N. Walters - Erin’s Fancy

His fingertip brushed the tip of her distended nipple at the same time he pressed another finger against her clitoris. He didn’t move the hand between her legs, but just applied a steady pressure as he continued to lightly brush her nipple. She could feel his cock pulsing in the cleft of her behind. That combined with all the hours of anticipation was too much for her and she felt her body convulsing.

Crying out, she clamped her hand over his fingers between her legs to keep him there. Her body shook as the powerful release washed over her. Finally, when it was over, all her muscles relaxed and she lay quietly next to him. Neither one of them had moved position. His hands were still caressing her, but his touch was more soothing now than arousing.

Turning her head slightly she smiled up at him. She’d never felt this good in her entire life. “Thank you.” Her gratitude was heartfelt and real.

“You’re very welcome, but we’re not through yet.” His eyes were dark with arousal and need, and his hands tightened briefly on her body as if he was afraid she might try and leave him. She could have told him that she had no intention of getting out of this bed until he’d finally made love to her, but decided to show him instead.

Clenching the muscles of her ass, she gripped his cock tight. He hissed an oath between his teeth and his entire body went rigid. His eyes were dark slits as his mouth covered hers in a heated kiss. All signs of play were gone. This was a seriously aroused man and he meant business.

Erin could barely breathe as his mouth plundered hers. Their tongues tasted and tested one another and she knew that she’d never get enough of him. His hands were once again in motion. Two of his large fingers slid inside her slick opening and the sound in her throat was almost a purr in response to his action. Once his long fingers were seated to the hilt, he spread them wide, opening her further. The edge of his palm pressed against her clit. He swallowed her cries as his mouth continued to devour hers.

His other hand continued to shape and mold her breast, and she felt them swell even more with arousal. With his thumb and forefinger, he lightly pinched her nipple. Her body was alive and every inch of her was sensitized. She was overwhelmed by the urge to push.

With his arms wrapped around her like a vise it was hard for her to move, but she managed to swivel her hips slightly and push her breast even closer to his hand. Abel tore his mouth from hers and placed hot kisses across her cheek. When he reached her ear, he swirled his tongue around the outer rim before flicking the inside.

“Abel,” she moaned.

“Tell me what you want,” he ordered as he continued to stimulate her entire body.

“I want you.” Reaching behind her she grabbed his ass and tried to bring him even closer to her.

“You want me to what?”

Erin’s breasts ached and the emptiness between her legs was almost unbearable. “I want your cock inside me.”

His wicked tongue thrust into her ear as his fingers toyed with her nipple. “You want me to fuck you?”

Erin was panting hard now, her entire body vibrating with desire. “Yes,” she wailed. “Fuck me. Now.”

“Hell yes,” he groaned.

She cried out as he pulled away from her, but before she could protest, he drove his cock deep inside her. Her inner muscles clasped him hard as he pulsed within her. Erin closed her eyes. The connection she felt with this man was so intense. It was more than sexual. It was intimate, like having him inside her body, mind, and soul all at once.

He shifted, gripping her waist and pulling her downward until he was seated inside her to the hilt. “Damn, you feel good.” His voice was a low whisper in her ear and she nodded unable to speak.

With one hand on her waist, and the other on her breast, he began to thrust slowly and deeply. Erin could hear his harsh breathing and realized that her own was just as ragged. He pulled out as far as he could go before surging back inside her. She helped him as much as she could but he had all the leverage. The most she could do was lie there and enjoy the ride.

The hand on her waist slid downward until he was touching her clit with one finger. That single touch was enough to send her spiraling out of control and she cried out as she came once again. Abel thrust even harder a few more times before she felt him stiffen. He came deep within her. The hot liquid discharge intensified her own release and she cried out once again.

When they were both spent, they lay boneless against the pillows. Erin felt mellow, yet happy. She stretched her leg that was still draped over his and he gave a half laugh. “You’re going to kill me if you keep that up.” She groaned as he lifted her leg off of his. Her leg had gotten stiff in that position. Then she groaned with pleasure as his fingers dug into the sore muscles and he rubbed the stiffness from them.

