Sunshine Kisses

Erik ducked his head to kiss across her chest, hips still pinning her to the bed. ‘Sorry. Slipped out. Do you hate it?’

Her back arched as he sucked at a particularly sensitive spot near her collarbone. She shook her head. ‘I think I love it.’

‘I’ve always known our souls fit. I should have guessed your body would be made for me too. I’m just…processing? I didn’t know it could feel like this. Fuck, I should stop talking, shouldn’t I?’ He was rambling, words tripping over each other. She loved it.

‘Don’t. I’ve always got off on your voice a little bit.’ A truth that just days ago she would have vehemently denied, forced out as Erik finally rolled his hips in one slow, deep thrust.

‘Fucking hell, Abby. You can’t say shit like that when I’m barely holding on.’

But the idea of Erik losing control was mighty tempting, she thought as she lifted her hips to meet his next movement. ‘Maybe I want to see you let go.’

‘God,’ Erik gritted out, grabbing a fistful of the pillow next to her head. ‘You’re making it difficult to keep this tender and romantic.’

‘Sure I’m not making it hard?’ She dragged one finger down the ridge of his spine, a defined line nestled in his back, enjoying the way it made him shudder.

‘Don’t make me spank you.’ His voice was light and teasing, but the want in his eyes had her squeezing around him.

Falling from his lips, the idea was more appealing than she’d ever considered.

‘Don’t threaten me with a good ti—’

The remainder of her teasing response evaporated with a hiss as Erik’s teeth grazed lightly over her breast. He looked up immediately. Threading her fingers through his hair, she shook her head and attempted to push him back down. ‘Don’t stop.’ She wasn’t even embarrassed by the pleading in her voice.

Erik smirked wickedly, holding her gaze as he circled one nipple lazily with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. She was immensely grateful for those eyes—always showing her everything—now clouded over with lust. He looked possessed, consumed by desire for her.

It felt as though he spent hours on her breasts alone, still maintaining a steady pace with his hips. The build was slow but intense, and if he ever let her reach the edge of this cliff, the fall would be glorious.

‘Erik. Please,’ she whimpered, after an aggressive nip to her sternum sent a rush of need straight down her body. ‘I need more.’

With a loud moan, he lifted her leg onto his shoulder, and she’d thought it wasn’t possible, but he slid even deeper into her. The change in angle was heavenly, even more when he splayed his hand on her hip, leaving his thumb to rub tight circles between her legs. It shouldn’t have been enough to get her there. She should have needed more speed, more friction. But he was so deep and it felt like nothing she’d experienced before, and he was looking at her like she was a precious, wondrous creature. So when he leaned forward to kiss her, crushing her body into the mattress, it sent her tumbling into pure pleasure.

Erik bit her lip as she clenched around him, increasing his pace. Her orgasm rolled quickly into a second.

‘Fuck, Abby. I’m going to get addicted to that sound. That feeling.’

Abby hummed, her body vibrating with happiness. Erik’s movements became sloppier, faster. His hips jerked as she scraped her nails lightly over his back. Interesting.

‘I’m not going to last much longer if you keep doing that, Sunshine,’ he warned. Those guttural moans were starting to take their toll—his voice was becoming ragged.

Best orgasms of her life be damned. Her favourite part of this was learning that Erik was loud.

She dug her nails deeper. The first time had been instinctive. Almost an accident. But she’d enjoyed his reaction too much not to attempt a repeat performance.

‘Tell me I’m yours,’ he choked out.

‘You’re mine,’ she whispered fervently, eyes locking with his. ‘And I’m so fucking yours, Erik.’

‘I love you.’ It was barely audible. She felt more than heard the words as his forehead dropped to hers, his hands tensing on her hips with every messy stroke. He had to be close.

‘I love you too.’ Abby slid her hands over his broad shoulders, coming gently to rest on his face. ‘I love you so much. And I will keep loving you as long as you let me.’

Seconds later, Erik came with a shout. He gently lifted her leg off his shoulder, rubbing her thigh to ease her aching muscles as he set it down. Then he collapsed onto her, his warm, heavy frame soothing as it compressed her tired body.

‘Too late, baby,’ he mumbled into her neck. ‘You already said forever. You’re stuck with me. Although,’ he said around a yawn, ‘who knows for how long. I think I’m dead.’

‘Only mostly,’ Abby said with a smile, running her fingers through his soft mop of hair.

Eventually Erik peeled himself off her and fetched a warm, wet cloth to clean her up.