I’ve been really tryin’, baby
Tryin’ to hold back these feeling for so long
And if you feel, like I feel baby
Then come on, oh come on
Let’s get it on, oh baby
Let’s get it on, let’s love baby
Let’s get it on, sugar
Let’s get it on, woah
~ Let’s Get It On by Marvin Gaye
As much as I like Eric, I am conflicted about starting a relationship with him. I worry that people will think I’m moving on too quickly from Sam. I worry about how all of this will affect Hunter. I worry about the fact that Eric could be stationed somewhere else, or worse, deployed. All of these thoughts had swirled around my head. Rather than freak myself out, I made an appointment with Claudine .
Dr. Claudine Crane is the grief counselor that Hunter and I have seen since a few weeks after Sam passed away. She is absolutely amazing! She never judges; she simply allows us to talk about what we are feeling. She provides wonderful insight into every situation you speak about with her. I called her this morning saying it was an emergency, and she agreed to meet me for coffee during our lunch time. That’s the other wonderful thing about Claudine; she is willing to meet people outside of her office. We met at the Starbucks near the rehabilitation center and I explained to her the recent developments with Eric. Claudine knew of Eric; she’s heard Hunter and I both speak about him before. While drinking my venti nonfat white chocolate mocha (WHAT, you gotta have the whipped cream!), I put all of my issues about Eric and my relationship on the table. Claudine sat listening until I finished with a sigh, and then she started laughing at me.
What the fuck?!?!?! Before I could get pissed, Claudine calmed me down. She said it was normal to have concerns about my relationship with Eric. I was right to be cautious about entering into a new relationship because of Hunter; that just shows that I’m a good parent because I worry about my son more than myself. But she asked me to not sabotage my relationship with Eric because of what other people might think. Claudine reminded me that I was in charge of my happiness, not others. If being with Eric made me happy, that’s all that mattered. Then she addressed my concern about his being in the military, she reminded me that accidents happen all the time to people with supposedly “normal” jobs. She asked me why I would worry about something that may never happen. Like I said, she’s amazing!
I am so happy Eric asked to come over tonight. I’ve missed him, and after my talk with Claudine today, I really wanted to see him. It took everything I had to not jump him when he walked in. I honestly think it’s impossible for him to look bad. Tonight, he’s wearing track pants and a t-shirt; I know he came here from the gym. Listening to him talk was surreal; I didn’t realize he had the same worries as me. I felt like I was having déjà vu, because the conversation was very similar to the one I’d had with Claudine earlier today. Wanting to comfort him, I straddle his lap and kissed him softly. Of course, when our lips touch it is like fireworks in the sky; one minute the sky is silent and calm, the next colorful bursts of light flash through the sky with a thunderous noise.
His lips moving against mine are soft and full; I could nibble and kiss on them for hours. He growls deep in his chest as I move against him, his hands hold my hips firmly to pull me tighter against him. The wonderful thing about track pants is that I can feel ALL of him. I wonder if that thing comes with a surgeon general’s warning…
“Sookie,” Eric growls, “you need to stop that if you don’t want this to go any further.”
I kiss my way up his neck, wet, open-mouthed kisses that cause him to shiver in my arms. His skin tastes amazing; even though he showered, there is a slight salty taste that lingers. My lips move to his ear so I can whisper, “Who said I want to stop?” I flick my tongue inside his ear and then suck his earlobe between my lips. I alternate between gently nibbling and sucking on his earlobe. I swivel my hips in a slow circle, gyrating against his hardness. The slick fabric of his track pants enhances the sensation of his hardness rubbing against my heat and I cannot help the moan that escapes me.
“Sookie,” Eric says more forcefully. His hands fist into my hair, pulling me gently away from his body. His face looks pained, and I can’t help the confusion I feel. “I don’t have any condoms,” he mumbles angrily. Oh fuck!
It’s been over two years since I’ve had an orgasm caused by another human, so I haven’t had to worry about birth control. Hell, even before Sam left I had stopped taking the pill because we were trying to have another baby. So to realize that I was being cock-blocked by our lack of birth control made me want to cry. Like I said, two years since I’d had an orgasm that wasn’t self-induced. While I wouldn’t say I was sexually starved, masturbation and sex toys can only do so much. Feeling Eric’s nuclear missile in his pants but knowing I wouldn’t get to enjoy it was the cruelest joke of all.
