Chapter Thirty-Eight
Olivia
I found an evening dress in record time and headed to the hotel to meet Eric, unable to deny how turned on I already was just thinking about getting into bed with him. My lust for him, not that it ever really went away as long as I was around him, had spiked when he had admitted that he wanted to kiss along every inch of my skin that night.
I shivered in excitement, just thinking about it.
When I got up to the hotel room, Eric opened the door before I had the chance to, looking as though he had just gotten out of the shower, with a towel wrapped around his waist and water droplets beading on his chest.
I made a soft noise and pushed him back into the room, leaning up to kiss him.
Eric quickly took control, spinning us around so that I was back against the wall. He kissed me passionately, his tongue hot as it explored the inside of my mouth. I moaned, my fingers grasping at his hips and pulling him impossibly closer to me.
Eric hummed and pulled back, smiling down at me. “How was your shopping?” he asked.
“It was fine,” I said distractedly, leaning forward and chasing one of those water droplets with my tongue. When I looked up at Eric through my eyelashes, his expression had gone desirous.
“I think you said something about helping you out of these clothes,” he suggested.
“I did,” I said breathlessly. “I was going to suggest that we share a shower as well, but it looks like you already beat me to that.”
“I could get dirty again,” Eric said, letting the towel drop from around his waist. He was already impressively hard, and he gave his prick a few firm tugs, making it swell even more. I stared breathlessly at him and then dropped to my knees, putting my mouth on him without a moment's hesitation.
Eric groaned. “Definitely not what I was thinking, but no complaints,” he said, already sounding strained and needy.
I hummed and began to bob my head, using one hand to cover the parts that I couldn't reach with my mouth and fondled his balls with the other hand. He began to move with me, just little thrusts, almost as though he couldn't help it.
“I'm already pretty close,” he warned. “I couldn't stop thinking about you, just waiting for you to get back. I wished that I had gone with you so that I could have you in one of the changing rooms.”
I moaned, moving in earnest, needing him to come. I sucked as hard as I could, using every trick that I knew to turn him on.
He came abruptly, spilling into my mouth, and I swallowed without a thought. When I pulled away, Eric ran his fingers through my hair, looking dazed. Then, he shook himself slightly and reached down to tug me to my feet.
He slowly began to remove my clothing, kissing each bit of skin as it was revealed, until I felt flushed with the warmth of his lips. “Come on,” he murmured against my shoulder as the last of my clothing dropped to the floor.
He led me into the bathroom, turning on the water and testing the temperature. While we waited for it to warm up, he pressed me up against the sink, kissing me again. It was heady and intoxicating, and I could feel my body responding to him. I whimpered as his fingers trailed dangerously close to my pussy and then skittered away again.
“Please, don't tease me,” I begged.
He smiled at that and gave me a quick kiss. “All right,” he agreed, steering me into the water, which was just the perfect temperature.
His hands glided across my skin, and for a moment, he seemed lost in rapture, just staring at me. “God, you're beautiful,” he told me.
I smiled shyly at him, leaning in for another kiss. With the water cascading over us, the kiss was slick, and there was only a little friction as we ran our hands over one another's bodies. I trembled in his arms, melting against him.
After a moment, he pulled away and turned me around, nudging me into place. I bent over, giving him access to my hole, access which he immediately took advantage of, pressing inside me. My soft moan echoed in the small cube, and Eric chuckled in response, his hands sliding across my curves.
“Fuck,” he groaned as I shifted my hips, pressing back against him. He began to move, rocking back and forth, and I about lost it even at that.
“Don't stop,” I whimpered, feeling him start to slow down.
“I'm close,” he groaned, holding my hips still for a moment so that I couldn't move against him. I could feel his member twitching inside me, and something about the situation amused me.
I giggled. “You just came,” I reminded him. I wriggled a little, trying anything I could to get him to keep going.
“I can't help it,” he said. “This feels good.”
“It does,” I agreed. It was warm and intimate, and the water cascaded around us lubricated every movement we made. In fact, I could already feel that I was close as well, my muscles already beginning to clench around me.
As he started moving again, it caught me by surprise, and I whimpered, my hole fluttering desperately.
“That's it, baby,” he groaned. “Cum for me, just like that.”
I was helpless to stop it, my orgasm charging through me. I nearly lost my footing on the slippery floor, but Eric was there to steady me, his fingers holding my hips in place, supporting me just when I needed it the most.
