right over the edge and free falling into a pool of ecstasy.
Dirty. Talk.
“Do you feel that, baby? The way that you fill me up with every thick inch,” she was whispering in my ear as our pelvises slapped together repeatedly. “You make me want to come all over your cock.”
“Erica,” her name spilled from my mouth on the hiss as I lost all control. My climax took me, and I lost all sense of time and place. All I knew was pleasure, and it intensified as Erica found her release. I felt her core convulsing around me, and I had to grab her hips, just to ground myself, otherwise I felt like I might float away.
It was several minutes before my climax fully passed. I finally relaxed as Erica collapsed on my chest, her body curling into me. We were still connected at the hips, but even more importantly, I could feel the strongest emotional connection of my entire life. I didn’t give a shit if it made me a sap. As I put my arms around the woman that had just completely rocked my world, I was sure that I had foundthe one.
Twenty-Two
Erica
My fake IDs were ready. I’d missed a call from Hawk during one of my advanced yoga classes, but his voicemail informed me that he would be at The Blue Dog in the evening. So, after my last class of the day, I cleaned up quickly before walking across the street.
The Blue Dog looked the same as always; bikers at the bar, civilians playing pool, a basketball game on TV. I was starting to get used to being here by now and found it almost comfortable.
Hawk was easy to spot, sitting in the same corner as the day I met him. This time he was alone, and there was a sealed brown envelope on the table next to his beer. I sat down at the table across from him, and he slid the envelope over.
“It’s all there,” he said, taking a swig of his beer. “Driver’s licenses, passports, even social security cards.”
I opened the envelope and pulled out the contents. He was right. It was all here, and it looked legit.
“This will hold up to scrutiny from cops? Employers?” I asked, staring down at my smiling face on the driver’s license.
“Yep. You’re golden.”
I smiled. This was exactly what I needed, and well worth the price. I could officially live as Erica Mills now. I could stay in La Playa.
“Thanks,” I said, starting to stand.
“Just curious,” Hawk said before I got the chance to walk away. “Does Trainer know about this?”
I was surprised by his question. He must have seen me around the Outlaw Souls apartment complex when we were staying with Trainer. Had he talked to his friend in the club about me? I felt almost giddy at the thought, like a love-sick teenager.
