A Whisper

5: The Unicorn

Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down. My head fell back while nimble fingers played with my nipples. Riding Eric got him insanely deep inside me. I didn't want it to end. I'd lost track of the orgasms. Being with him was intoxicating. He sat up and pulled me closer to him. Our eyes met again before he kissed me. My arms wrapped around his neck and the next thing I knew I was on my back.

He just flipped me like a pancake...

I wrapped my legs around him, allowing my feet to push his ass. It was a nice ass. My fingers ran through his hair while he moved in and out of me. We definitely weren't making love but we weren't just fucking in that moment either. A connection was starting to form that made something inside me come alive that I didn't know had been sleeping.

When I kissed him it felt different. He responded to it. His hips sped up. I reached down to play with my clit and help myself along to yet another orgasm.

"Cum, Lover," he whispered between wet kisses on my neck.

"Yesyesyesyes," I breathed. The pleasure was like a warm wave rolling over me on a Mexican beach. I'd been south of the border once when I was in college. The beach was paradise. I saw myself there in that moment with Eric, refreshed and invigorated by the sun. Or in this case, because of the number of orgasms I'd been given.

Eric collapsed on top of me again after he came. My hands moved up and down his back. His lips moved around my chest, neck and collarbone, tasting every inch of my skin that he could. The sex was great as it was but when I turned my head I could see into the closet. The display of toys was still out in the open. Obviously it wasn't a lifestyle Eric was completely ready to let go of. If it was, he wouldn't have kept all that stuff.

"What if I wanted to be tied up?" I asked Eric. He kissed his way to my lips, turning my head so I had to look at him and not the treasure chest.

"I'd be happy to indulge you." He sweetly pecked my lips before he pulled out of me to get rid of the condom.

Eric got off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. I heard water run for a few seconds. When he came back it was with a damp washcloth to clean me up a little bit. That was considerate of him. He gently moved the cloth between my thighs, cleaning up the flood of honey he'd caused. Eric leaned over to kiss my clit, sending shivers up my spine.

"I'm singin' in the rain. Just singin' in the rain," Gene Kelly sang, cutting through the quiet.

Shit. I forgot to call Gran.

I jumped off the bed and dug my phone out of my purse.

"Hello, Gran, I'm here," I answered.

"Thank heavens," Gran said, obviously relieved.

"I'm so sorry. I completely forgot to call you." I was totally sidetracked by the treasure chest discovery. She didn't need to know that, though.

"I'm just glad you're alright," she said.

"I'm sorry if I made you worry." It was late. I looked at the clock by the bed. It was after the nightly news. Gran was probably ready for bed.

"It's alright, sweetheart. You're a grown woman. You shouldn't have to check in with me at all."

"I don't mind. I know why you asked me to. It's okay. I'm safe, I promise. I'll see you in the morning," I told her.

"Alright. I love you, Sookie."

"I love you too. Goodnight, Gran," I said.

We got off the phone and I dropped the device on the chaise. Eric was sitting on the bed, leaned against the quilted headboard, when I turned around.