Just like he always did.
I smiled at the thought, reveling in the feeling of him spilling inside of me again. “Fuck,” he groaned as he pulled out.
I straightened up and turned into his arms, letting him just hold me for a long moment. “We're going to be late for dinner if we don't get a move on,” I sighed.
Eric sighed as well, but he took a step back, reaching for a loofah and squirting some body gel onto it. “Let me wash you,” he said, already reaching out to scrub the coarse material over my skin. I shivered a little, just watching him move the thing slowly across my body, raising goosebumps across my skin in the process.
When he had lathered me up, he began to rinse off the suds, directing the spray carefully. He reached the nook between my legs and directed the spray onto my clit, and I gasp, feeling a tug in my core. Eric raised an eyebrow at me, and I could tell that he was cataloging that reaction, saving it for some other time. For now, though, we needed to get ready for dinner, and he regretfully reached around me to shut off the spray.
Then, he kissed me one more time, before opening the door and stepping out onto the bathmat. He grabbed two towels and handed one of them to me, his gaze still heated as it traced my body.
I blushed and went out to the hall to grab the bag containing my dress and the pretty lingerie that I'd bought to go beneath it. “If you don't stop staring at me like that, we're never going to make it to dinner,” I told him.
“I'm starting to regret having made that reservation now,” he commented.
My stomach rumbled loudly, and we both laughed. “Apparently the baby isn't regretting it,” I said.
“Anne,” Eric said softly, spinning me so that my back was to him and we were looking at ourselves in the full-length mirror. I had to admit, we looked good like that, as a couple. We looked like we belonged together.
And it was starting to feel as though we belonged together as well.
I stepped away from him and pushed at his shoulder. “Go on, get out of here and let a woman get dressed,” I said. “No peeking.”
Eric sighed but smiled at me, giving me a peck on the cheek before stepping out of the steamy bathroom, shutting the door as he went.
I locked it behind him and pulled on the lacy red slip and panties. Then, I pulled the dress over the top of it. The dress was low-cut in the back, nearly all the way down to my tattoo, but the slip was as well. I'd been careful to make sure that the dress fully covered the slip so that Eric wouldn't know about it until he stripped the dress off me later that evening.
It was still early enough in our relationship that I didn't feel like I needed to wear sexy lingerie for him. As evidenced by this encounter, he was still interested in me in whatever way he could get me. But all the same, this evening felt special. Who knew how many nights like this we would have, especially not once the baby came along. I wanted to take advantage of it while I still could.
I smiled at myself in the mirror and then reached over to unlock and open the door as I started to blow dry my hair. Eric came to the doorway of the bathroom, leaning against it as he watched me. When I finished, he stepped inside.
I giggled as he trailed his fingers down my bare back and rested his hand against the curve of my behind. “Stop that,” I said. “Or else I'm never going to finish getting ready, and we're never going to make our reservation.”
“Maybe I don't care,” Eric said, his eyes challenging mine, where they met in the mirror. “Maybe we should just stay in and order room service.”
I hummed as his arms looped around me, his hands resting on my stomach. “That does sound nice,” I admitted.
“Then again,” he said slowly, his eyes still transfixed on mine. “I suppose that if I take you out to dinner, I get to show you off to everyone in the city. Let them all see how beautiful you are. Have I mentioned that that dress looks absolutely stunning on you?”
I blushed and ducked my head. “Thanks,” I said. “I'm glad you like it.”
“Like it?” Eric asked incredulously. He spun me around to face him and kissed me soundly, making sure I knew exactly how much he 'liked' it. I could feel his member digging into my thigh, not at full hardness yet but definitely trying to get there.
The fact that he wanted me so badly hit me like a sack of bricks, and I couldn't help smiling breathlessly up at him. “You don't look so bad yourself,” I said, tugging playfully at his tie.
“What's this?” Eric asked suddenly, tapping the iconic pink tag that had fallen out of the bag that had held the dress, probably accidentally blown by the hair dryer. “Nothing,” I said, blushing and shoving the bag away.
Eric groaned. “You've just made it impossible for me to focus on anything but you for the rest of the evening,” he said. “Not that I was doing a very good job of that anyway.”
I grinned at him. “Well, let's go to dinner then,” I said. “The sooner we eat, the sooner we can be back here.”
Eric grinned. “I like that logic,” he said, nodding at me. He linked his fingers with mine and tugged me out of the suite.