N. Walters - Erin’s Fancy

Plucking up a pillow, he guided it beneath her hips. She watched him intently but never once moved to stop him. Pushing himself off the mattress, he stood beside the bed and started to strip off his own clothes. Yanking his t-shirt over his head, he dropped it to the floor beside him before shoving his jeans down over his legs. Bending down, he tugged his jeans and socks off and kicked them away.

He knelt on the bed and positioned himself between her legs. Wrapping his hands around her knees, he then slid them upwards over her silky skin, spreading her thighs wide as he went. Leaning forward, he kissed the inside of her knee before leaving a string of kisses up her long, pale thigh.

When he reached the top of her thigh, he traced the crease with his tongue before performing the same delicate ritual to the other thigh. Erin gave a startled laugh and then groaned. “Ticklish are you?” He gave her a wicked grin.

She reached down and swatted at his hand. “I won’t be responsible if I accidentally kick you,” she warned.

“I’ll take my chances.” Abel wanted to make this good for her. No, he needed to make it great for her. He wanted her to remember only pleasure when she thought back to this day and not the harsh way he’d taken her on the stairs.

Gently, he skimmed the juicy pink folds of her labia. She shuddered and her thighs opened even further. Pleased, he stroked her until he could feel her arousal growing once again. Using one hand to open her wide, he gently teased her clit until Erin was moaning and arching her hips.

“I’ve got to taste you.” Unable to resist, he bent his head and took a deep breath, inhaling the musky scent of her arousal. “God, you smell hot.” His tongue lapped at the folds of her vulva, tasting her exotic flavor.

Erin got tired of waiting and grabbed him by the hair, tugging him to where she wanted him. Abel allowed himself to be pulled higher until his mouth was over the nub of her arousal. Taking his time, he blew gently on her, loving the sound of her voice as she cried out. His tongue flicked out to stroke her clit. Back and forth and round and round he went. Erin’s hips were pumping higher now, her heels digging into the mattress.

He drew the nub into his mouth and sucked as he slipped one of his fingers inside her wet channel. The feeling of her moist pussy closing around his finger made his already growing cock stand completely at attention. Closing his eyes, he sought some small measure of control. He had to have her again. His cock was as hard as stone again and throbbing for release. But, this time, she had to come first.

Easing another finger inside her, he stroked in and out, pressing on the front of her vagina as he did so. Keeping her clit captive between his teeth, he flicked his tongue over the hot button as he moved his fingers deliberately within her.

Her head thrashed from side to side, and she cried out as if in pain. She was so close. He could feel her orgasm rising within her as she mindlessly arched her hips against his hand. Abel worked his fingers in and out of her pussy, moving them faster and driving them deeper.

Erin let go a long, thin scream as she came long and hard. Her thighs clamped tight around his head and he could feel her body pulsing around his fingers. His cock pulsed in time with her inner muscles and he pushed himself hard against the mattress to try and ease some of the painful pressure.

They rode out the storm together and when it was over, Erin’s thighs relaxed once again and dropped open. Her hands fell to the sheets beside her, and her body sank deep into the mattress. Abel sat back on his heels and just stared at her. She was the most erotic creature he had ever seen. The way she responded to him was amazing. A man could certainly become addicted to this.

His own arousal was clamoring at him as she opened her eyes and smiled at him. It was a sleepy, sultry smile that made his cock twitch violently. Abel clenched his teeth and swore under his breath, but Erin smiled her sultry, siren’s smile and held her arms open. “I need you,” was all she said, but it was everything to him.

Picking up her feet, he placed one against either shoulder. She looked startled for a moment and then, slowly but surely, intrigued. Abel needed to give her a sense of control this time because he didn’t know if she was sore from earlier. He wanted this to be about mutual pleasure. Wrapping his hands over her waist, he bent forward and eased his cock inside her. Her wet warmth welcomed him immediately and he shuddered as he forged his way inside. Her inner muscles were still swollen, but she was so wet he was able to seat himself to the hilt with no problem.

