Chapter Four
Eric
As we drove home, I kept glancing over at Brooke. At Sally’s, Brooke had been calm, fitting in like she had always belonged there. And she’d made an eternal friend out of Sally when she pulled me into the kitchen to do the dishes.
I smiled to myself as I thought about the two of us working together at the sink. Her hand would brush mine, we’d glance at each other and her cheeks would turn that delicious shade of red.
There was now a new color on this earth. Brooke’s cheeks when she blushed.
But now. Something had changed. She had been quiet ever since we had left. As if she had fallen into her own little world.
“You okay?” I asked.
She smiled sadly and nodded. “It was just like I always thought it would be like. A family Christmas. People who truly love each other sharing, giving. It was wonderful.”
My brow furrowed. What was that all about and where had it come from? How couldn’t Christmas be anything but wonderful?
As I let her into my house a snowflake fell between us. We both looked up to see a million flakes fluttering in the streetlight. We smiled at each other as I caught a hint of her perfume again and let it seep into my soul.
“You want a nightcap?” I asked as I desperately tried to come up with a way to make the evening last.
She smiled and nodded as she sat down on the couch.
I made us both an Eggnog with a hefty dollop of brandy and hand her the drink. She took a sip and sighed heavily. A thin line of foam traced the top of her lip making me want to lean down and kiss it away.
Swallowing hard, I turned away and fought with myself. I had to be careful. She was trapped here. The last thing I wanted was to make things awkward. But still, every fiber of my being was screaming for this woman.
“Want a fire?” I asked as I jumped up to light one in the fireplace before she could answer. While it caught, I put on some music and joined her back on the couch.
She looked at me with a creased brow as if she was trying to understand something. Our eyes locked for a long moment then she turned away with a small smile.
“What?” I asked.
She laughed, “The eggnog, the fire, soft music. If I didn’t know better I would think you were trying to seduce me.”
Her look let me know that she was sort of upset for saying it out loud.
“Would that be a bad thing?” I asked as I held her stare for a long moment. My insides froze while I waited for an answer.
“No, I don’t think so,” she said with a flush to her cheeks.
I smiled inside as I fought to stop myself from yelling. Instead, I put my drink on the table then took hers from her hand and put it next to mine. All the while I was drawing out the anticipation.
She looked at me when I turned towards her. Her eyes big but fearful. Excited yet hesitant. Like a wild animal afraid of being hurt, but curious and needful. A hint of hope and potential that pulled at me. I smiled at her and said, “I’ve wanted to do this since I saw you standing in the snow.” Then leaned forward to take her lips with mine.
Brooke sighed as she melted into me. A soft sound that caressed my soul. Our lips explored, taking and giving as a heat began to build between us. A heat that couldn’t be denied.
As I reminded myself to go slow. Too fast and she’d bolt, Brooke unbuttoned my shirt so that she could rub her hands across my chest. I needed no further encouragement as I slowly unzipped her dress and pulled it from her shoulder.
Leaving her lips, I rained kisses down her neck as my hands squeezed her large breast. God, the woman was perfect. Every part blending together to drive me insane.
She reached behind herself to unfasten her bra and my mind froze as I slowly touched her nipples. Her eyes rolled back for a moment then once again focused on me. Growling under her breath she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me back so that she could kiss me.
Our chests rubbed against each other. Skin to skin. A need was building inside of me. A burning desire that could not be denied.
“Brooke, you are so beautiful,” I whispered as my lips took a nipple into my mouth. She moaned and arched her chest to me, silently demanding more. My hand dropped to her silk-clad leg and slowly traveled up to her very core.
Once again, she moaned as she pushed herself at my fingers.
“God, Eric …” she said breathlessly. “Please, I need you.”
An animalistic force took over. All I could think of was burying myself in her.
Our hands raced to remove each other’s clothes. Those barriers to our goal.
As she pulled my pants down her eyes flashed with desire as she examined my manhood then looked up into my eyes with a sultry smile and a wiggle of her eyebrow. Obviously, I was satisfactory. From her large, hungry smile, more than satisfactory. The knowledge made me feel good inside. But before I could bask in the knowledge, she took me in her hand then lowered her mouth over my shaft.
I became lost in a host of sensations, all of them good. The way her tongue traveled over me, pulling me higher, teasing, tasting. Her hand stroking me. I was lost and had to fight to stop myself from exploding too soon.
Slowly, I pulled away and brought her to stand before me, so I could slowly remove her panties.
She blushed as I pulled them down. I leaned back and examined her, my eyes traveling over every curve. She stood before me like a Greek statue of Dionysus herself. Her body was so female. Fertility itself. So perfect. Demanding to be worshipped.
A sudden thought broke through my clouded thinking.
“I’ll be right back,” I said as I jumped up and raced to my room to retrieve some protection. My raging hard-on screamed at me the entire time that I should to return and take what I needed.
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Brooke
I stood there naked and alone for the briefest of moments, wondering what had happened. Then he stepped back into the room and my soul sank into desire. The man was pure power. Tall, broad shoulders, tight abs, and muscles that melted my insides. And his cock!. Large, very large, and just like the rest of him. All male.
He froze for a second as our eyes reconnected and once again that heat was regenerated. A desire that neither of us could deny.
My heart stopped as I watched him pull on a condom. His hand stroked his massive shaft making my insides turn to mush. Making me wet and swollen. I needed him inside of me. Now.
He smiled, obviously recognizing what I wanted and loving it.
Without warning, he picked me up and lowered me to the couch.
Yes, I thought, finally. What I had to have.
He positioned himself between my legs and slowly entered me. Spreading me, filling me with himself.
Yes. Yes. This was the meaning of life.
He brow creased with concentration as he fought to be slow, afraid of hurting me. The man was so large I was also worried. But I needed him. Needed him now. Reaching my legs around his hips I thrust myself forward while I pulled him down.
“Yes,” I moaned as he buried himself to the hilt. Yes, I was full. I was complete.
Eric smirked down at me as he pulled back then thrust forward. Once again we were one. Once again I was whole.
He continued to thrust as we fell into a delicious rhythm that pushed me higher and higher. Yes. I was almost there. Yes. Each time he filled me I was pushed higher until I thought I could go no further.
Then with one last mighty thrust, he exploded inside of me.
I clenched myself around him as his throbbing shudders pushed me over the edge and I joined him in ecstasy. My world dissolved into a thousand colorful lights each one exploding to be replaced by another.
“Yes,” he said as he collapsed onto me. I wrapped my arms around him and held him there. Afraid to ever let go.
The two of us hung there in a strange new place. Our hearts racing as we fought to regain our balance. Then Eric pulled back and looked into my eyes.
“You, Miss Sanders are special.”
My insides quivered with happiness because I could see in his eyes that he meant it. Reaching around him I pulled him to me and hugged him as a tear slowly formed in my eye. Suddenly, I was very aware of what I had been lacking in my life.
I wiped it away before he could see the tear then shifted under him. He raised up and slowly pulled himself away from me. My lips turned down in a pout as a sense of loss flowed over me.
“Here, take this,” he said as he handed me the bottle of brandy. “We’re going to need it,” he added as he lifted me up like a feather pillow.
I wrapped my arms around his neck as he walked to his bedroom, our eyes never leaving each other’s.
Yes, I was going to miss so much.