“That feels so good.”

“So do you.” He breathed deep as he spoke. “You smell like sex and woman. I can smell myself on you. I like that.”

His primitive words sent a shaft of pleasure through her as they continued to lie there side by side. Neither one of them was in a particular hurry to move. A pang of disappointment went through her and she sighed when he finally pulled out of her. She felt empty without him and turned to face him. As if he understood and shared her feelings, he wrapped his arms tight around her.

Abel rolled onto his back, pulling her with him. Settling herself into the crook of his arm, she toyed with the hair on his chest. Pushing a lock of hair out of her face, he kissed her on the nose. “That was amazing.”

“It’s called spooning.” The words were out of her mouth before she could stop herself.

“What is?” He continued to sift his fingers through her long hair.

“What we just did.” She made little circles around his nipples as she spoke. “I read about it in a magazine.”

“Did you now?” He sounded interested. “What else did you read?”

Keeping her eyes glued on his chest, she concentrated on the motions of her fingers. “There was an article that listed what they said was the best seven sexual positions, and the one we just did was called spooning.”

“What were some of the other ones?”

The fact that he sounded so nonchalant about the whole thing gave her the courage to continue. “They all have different names like scissors and doggy-style, and a whole bunch more.” He stiffened the moment she mentioned the first one, and she suddenly lost her courage to continue.

She felt his chest begin to rumble. It took her a second to realize he was laughing. He rolled suddenly until she was lying flat on her back once again with him looming over her. There was a grin on his face as he cupped her face in his hands and gave her a quick kiss. “The scissors thing sounds painful, but I think I’d like the doggy one. In fact, I know I would.”

Erin could feel the heat rise in her cheeks and knew she was blushing. She tried to avert her gaze, but he captured her face in his hands, making her look at him. He was the epitome of the well-sated and indulgent male as he kissed the tip of her nose.

“We can try anything you want to.” One of his legs covered hers as he leaned over her. His eyes were dark green and serious as he spoke. “The only rule is that you tell me if I do something you don’t like. You can always say no. Understand?”

She nodded and gave him a tentative smile that seemed to satisfy him because he settled back next to her and cuddled her tight. “We’ll work our way through any of the positions you want to try.” His voice was low and sleepy. “And some more you probably never even thought of.”

Promise or threat, Erin didn’t care. Her entire body tingled as her mind conjured pictures of the two of them in various sexual positions. Allowing her hands to drift over the hard planes of his chest, she snuggled closer to Abel.

The heat and exertion made them both drowsy and their conversation trailed off as they both drifted off to sleep wrapped around each other.

It was the heat that finally woke her. The rays of the sun were pouring through the bedroom window, making it hot and uncomfortable. She sprawled on top of the sheets, too lethargic to even move. Stretching slightly, her leg brushed against something hard and firm. Abel. Smiling, she opened her eyes and just stared at him. They were lying close together, but not touching, both of their bodies damp with perspiration.

His hair was plastered to his skull, his chin was shadowed with morning stubble, and his lips were pressed together in a firm line. Even though they were closed now, Erin loved the way his green eyes subtly changed shade, lightening and darkening, depending on his moods. His face was as tanned as the rest of him, evidence that he spent quite a bit of time outdoors. Even resting, his body was a study in rippling muscles and toned flesh. There wasn’t an extra ounce of fat anywhere on the man. Simply put, he was gorgeous.

She sighed, knowing she could easily pass a day just looking at him. But strangely, that was not what really attracted her to him. Even when she was only a kid, Erin had sensed an innate kindness in Abel, as well as a sense of fair play and justice. He always stuck up for the underdog and didn’t tolerate bullies. She’d found that out when he’d stopped several older boys from teasing her about her height and her red hair. Although she’d only been eight, after that incident she’d followed the fifteen-year-old Abel around, openly adoring him. Not once had he ever scolded her for it or made her feel bad in any way.