10: Stockholm Continued

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SOOKIE

It was hard to say what it was that woke me up. It could have been the sunlight streaming in through the big window in our suite or it could have been the soft, wet tongue flicking away between my thighs or maybe it was the long fingers pressed against those thighs, holding them open and out of the way. I decided it was my moaning that had done it. My own moans were what woke me.

I looked down to see Eric's eyes were closed while he worked. His tongue curled and plunged into my opening, making me gasp. I ran my fingers through his silky hair and those pretty eyes opened to look up into mine. He smiled up at me before thrusting his tongue into my core again. He gently massaged my inner thighs as he licked me. The look in his beautiful blue eyes gave me that tingly feeling again, which I chose to push away.

He dragged his wet tongue out of my opening, up to my clit. He drew slow circles around the little bundle of nerves at the top of my slit. The slow licks quickly turned into gentle suckling. Eric moved one of his hands down, paused to suck his fingers, and then worked two of his thick digits into my pussy. He pushed them in deep, twisted, curled, and dragged them back out as he continued to suck my clit.

It really was too bad I couldn't pack him in my suitcase and bring him home with me.

My eyes fluttered shut and I started to move with the thrusts of his fingers. I wanted more but knew I wouldn't get it until I had cum once for him already. No doubt his thick cock was solid and ready to drive into me. His fingers scissored at the right time, stretching me and making my back arch in anticipation of more things to come. My grip tightened on his hair and I started breathing hard.

"Eric," I panted. My stomach twitched and tightened; my walls pulsed and gripped his fingers. I was so, so close to losing it.

"Mmm," he hummed. He pulled his fingers out and when he slid them in again one nudged my rear entrance, breaching the tight hole. His fingers started sliding in and out as he sucked harder on my clit.

His fingers working both holes felt better than I would have expected. My free hand gripped the sheets and my hips flexed in time with the way he was suckling my clit.

"Ohfuckofuckohfuck," I panted. My body tensed up and then the warm, familiar tidal wave of an orgasm washed over me.

His fingers disappeared and I was still trembling when he moved up my body. He grabbed my hands to pin them above my head as he drove his solid cock into my pulsing core.

"Open your eyes, Sookie," he growled as his hips started to slap against my inner thighs.

My eyes popped open and locked on his. I gasped with every hard thrust. It felt like my body wanted to swallow him whole, he was getting so deep. His hips were swiveling as he slammed into me. His heavy breathing matched mine. A few minutes of deep, hard fucking passed before Eric pulled out of me. He manhandled me and flipped me onto my stomach. He pulled my hips up and immediately started pounding into me again. His strong hands landed on my ass, spreading my cheeks so he could easily watch himself slid in and out of me.

We'd had rough sex before. It was different at that moment. I looked back at Eric and I saw this look of determination on his face. Yet when I reached down to play with my clit, he growled and grabbed my hands to hold them behind my back. He held my hands together in one of his giant hands. He reached down and started to massage my clit the way I wanted to.

He fucked me hard for a few minutes before he released my hands and reached forward to wrap his hand in my hair. He pulled me up so I was flush against his chest. Eric's hips were moving slow, yet deliberate, making sure I felt every hard inch of his cock.

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