I carefully move myself off of Eric’s lap so as not to hurt him. Looking down I cannot help but giggle. I know the expression is pitching a tent, but DAY-UM! That’s a teepee, maybe even a wigwam!
“I’m sorry,” I say still chuckling, “I’m not laughing at you. I’m just….it’s…well, it’s been a while for me and…ohmyGodyou’rehuge!” I blurt out all as one word. I cannot believe I just said that! I feel the flame spreading across my face as I turn the brightest color red possible and bury my face in my hands. I am so embarrassed!
Eric barks out a laugh and tugs my hands away from my face. When I sneak a glance at him, I see he has that cocky grin on his face. Why does that look make me want to lick every inch of his face? Oh my God, will someone please turn the hose on me?!?!?!
He leans over to brush some hair behind my ear. “As much as I don’t want to stop, we have to. I don’t want to rush this. I know you haven’t been with anyone but your husband for years. As for me, I was tested with the PT exam; I’m clean. But I don’t want to take any chances.” I nod my head in agreement. Even though he’s clean, an unplanned pregnancy is the last thing either one of us needs.
“I haven’t been on birth control in years. I would feel more comfortable if we waited until I have that taken care of,” I say as I turn my head to kiss his palm. He nods in understanding as his hand skims along my skin. His eyes drift down my body stopping to lock on my chest. Since I’m not wearing a bra, my nipples are standing at attention through my t-shirt. He licks his lips in anticipation. He leans towards me but stops, flopping against the back of the couch and groaning in frustration.
“I should go,” he says with his eyes closed. I make a sound of protest and he opens his eyes to look at me. “Sookie, I want you so fucking much. If I stay, I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop.” Eric leans over to kiss my forehead. “Good night Sookie.” He stands upright and turns to leave.
I grab his hand before he can step away. He looks at me with a raised eyebrow. “I don’t want you to go.” Before he can protest, I scramble to my feet so I’m standing before him. “Eric, you’re spun up; I’m spun up. I don’t know about you, but I’m not going to be able to go to sleep like this. I’m going to toss and turn all night unless I do something to take care of it.” Did I just admit out loud that I masturbate? I really should be committed to a mental institution for my lack of brain to mouth filter. But I hurriedly continue before he can say anything. “And something tells me that,” I say pointing to his groin which seems to be twitching in his pants, “isn’t going to go away any time soon.”
“What are you saying?” he asks hoarsely.
“There are other things we can do besides sex,” I say with a blush. I’m not a prude, but I’ve never been one to vocalize the things I do behind closed doors. I step into his body and feel his penis throbbing against my stomach. I grin up at him impishly, “After all, I am a nurse; it’s my job to help those that are hurting.” I slip my hand between our bodies so I can slide my hand up and down the length of the beast that resides in his pants.
“You are playing with fire, Lover,” Eric hisses, but thrusts his hips so he is pressing harder into my hand. I curve my hand around him as best I can, but his pants won’t allow me to encircle him fully. Eric growls, and pulls away from me. Before I can say anything he grabs me in a fireman’s hold over the shoulder and strides towards the stairs. He has one arm wrapped around my legs; the other hand is rubbing sensuously against my bottom. It’s only fair that I reciprocate since I am watching the way his ass clenches and releases as he takes the stairs two at a time. I slide my hands down his back and squeeze his muscular bottom. I’ve never really been a butt girl, but I think Eric’s can convert me.
He enters my room and drops me on the bed. Instead of joining me, he turns to close and lock my bedroom door. Thank God he did that, since Indy is staying with us, he has a tendency to sleep on my bed with me. Having a dog interfere with naked time is a complete and total mood killer.
Moonlight filters in through the curtains and I see Eric toeing off his shoes. I lean up on my elbows to watch him undress. His hands grip the bottom of his t-shirt and slowly raise it over his head, revealing his well-defined abs, chest, and arms. My mouth waters watching the play of his muscles as he tosses his shirt to the side. I have a mental picture of me on top of Eric, riding him as if he were my own personal bucking bronco, my hands circling his biceps to support myself. I can see it so clearly that I moan wantonly.
