Sunshine Kisses

Looking like that, there was very little she wouldn’t do if he asked.

‘Can you ease me into it? Kiss me. Touch me.’

Erik’s eyes flashed darker in the dim golden lamplight. His hand came up to rest on her throat, and he leaned in for a bruising kiss, parting her lips instantly. Abby’s breath caught as his tongue pressed hard against hers.

He’d chosen her dress and watched her put it on. He knew she wasn’t wearing a bra. Still, he groaned at the sight of her bare chest as he pulled the soft fabric up and over her head.

Two fingers came up to catch a nipple. When she gave a small sigh, he tweaked it harder, pulling a gasp from her.

Each time he touched her, she marvelled that her body was an instrument he already knew exactly how to play, whether soft and tender like the night before, or rougher, like right then.

When Erik trailed a hand down her stomach to brush her underwear, she hissed. He swore.

‘You’re incredible.’ His voice was awed as he stroked his thumb over the damp fabric. ‘Are you always like this?’

‘Only with you,’ she whimpered. It was true. Her brain normally interfered, making it difficult for her body to fully sink into the moment. But everything with Erik felt so right that even her overactive thoughts took a break.

She trembled as he kissed her again, lips trailing between her mouth and shoulder. Every teasing, featherlight movement of his fingers was bringing her closer, and she inched her hand towards his, and the toy it held.

‘Should I…?’

‘Please,’ he breathed.

He handed her the vibrator, already switched on, and she moaned the instant she pressed it between her legs. Erik pulled back to stare at her, thumbs circling lightly on her thighs. His eyes were glassy. That maddening flush had spread up his face, leaving high spots of colour on his cheeks. The vibrations intensified when Erik pulled her underwear to the side and, combined with the light brush of his skin against hers, they pulled a high-pitched noise from her throat. The sensations on her bare skin had felt good the other night. But paired with the sight of Erik’s chest rising and falling in laboured breaths, the pure desire in his eyes, and the feel of his hips rocking against her thigh, it was almost too much. When he let go of her underwear and brought his fingertips to his mouth, moaning as he tasted her, it sent her over the edge.

Her body convulsed as she came, crashing forward into Erik’s chest. He held her tightly, murmuring encouragement as she whimpered into his shirt.

‘That’s my girl. You did so well, Sunshine,’ he whispered into her hair. ‘I’m so proud of you.’

The praise sent a warm rush through her as pleasure wracked her body again. Still, she wanted more. Shaking hands slid to undo the remaining buttons on his shirt.

‘Erik?’

‘Mhm?’ He didn’t sound much more coherent than she felt.

‘Need you. Please.’

‘Fuuck.’ His moan was drawn out, but bitten off sharply when Abby reached for his belt. In seconds, he was naked in front of her, his beautiful body lined up perfectly with hers. She reached for him, enjoying his shudder as she stroked him firmly. ‘Don’t make me beg for it, baby.’

That conjured a series of tremendously pleasing images. But not tonight. She was far too desperate for him tonight.

Abby hooked her legs around his to tug him even closer. Once more, Erik slipped aside the ruined, soaking lace between her legs and slid into her with one smooth motion. Still sensitive from the intensity of her orgasms, the stretch caused a pleasant ache. He didn’t give her a moment to acclimatise to him before he was thrusting with hard, controlled movements, each one eliciting a gasp.

Again and again, he whispered her name with reverence, a litany breathed into her damp skin between presses of his lips and swipes of his tongue.

She’d had bad sex and average sex and even pretty great sex. Nothing came close to the combination of Erik not only knowing exactly how to use her body, but lavishing her with adoration as he did so.

‘Are you going to come again?’ Erik asked when she started trembling.

Abby nodded, biting her lip, surprised she hadn’t drawn blood.

‘Fuck. Hang on. Please.’ Erik scooped her up, his arms shaking slightly as his body finally showed the strain of his efforts. He turned them and sat on the small bench seat so she was on top of him.

The change in angle, her legs wrapped around his waist, their chests and faces pressed close, breath mingling as they panted in sync: all of it sent her even closer to the edge.

‘Look up.’

She found herself reflected in the large mirror.