For a moment, he just sat there, content to be inside her. Her breasts heaved as her breathing deepened, and he enjoyed the way they moved. Her nipples were large and red, and he reached up and ran his thumb across one of the taut peaks.

“Abel.” Her voice was low, husky, and pleading. He felt himself swell even larger within her.

“Tell me what you want.” He continued to feather her nipple with his thumb.

“I want you hard and so deep that I’ll never forget what it’s like to have you inside me.” Her eyes blazed with passion as she spoke.

Abel was aroused but slightly angered by her words. Jealousy rose within him at the thought of her forgetting him, or worse, having another man inside her. Gripping her waist once again with both hands, he pulled back and plunged deep within her. “You’re mine now and you damn well won’t ever forget me.”

He withdrew again and drove himself hard against her again. “I’ll fuck you until you can’t remember how it ever was without me.” He meant his words as both a threat and a promise. No matter what it took, he decided, he would find a way to bind Erin to him. “You’ll want me whenever you’re not with me.”

He thrust harder and faster. “You’re mine.” He could feel his testicles pulling tight against his body and knew he was close to release. Wrapping one arm tight around her, he moved the other one between their bodies and stroked her clit. He needed her to come with him, but more than that, he needed her to give herself to him totally. “You’re mine,” he told her again.

“Yes, I’m yours.” The softly spoken words sent him over the edge and he came hard. He continued to stroke inside her, not wanting to let go of the intense feeling of release. She came a moment later, her body shuddering and shaking against his. Abel closed his eyes and threw back his head as the powerful wave washed over his entire body. It had never been this good before.

When he finally came back to his senses, he was slumped forward, half on top of Erin. Her legs were bent back towards her head, keeping him from crushing her. Easing himself back and out of her, he straightened her legs before collapsing next to her.

Wrapping her in his arms, he tucked her against his body until her ass was tight against his dick and her head was tucked under his chin. Tired mentally and physically, he released the tension of the morning and allowed himself to drift off to sleep.

Erin wanted to sleep. She felt tired and slightly battered from their intense lovemaking, but was unable to stop thinking about the situation with Abel. It was impossible to imagine the shock and turmoil that he must be experiencing right now. Even she was shocked by the secrets his parents had kept. They had been such a normal family and such doting parents, it was beyond belief to think that they had kept the fact that Abel was adopted from him for all those years.

On one hand, she could understand them wanting to keep his adoption from him, considering it wasn’t a legal one. Indeed, it was more of a sale than an adoption. But on the other hand, Abel had the right to know that he had a not just a brother, but a twin.

Even as a child, Abel had seemed lost sometimes, as if he was looking for some part of himself. She even remembered one occasion when Abel had been playing with Nathan and Jackson, and he’d suddenly grabbed his back and yelled. Abel had fallen to the ground, rolling around and screaming in agony. Erin remembered the incident vividly because it had scared her to death. His parents had seemed worried, but when the doctor had reassured them that nothing was wrong, they had passed it off as psychosomatic. Now Erin wondered if it might have something to do with this unknown twin of his.

So many questions and no answers. Knowing she wouldn’t sleep, Erin carefully eased her body from Abel’s grasp. It wasn’t easy, as he seemed disinclined to let go of her. His arms started to pull her back so she quickly stuffed a pillow in his arms in her place. He frowned in his sleep, and she held her breath, fearing he might wake, but he moved around for a moment before settling back to sleep. When his breathing evened out again, she scooted from the bed.

Her body ached all over, but it was no wonder considering the wild sex they’d had. Sensing that Abel had needed the physical release in order to cope with the mental turmoil within him, she was just glad that she’d been able to give him some peace from his torment. Looking down on him, she fought the urge to crawl right back in bed with him.

Plucking up her bra from where it was hanging off the corner of the bed, she went in search for the rest of her clothing. She shook her head in disbelief as she picked up her shorts and panties on the stair landing and her shirt almost at the bottom. Shaking the wrinkles out of her shirt, she draped it over her shoulder and went back upstairs to take a quick bath. The hot water would ease her sore muscles and give her time to think. There had to be some way she could help Abel find his brother, even if it was only moral support.