“Quiet, Lover,” Eric commands as he moves towards the bed. He climbs up so that he is resting on his hands and knees over my body. His dog tags hang down between us. His voice is husky as he continues, “You knew I was on edge and then you decide to poke the bear further. Within the span of two minutes, you planted images of you masturbating in my head as well as you dressed as a sexy nurse. Now, all I can see is you dressed as a sexy nurse…masturbating…and I’m watching.” His eyes roll back into his head and he shivers as the images move through his mind. I too can picture his words, and I have to say, the image is arousing.
I grip Eric’s dog togs in my hand and pull him down for a kiss. His lips move against mine passionately, his tongue licking my lower lip, seeking entrance to my mouth. My tongue sneaks out to touch his teasingly. I feel Eric lower himself against my body; his weight pressing me into the mattress. It’s exhilarating and comforting all at once. I wrap my arms around him to pull him tighter against me. His hips press into me, the movement of his hips matching the thrusting of his tongue in my mouth. I tear my mouth away from his so I can gasp for breath. He chuckles softly as he places kisses from the corner of my mouth, down my chin and neck, and along the neckline of my t-shirt. His hands move down to the hem of shirt, sliding underneath to rub along my stomach and ribs. I think he is going to lift my shirt, but instead his mouth descends to my covered nipple and I arch into him. His mouth is so hot; the heat sears me through the cotton of my shirt. He is sucking on my nipple, working it into a pebbled peak with his teeth. My hands move into his hair and my legs circle his hips; rubbing my wet heat against his hardness. I’m so turned on by this that my pants are now soaked.
Suddenly Eric is pulling the clothes from my body, frantic in his movements to have me naked. My shirt is flung across the room. He moves off the bed, his hands hooked into the waist of my pants, pulling them down my legs and dropping them on the floor at his feet. He quickly strips himself of his pants, his eyes never leaving my body. For all of his eagerness to have me naked, he stops moving once his body is as nude as mine.
His eyes move over my body, and I feel the urge to cover myself. I’m not overweight by any means, but I’m not exactly skinny either. My body is never going to be as small as it was before Hunter was born. I fidget on the bed and it seems to snap Eric out of his daze.
“Sookie, you’re beautiful. Don’t hide your body from me.” His hand moves and begins stroking his cock. “Do you see what you do to me? Don’t you see how much I want you?” Why does he get to touch himself? I should be the one doing that.
I move to the edge of the bed, resting on my knees. This puts me at eye level with Eric. I smile softly as my hand covers the hand on his penis. “Please, I want to do that.”
Eric nods as our joined hands continue to stroke him. When our hands reach the tip, his hand moves off his cock, while mine moves down his length again. Instead of his hand falling back to his side, it moves between my legs. “Spread your legs,” he commands. Once I comply with his request, his fingers slide through my folds. His fingers move from my entrance to my clit, circling my nub with his fingers, pinching it gently before pulling his hand away. I’m moaning from the sensation and I gasp in shock as Eric brings his hand to his mouth. He licks his fingers before sucking on each one in his mouth. He hums in approval, though I’m not sure if it’s from me stroking his penis or from the taste of my arousal. I hope it’s both.
“Sookie, stop,” Eric commands harshly as his hand stills mine. I don’t understand, was I doing something wrong? He must see the confusion on my face, because he leans forward to kiss me sweetly. “Lie down, Lover. I want to take care of you first, I want to taste you. Will you let me?” His hands slide through my hair to pull me forward for a kiss. Oh my, if he kisses my lips like this, I can only imagine what he’ll do down there. Yikes, yahoo, yum!
I pull away from Eric’s lips to whisper against them, “I want to taste you too.” Where the hell is this coming from? I only did this a handful of times with Sam, mainly when it was a special occasion. And he never reciprocated, not that I expected it, but if I was going down on him, it would have been nice for him to return the favor!
Eric captures my lips again in a voracious kiss, one hand in my hair, the other moving to the small of my back to press me against him. My hands move to hold his butt, it feels even better naked. After a few minutes of kissing and rubbing against each other, Eric lifts me to stand beside the bed. He climbs back on the bed and lies down in the center. He crooks his finger at me, gesturing for me to join him. I climb on the bed, sitting on my knees next to him.
