He licks the bottom side of my clit, building up a rhythm the same way I did for him, and the pleasure is building in a wave that’s going to crash, and I’m arching up into him, trying to get closer. I can’t control my breath, my voice, every movement of his tongue making me cry out.
He pulls back and the pleasure fades, orgasm receding just far enough for it to be manageable. For it not to be coming, but just hovering in the background.
“I could keep you here you know,” Eric says. “Just letting you almost come until you were begging for mercy.” He kisses my clit softly. “That sounds like a nice way to spend an evening.”
“Please, Eric,” I beg. I don’t think I can handle him taking me to the brink over and over again. I need it too badly. “Please.”
He laughs, and the vibration of his lips shoots sparks behind my eyes. “Another time then,” and he devours me. His mouth is overwhelming and everywhere. I can feel his tongue on my clit again over and over and over and the tide of pleasure is rising higher until I can’t breathe, can’t take it anymore, and I break open.
I’ve never had an orgasm like this. It sweeps through me like wind and fire and I’m falling through pleasure or pleasure is falling through me I’m not sure which is true. Both. Neither. God, this feels amazing and I don’t ever want it to end.
Eric’s mouth is still on me and he hasn’t stopped, isn’t stopping, and I go over the edge again as he sucks my clit between his lips. I do scream then. I’m not in control. Every nerve is on fire and my back arches off the seat in an attempt to get closer to his mouth, the source of all this pleasure.
I never imagined that it could be like this.
He doesn’t stop tasting me, continuing to tease me with little licks even after I’ve come down from the cloud of pleasure, panting and spent, trying to catch my breath.
He takes his time pulling away, rearranging my dress. I don’t move until he pulls me upright. “I don’t really know what to say after that,” I admit.
Eric kisses me, and I can taste myself on his lips. I never thought that could be so impossibly sexy, but it is. “You don’t have to say anything. Just hearing you come was enough.”
“I could come more,” I say, hopeful and offering. “We don’t have to stop.”
“Believe me,” he says, “I don’t want to stop. But I’m not going to fuck you in a car any more than I’m going to fuck you in the back of a club.”
I make a dramatic frown. “I’d say what we just did was pretty close.”
He chuckles, pressing his lips to my neck. “No,” he says, “That will be much much more.”
“I’m not sure that’s possible,” I say as he rolls down the window of the car and waves to the driver, who’s waiting a ways away from the car with a coffee in his hand.
“When I have you all to myself in a bedroom all night,” Eric says, “you’re going to come more than twice. I’m going to make sure you have one hell of a first time, Sally Landing.”
“That just makes me want it to be tonight,” I say.
“Not yet,” he says. The driver’s door shuts, and the car begins to move. “I have to be up early, and as much as I want to take you back to my apartment right now,” he pulls me into him, arm around my waist, “and I do, I don’t want to have to wake up early and leave you naked in my bed either.”
“Okay.”
We fall into a comfortable silence, and I can’t help but think about how all this has happened in a day. Some would think it’s crazy, but it doesn’t seem like it could have happened any other way.
I lean my head against Eric’s shoulder as we enjoy the car ride, and it doesn’t feel like we’ve known each other for just a day. It feels like way more than that. Especially after dinner where I now know that he really wants to be a potter. That he loves dogs even though he doesn’t have one, and that his favorite place that he’s ever traveled is Greece. I told him about my crazy family filled with aunts and uncles and cousins and the drama that goes on there, and that whole travel thing.
I don’t think I ever realized how much I wanted to travel until he pushed me to say it. I’ve never been able to afford it, so it’s never been an option. Why even think about something that I can’t do?
I let my thoughts carry me and soon I find myself drifting, dozing in the aftermath of pleasure. More than that, sitting with Eric in the back of this car feels safe and comfortable in a way I don’t remember feeling. Ever.
Gently, Eric shakes me awake. “Sally, we’re here.”
“I don’t want to go,” I say sleepily.
“I know,” he laughs softly as he helps me out of the car. “I’ll see you tomorrow. For the party.”
“For the party,” I echo as he leans down and kisses me. It’s soft and it makes me ache in my chest.
“Dream of me,” he says with a smile, and he watches me until I’m all the way inside.
10
Eric
I pull up to my mother’s house in the middle of organized chaos. There are at least three trucks parked outside and a whole host of staff are carrying things inside. Most of those things are colored in shades of red and pink, and I fight the automatic sickening in my gut at the sight.
Why today?
Of all the days my mother could have picked for a party, it didn’t have to be today. She could throw a party any time she wants. But of course it’s Valentine’s and I’m in hell.
The only thing that’s going to make this day remotely better is Sally. Last night was amazing. I swear I could have kept my face buried in her pussy for hours just listening to the sounds she was making. But I’m not going to take it too fast, no matter how much I want to jump into bed with her. The last thing I want to do is to go too fast and ruin this, because against all odds, I like her.
Not because it’s strange that I would like someone like Sally, but because I never expected to have this level of connection with someone my sister met by accident. A blind date. Even after just two days, the idea of not seeing her again is painful. I’ve never believed in love at first sight, and I still don’t. But Sally seems to be proving me wrong about lots of things. Maybe, just maybe, she’s going to prove me wrong about how quickly someone can fall for someone else.
Even if I’m desperately afraid of that, and I know that usually leads to people getting hurt.
I get out of my car and dodge someone carrying an absurdly large plant, and head inside. My mother’s estate is huge, and it could take forever to track her down. But my guess is that she’s in the ballroom supervising the demonstration of this monstrosity.
I am, for once, entirely correct.
My mother is directing the raising of some vividly red drapes around the ballroom, with two young men on ladders trying to do what she’s commanding them to do.
She doesn’t see me come up behind her. “I think it looks fine,” I say.
“Oh, Eric,” she turns, a big smile on her face. “Thanks for coming out. It’s good to see you.”
“Your message sounded urgent, are you all right?”
She waves a hand, “Oh, I’m fine. I just needed help with something before tonight. Thought you might be the one to do it.”
“Okay,” I say, hesitating. “What is it?”
“We’ll get to that.” She turns back to the guys on the ladders. “You can take a break, boys. Come, have some tea with me.”
There’s already a table set up in the middle of the room where she can hold court. “I don’t drink tea, Mom,” I say, giving her a hug. I can’t help but notice how frail she feels. These last few years have been hard on her, since my dad left, and it shows to those of us who are paying attention, whether she wants us to notice or not.
“That doesn’t mean you can’t sit with me while I take a break. Just a short one though, there’s still so much to do.”
“You could always postpone the party to a different day.”
She pours herself a cup of tea from the elaborate pot. “Don’t be ridiculous. You can’t
cancel a party on the day of, that’s just bad manners.”