Chapter 33: Emotion in Motion, Part 2
“Can I ask you something that I swore I’d never ask you, but I want to know, so I’m just going to ask,” she said in one rambling breath.
“Sookie,” Eric said gently, raising her chin so that their eyes were meeting once more, “like I said, you can ask me anything.”
“How many women have you—uh—been with?”
Eric sighed. “Do you really want to know?”
She nodded, smiling a little at the question that seemed to have become his “refrain.”
“I don’t have an exact count,” he said honestly, even as he studied her reaction carefully. “I lost my virginity when I was sixteen, and I’ve been,” he paused, “active ever since, and since I’m thirty-one now, that’s fifteen years.” He sighed. “I’ve told you that I’ve never had a steady girlfriend, nor have I been as promiscuous as some have thought me to be. I’ve never been someone to have sex with a different woman every night, but it’s safe to estimate that I’ve sought out approximately one or two companions a month—except for the few months I saw Isabel consistently, both before and after she went to Paris. And since April, I haven’t been with anyone.”
“Why not?” Sookie asked.
“I think I was waiting for this—to be with you.” He sighed. “Maybe just the possibility of you. I haven’t really wanted anyone else since I met you—since January. I think that’s why things with Isabel felt wrong this time; in fact, we had sex only a few times while we were together.” He paused. “I felt like I was cheating on you when I touched her.”
Obviously surprised, she sat up a little, making sure the sheet covered her. “Really? But we weren’t even . . . . We had barely spoken. We weren’t together.”
He shrugged. “Maybe not, but I still felt like I was cheating.” He ran a hand through his hair and sat up too. “Bobby told me about your dates with Pardloe.”
Eric nodded. “I was jealous even though I had no right to be. That’s when I knew I had to end things with Isabel. But—even before you went out with Pardloe—I felt guilty about being with someone other than you.”
“I was jealous too,” Sookie admitted. “I would see pictures of you and Isabel on Page Six, and I would want to . . . .” She stopped midsentence.
“Want to what?” he asked with a slight smirk.
“Claw her eyes out?” Sookie half-asked and half-answered with a sheepish grin.
He chuckled. “And I wanted to kick Preston’s ass for taking you out for a meal. We are quite the pair.”
They smiled at each other for a few silent moments.
Suddenly, Sookie looked a little sick. “Oh. Uh—so you slept with maybe two women a month for—uh—around fifteen years?”
“That’s my estimation,” he said with another sigh. “I won’t apologize for liking sex, Sookie, though I recognize that I sought it out to cover the discontent I felt in the other facets of my life.”
“Did it work?” she asked.
“Do you really want to know the answer to that?”
“It was a distraction, so—yes—for an hour or two, it would help,” he shared, “but nothing has helped me like being with you. I know it’s probably not fair of me to say that to you yet, but it’s the truth.”
“Being with you has helped me too, Eric. It’s made me feel like I can be just me and that it’s okay.”
“Yes,” he responded. “That’s how I feel with you too.”
“I’m glad,” she said, smiling a little. “But Eric?”
“Three hundred and sixty is gross.”
“Two a month would be twenty-four a year. And twenty-four times fifteen years is three hundred and sixty.”
“That’s why I stopped counting,” he admitted with a little groan. “It was starting to seem gross to me too, though—in my defense—it was closer to one girl a month for most of those years. And there were quite a few lean months when I was in graduate school.”
“Uh,” she started, even as her face turned crimson red, “did you ever—uh—think about doing it with a guy?”
He chuckled. “No, but I’ve had plenty of gay guys flirt with me. In college, one even tried to get me drunk to have his way with me,” he said dramatically.
She giggled. “I could imagine that. My friend Lafayette will probably try something like that if you ever meet him.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” he winked. “So—what about you?” he asked in return. “Ever consider doing something with a woman?”
Sookie shook her head. “Despite the hate that a lot of the people in Bon Temps—especially my mother—would spew, I don’t have a problem with homosexuality, but when I started to feel attraction for other people, it was always for guys.”
Eric chuckled. “Well—speaking for the straight guys of the world—I can say that’s a very good thing.”
She grinned. “It’s not as hard as I thought.”
“Oh—it’s still hard, lover,” he leered playfully.
She flamed even redder and smacked him on the chest. “That’s not what I meant!” she giggled. “Talking about this stuff is not as difficult as I thought it would be, but I think it’s because it’s with you. And” she paused dramatically, “I have to disagree with Cosmo.
“What about?” he chuckled, lightly tickling her side.
She wrenched away from his marauding fingers and gave him a warning look before giggling again. He put his hands up innocently.
“I read an article in Cosmo once that said one shouldn’t talk about sex while naked or in bed,” she answered when she was pretty certain he wasn’t going to tickle her again.
He chuckled again. “Well—I guess I can see the point that feelings could be hurt if the kind of talk being done ruined the mood, but I think you should be able to talk about it wherever it feels right.”
“Is this talk ruining the mood?” Sookie asked, biting her bottom lip nervously.
