Chapter 18

Chapter 18
He swelled between my legs, teasing me with his size. In short, hard strokes, he ran himself against me until I couldn’t handle anymore.

“Let me... let me help you,” I said, reaching down and undoing the first button on his fly. The pressure he put on his own jeans made the rest a little harder to manage, but when I got so angry desperate that I just yanked, they all fell open. “Oh! Oh yes!”

Sliding my hand inside his pants, I relished the heat filling my palm. Even through stretched-tight boxer briefs, his skin burned, and as I stroked, he grew and grew until I thought he was going to rip his own underwear apart.

When next he nipped my shoulder, then my neck, his teeth were a little sharper, more lupine.

“I love it when you want me so bad you start shifting,” I said with a soft moan. “I can’t believe we’re doing this here, what if someone comes in?”

“Who cares?” Erik said in a thirsty, ragged voice. “We’re all animals, aren’t we? Why not act like it every now and then?”

Sometimes Erik said things that didn’t make much sense. But then other times – like right then – what he said was perfect.

The way his callused fingertips dragged over my skin was almost sublime, but when he massaged one of my breasts just in time to start kissing down the front of my neck and then took my nipple in his mouth, I was gone.

It was all I could do to prop myself up on my hands, but even that almost failed me when he thrust himself harder against my sex. Even with two layers of fabric separating us, Erik’s cock between my legs got me groaning.

“How do you do this?” I asked as my eyes rolled back in my head and my whole body seemed to drink him. Every inch of me, every fiber of my trembling being was ready for Erik to take me and make me his.

“Don’t make me wait,” I whispered. “I don’t think I can. If you keep this up, you’re going to have to take care of yourself.”

“I love your body,” he whispered, “I love the way you move, the little noises you make. I can’t get enough of you, never could.”

With a quick adjustment, Erik pulled his hand away from my sex and slid it under the small of my back, supporting me as I turned to heated-up gelatin. He curled his fingers against my bare skin and kneaded harder, sliding his tongue in a slow circle around my nipple before nibbling, then taking it fully into his mouth and sucking.

“Oh! Oh, yes,” I moaned. “Harder, suck it harder. Hurt me so good, Erik, make me hurt, please.” My voice had gone from assertive to hollow. Pleasure buffeted me from head to toe, making my muscles clench and my breath come in hard, ragged bursts.

“Lie back,” he said. “You’re so damn wiggly I can’t keep you from falling over.” I smiled as he laughed softly, and eased me gently to the desk, shoving all the papers out of the way, and onto the floor. “Just relax.”

Those words warmed the inside of my head just like Erik was doing my body. He gave me a gentle touch of his tongue around my nipple in an outwardly-spiraling circle that almost took my breath away.

“You’re so perfect,” he moaned softly. “All these curves, these eyes, your lips...” He punctuated that with a kiss that drive my head backward into the desk with passion. “I don’t care about an addiction, or anything else. When love is real, you’re supposed to be addicted, right? May as well have it be a physical one.”

Dragging his increasingly fang-like teeth down my stomach, Erik grabbed the waist of my panties between his teeth and pulled them away from my skin, inhaling deeply. “Love... your smell,” he said. “Love your... your taste.”

“Don’t rip those,” I said with a grin as I ran my fingers through his beautiful black hair. “Those panties I mean, they’re expensive.”

Grinning, he pulled them over the curve of my ass, lifting me off the desk effortlessly. He kissed right below my navel, then an inch lower, then over top of the cotton that still covered my sex.

Each press of his lips, each gentle suck that preceded the kisses, had me swooning.

“Does this feel good?” he whispered. “Do you like me licking you? I could do this for hours.”

The heat of his tongue wet me from the inside out.

By the time he finally moved my panties and his tongue touched my bare skin, I was ready to give up myself, my house, my car, and my dog if it would keep him going. All he needed to do was say so and I’d chain myself to a table or get a job at the local video store. It didn’t matter. The only important thing in the entire world right then was what was happening between us.

“Taste so perfect,” he whispered as his tongue went between my folds, down then up. “So beautiful, so...”