“Straddle my face, Lover. You can face the wall, holding on to the headboard, or you can face the other way. Whatever you are most comfortable with,” Eric tells me sincerely. I move next to his head, and then lift my leg so that I am straddling his face, facing the length of his body. I hear Eric inhale deeply, followed by a low groan.
“You smell fucking amazing Lover,” he tells me before I feel his tongue slide along my lower lips. His fingers spread me open, and his tongue licks me from my entrance to my clit. I moan; that feels incredible. My body rocks back and forth on his face as his tongue and fingers bring me pleasure I have never felt before.
My eyes lock on his swollen penis. I don’t know how well this will work, but I want to try. I lean forward, bracing myself on one arm so I can reach him. Sensing my movement, Eric grips my hips so that I don’t move off his face. I won’t be able to reach all of him this way, but it’s better than nothing. Using my free hand, I grab hold of his gracious plenty so I can lower my lips to encircle his tip. I wish I could reach more; I’m fascinated by how soft his skin is, but how firm he feels. My hand moves up and down his length, squeezing, stroking, fondling. My tongue circles his head, lapping at the slit, enjoying the salty taste that slowly leaks out. Eric moans as he twitches in my mouth. The moaning causes vibrations against my clit, causing me to hum around the tip of his cock.
“Sookie,” Eric warns as he plunges two fingers into me. His cock falls out of my mouth as I gasp at the sensation. His fingers stretch me, rubbing against my walls. His fingers plunge in and out at a fast pace, forcing more wetness to flow from my body. I’m so slick that Eric works a third finger into me easily. I feel so full; it’s incredible. I lean down again to take his cock into my mouth again; I need something to prevent me from screaming in pleasure. Leaning down changes the angle of Eric’s fingers inside me and he is rubbing a spot I’ve never felt before. My walls are fluttering and I’m trembling as I feel the orgasm rush through my body. More of my arousal flows from my body, and Eric eagerly laps up every drop, his hands having moved to hold my thighs to keep me in place. Moaning around his cock, I hollow my checks to suck harder. My hand pumps up and down his cock, squeezing slightly each time I reach the base. I can tell Eric is close because he is thrusting into my mouth, trying to sink further into my throat. I slide him as far into my mouth as I can, humming around his length as my teeth scrap lightly along his length as I slide back up to his tip and then repeat the procedure. My hand moves to his balls, massaging them in my hand before pinching them slightly, causing them to tighten before he releases into my mouth.
“Sookie,” Eric moans against my clit as the first drops of his cum hit my tongue. I slide his cock back out of my mouth so that I am sucking only the tip, swallowing every precious drop of his release. When he begins to soften in my hand, I release him from my mouth. I shift against Eric’s hands and he lets go. I rearrange myself on the bed so that I am lying on my side next to Eric, my head resting on the pillow next to his, with a goofy grin on my face.
Eric rolls to his side, putting his arm across my hip. He has the same goofy grin on his face. He leans forward to kiss my lips gently. I can taste myself on his lips, and I moan softly. Eric pulls back slowly, his hand moving up my body to cup my check. “I wish I could stay,” he murmurs.
I nod my head as best I can. I would love for him to stay so we can do this throughout the night, but it is too soon. Plus, I don’t think I’m ready to explain to Hunter why Eric spent the night. Eric kisses me one more time before climbing out of my bed. He dresses himself quietly in the moonlight. I too climb out my bed to dress, but I put on my pajamas for the night, a pair of lounge pants and tank top, instead of my discarded clothes on the floor. Once Eric is dressed, he unlocks the bedroom door and steps outside. I hear him quietly chuckle. When I poke my head through the doorway I see Indy lying at the top of the stairs pitifully. I open Hunter’s door and Indy walks in. He climbs up on Hunter’s bed, circles twice before curling up in a ball to sleep. I leave the door open as I walk downstairs with Eric. He stops with his hand on the door, looking back at me intensely.
“If I kiss you again, I’m not leaving,” Eric says.
I nod my head in understanding. “Goodnight Eric,” I say from the bottom of the steps. If I walk any closer to him, I’ll end up kissing him,
“Goodnight Sookie.” He quickly opens the door and strides outside. I hear the rumble of the Corvette’s engine start a moment later. I look through the glass window beside the door to watch him drive away. I lock the front door, walk upstairs, and climb into bed. I fall asleep quickly and have the best night’s sleep that I’ve had in years.