Eric smiled and shook his head. “No. Despite the fact that the only woman that I’ve ever wanted to be monogamous with now knows just how much of a man-whore I used to be—and rightly finds it gross—I’m actually enjoying our talk.”
She grinned. “It is gross. You’re definitely getting tested again before we—uh—go without a,” she paused and bit her lip, “condom.”
He grinned back at her. “I’ll make sure they’re all double-checked too. And I’ll throw in a rabies shot if it makes you feel better.”
She giggled. “Did you at least know all of their names?” she asked, surprising both of them with her bold question.
“Do you really want to know the answer to that?” he asked, waggling his eyebrows.
“Oh my God! Eric Northman! That means that you didn’t!”
He shrugged. “I admit to having had a few encounters where names didn’t seem to be essential, and I’ve always confused Jessicas and Jennifers, and there are a lot of both.”
She popped his chest again. “You’re a cad, Eric!”
He chuckled. “I guess I’m your cad now,” he responded.
“That’s right,” she said, smacking him once again.
“Ouch!” he cried out, feigning hurt. Truth be told, he was loving Sookie’s playfulness. And he was loving how carefree that he felt too, despite the subject matter. Moreover, he was extremely grateful that she hadn’t run for the hills when she’d heard how many women he’d been with.
“Do you—uh—like weird things?” she asked, suddenly nervous again. “Kinky things?”
Once again, they were both surprised that she’d asked that question.
“Not really,” he answered honestly. “But I’ve—uh—tied girls up before.”
She quickly sat up straighter and pulled the sheet more tightly against her chest as a barrier.
“You have?” she asked.
Eric put out his hands as if hoping to calm her. “Just when they wanted me to, Sookie. And it never got too crazy. Silk scarves to the bedpost—that kind of thing.”
“Did you—uh—like that?” she asked.
“I did,” he answered truthfully.
“Do you—uh—need that?”
“No, Sookie,” he said, lessening the distance between them a little. “And I would never want you to do anything you didn’t want to do. What I want is you, and that includes your being yourself and feeling comfortable with everything we do. However,” he said, waggling his eyebrows, “if you ever want to tie me up, feel free.”
Her eyes widened. “You really are a cad!” she said incredulously, even though the mirth had returned to her eyes.
Eric welcomed her return to playfulness with relief. “If I were tied down, I’d be at your mercy,” he said, running a single finger over her shoulder and enjoying the sharp intake of breath his touch elicited from her. “You could do anything you wanted to me.” He paused. “I’ve never trusted anyone with that much power over me,” he whispered. “But I would gladly put myself into your hands, lover.”
She bit her lip and looked toward his lap. She couldn’t help but to notice the slight movement underneath the sheet where his cock was located. She looked back into his eyes and moved her hand to cover the twitching area.
Immediately, they both took in sharp breaths.
“Do you like it when I touch you?” she asked him brazenly.
“Yes,” he panted.
“Eric?” she asked, her voice a little shaky.
“Can I taste you? I mean—uh—do you like receiving—uh—oral sex?” She stopped moving her hand and spoke nervously, “I—uh—have only done it twice, but I’d—uh—like to—uh—return the favor.”
He settled his hand softly over hers, which was still resting on his cock. “Sookie,” he said gently, “I would love for you to touch me and to taste me—just as much as you want. I’m yours—all of me. But you don’t have to do anything in order to ‘return a favor.’ If you want to, I would love it. If you don’t want to, then don’t—okay?”
She took a deep breath and nodded. “I want to.”
Slowly, she dragged the sheet down his body; he hissed as the fabric was drawn over his engorged member.
“Sookie,” he whispered, closing his eyes as she began to lightly stroke him.
“Tsk, tsk, Mr. Northman,” she said, feeling daring again despite her nerves. “The rules clearly state that you have to watch me while I make you cum.”
His eyes shot open immediately, taking in the pink of her blush as well as the mischief in her eyes. Beautiful.
“I’d hate to break the rules and have to be punished, Miss Stackhouse,” he rasped, as she moved her hand up and down slowly before pulling it away. He grunted as his cock twitched involuntarily—as if trying to chase after her touch.
Licking her lips, she repositioned herself so that her mouth was right over his stiff member.
“Sookie,” he groaned as she took him into her hand again and began stroking him rhythmically, “can I see you—please.”
She nodded and let the sheet drop, revealing her ample breasts.
“You are so beautiful, lover,” he said as he cupped one of her breasts with his large hand. His thumb seemed to know exactly what to do to pleasure her nipple.
She hummed with pleasure and lowered her head the rest of the way to his cock. Finding that she couldn’t hold Eric’s gaze despite her being the one to bring up the “rule,” she looked at the throbbing shaft before her. It was long and thick—somehow both hard and soft—and as it grew even larger in her hand, her fingers couldn’t fit all the way around it. She gulped and licked her lips, eliciting a throaty moan from Eric.
Sookie smiled, despite her nervousness. Bill hadn’t exactly been small; in fact, from a sexual education book that Sookie had recently copyedited, she’d found out that Bill had been average—around five to six inches long—but Eric was truly impressive. Bill had also been circumcised, while Eric was not. Fascinated by the differences and emboldened by the fact that Eric seemed content to let her explore his body, Sookie found herself playing with Eric’s foreskin and listening for the signals that would tell her what he liked most. She smiled a little wider when he growled as she rolled the foreskin down to further expose the pink head of his penis. She bent down and ran her tongue over it, tasting the pre-cum that was seeping from him.
“Sookie,” he panted. “That feels so good.”
As she continued her study of Eric’s cock and it grew even larger, she couldn’t help but to wonder if he would even fit into her; however, she decided not to worry about that for now. She wanted to give him the kind of pleasure that he’d given her. She widened her lips and took him into her mouth, even as Eric raised his hand from her breast to her hair and gathered it into a kind of pony tail so that it wasn’t in her way and so that he could better see what she was doing to him.
She would have thanked him, but she was too busy savoring his taste. Bill hadn’t tasted bad—per se—but Eric tasted good to her, a little salty and savory.
Through her recent explorations into Japanese food, Sookie had learned the word umami, which was a fifth kind of taste. She’d learned only salty, bitter, sweet, and sour in school. But Eric was umami, the very flavor of the earth and exactly what she thought masculinity should taste like. She wanted more of him immediately and tried to hollow out her cheeks and relax her jaw in order to get what she wanted.
She’d expected him to thrust up into her throat or to press his hands against her head as Bill had done when she’d given him blow jobs, but Eric’s hand didn’t move, except to massage her head a little, and his hips only jerked from side to side as his muscles tensed because of his pleasure. Since she wasn’t being gagged by her partner, Sookie felt freer to work at her own pace, and gauging from the noises Eric was making, she guessed that she was succeeding in her efforts to make him feel good. Using her hand to stimulate the part of his penis she couldn’t get to with her mouth, she set a rhythm, which she quickly lost herself in: her heartbeat in her ears, his grunts and whimpers, the sounds of her mouth and hand moving, her own moans as she enjoyed tasting him, the throbbing of his pulse against her tongue.
“Sookie,” he managed. “I’m close.”
She appreciated the warning since Bill had never given her one, but she didn’t let up. On the contrary, she moaned in anticipation.
“Sookie,” Eric panted, now trying to squirm away from her. But she didn’t let him go; instead, she held his hips down with her free hand and relaxed her throat muscles so that she could take him in even further.
“Fuck!” Eric yelled as his whole body stiffened and then convulsed.
Sookie swallowed the first burst of his release before pulling him out of her mouth; she continued stroking him with her hands.
She was licking her lips—familiarizing herself with the taste of his release—when she looked up at his face. Apparently, he’d forgotten the rule at some point too, and his head was back in ecstasy—his eyes tightly closed and his lips quivering—as her fingers drew one final surge of cum from him. The hand that hadn’t been in her hair had done a real number on the sheets, as they were pulled into a bunch and still being held tightly in his fist.
He was beautiful—tensed and “tense-less” at the same time.
Seeming to feel her eyes on him, Eric’s blue orbs popped open. The look in them was a paradox: sated and feral all at once. Before she could blink, he pulled her up to him and crashed his lips into hers for a breath-stealing kiss. She moaned into it, enjoying the two tastes of him—his mouth and the lingering flavor of his release.
“Mmmm,” she moaned.
He broke the kiss and began nipping a trail along her jawbone.
“That was amazing, lover,” he said, still panting. “You are fucking amazing!”
“Eric,” she moaned, as his kisses continued to her neck and then collarbone and then breasts. Before she knew it, he was between her thighs and bathing her folds with his tongue as his used his fingers to spread her.
Sookie writhed and tossed on the bed, making a series of noises that belonged to no language except for the new one that Eric was dragging from her body. It was a guttural language, full of grunts and curses that couldn’t quite form. And his name—or at least a breathy version of it—was the star of the language, as well as it’s only understandable component.
He used his fingers to stimulate her clit as his tongue delved into her opening. His warm tongue inside of her was the most exquisite thing Sookie had ever felt, and soon, she too had a handful of sheets in her grip and was holding on as if her life depended upon it. Her other hand was in his hair, and—in contrast to him—she was unabashedly using it to make sure that he stayed right where he was. Luckily for her, her need seemed to be spurring him on.
Eric was relentless as he built her up, and once more, the coil inside of her was in his masterful hands as if he were in the very core of her, squeezing that loaded spring to the point that it would explode.
And explode it did.
A/N: Hi! Thanks for all the lovely messages about the last chapter! I know I’m “prolonging” things until Eric and Sookie actually “do the deed,” but I’m a big believer in—ahem—marathons. Sprints are exciting, and there’s a place for them (there will be one or two in this story, in fact). But a good marathon can’t be beaten. I self-guided lesson in male anatomy can’t be over-valued either, especially if that lesson is conducted on Eric. 😉
Please review if you have time. Regardless, thanks for reading!