Forty-One

“IF I kiss you now, I’ll take you here and now, so I’ll continue to talk,” he said in crooning voice.
“I know.” Her thumb and forefinger played with his chin, strong and sexy. Why was everything in him so sexy?
“I still have to tell you everything I went through after I promised myself I will never approach you until I feel you can deal with me. I mean, before I saw you with that ugly prick by the side of the road and all good intentions left me.”
She giggled again, knowing already that he got jealous of Ruel. “Ugly? Ruel’s not ugly.”
“So you think he’s handsome, huh?” he asked in a highly threatening voice that made her giggle all the more.
“Not as handsome as you, but passable,” she managed to answer after it. “C’mon, Eric. He made an effort. He serenaded me, visited me even if he could be tired minding his mother’s store in town during the day, and even found a way to see me after you’ve imposed that curfew.”
“Is that all?” His voice was suddenly cold. “I passed by your house every single night since that first night, waiting for a chance to catch a glimpse of you when you close the windows. It was because I was so afraid I traumatized you that night that when you see me, I’d only scare you more. You did freeze up like a statue that day on the side of that road. I drove away before you could faint right there and give that prick a chance to touch you.”
She snickered, was surprised at the sound she made, then she giggled again.
“So now it’s all funny? Did you know how worried I was of you then?”
It was so hard to control her fit of laughter but she managed so she could talk. “I was thinking of running away with my mother and my brother that day because I… I thought at first that you really believe I was a whore and you would kick me out. That my mama would find out. I was frantically making plans. But then I… you took me from the road and brought back to your house, where my supposed traumatic experience happened.”
“Yes. And feeling already bad about what I did in the morning… and dirty because of what you might think of me… I kissed you and I did it all again.”
“I didn’t fight you,” she reminded him.
“Believe me, if you had pushed at me even a little…”
She laughed, but it was a soft laugh. “You already know I can’t ever do that like I couldn’t stop breathing…”
He stared at her face. “Oh god… say something like that again and I’d take you here, on the ground. And not even a lightning storm can stop me.”
She smirked. “You know how clear the skies are.”
He moaned. “I promised you we will talk.”
She nodded. “I know. So…” She took a deep breath to calm herself. “The… the medical exams, the pregnancy test…”
He grimaced. “You saw that, too?”
She nodded. “I was suspicious by then, but I just couldn’t accept the possibility that you already know.”
“I didn’t use protection and it was your first time. I had to be sure I hadn’t destroyed your life more than I felt I already have.”
“I still can’t understand why you didn’t just talk to me. It was about a month before we actually got to talk again. And watched me from afar? Every night? It’s not like we have too many neighbors in our old house. It was the only house there so it would have been easy catching me by myself and talk to me.” Now that she knew he wasn’t a threat, she wondered about this.
“I thought you hated me. Well, you weren’t, but you were terrified of me. It’s the first time someone hated me because I did something despicable to her and I… there was a time I couldn’t deal with what you might do when you see me. You don’t really know how guilty I felt. I was very drunk that night… I remembered having the greatest sex of my life with this girl. Then there was blood in there, and I thought I remembered differently. That what I might have done was rape you.”
“Oh.” She blinked. She didn’t think of that. “You know now that’s not true.”
“Yes.”
“But you didn’t know that then and you kidnapped me and brought me back to your house and had sex with me again?”
He scowled. “It does sound bad. In my defense, the moment you responded to my kisses, I lost it. I couldn’t believe myself. But it was like all the fears of hurting you, of traumatizing you, went away the moment you kissed me back exactly how I remembered you kissed me that night. I unraveled. I just know I have to have you again and confirm what I remember. Or if it wasn’t as good as I remember, at least try to do it better with you so you will forget the first time.”
“The first one… the first one was special.”
She heard his breath caught. “Really?” he asked.
She caressed his cheeks with her hands lovingly. “That night was my first of everything. First time I was alone with a man, first kiss, first getting naked with a man… first time I was made love to…”
He looked like he was about ready to die with guilt, but at the same time,. his eyes couldn’t look more adoringly at her.
“If I wasn’t so drunk, I could have made it better. I wouldn’t have been rough on you. Because I remember that.”
“You keep saying that, but if I hadn’t liked it, if I’d been traumatized, you never would have had the chance to kiss me again. But you’ve kissed me over and over since then.”
He shook his head. “Will not stop.”
“You are crazy.”
He nodded. “I am. About you. Too much.”
“Oh, Eric…”
“And may I confess,” he said, his voice soft, “that the way you call my name makes me melt like a puddle in your hands?”
“Just kiss me now.”
He gasped. “And I said, if I do that—”
She raised his chin as she lowered her head to his and initiated this kiss herself.
His arms convulsively crushed her to him, and he growled between their lips, but his returning kiss was hot and hungry, and she knew she would indeed be ravished right here, right now. There was no way they could reach the house with this kiss.
Hard and obsessive, deep and almost rough. He moved and she was lifted from the tree trunk and was laid on the forest floor.
“My dress!” she gasped when he let go of her lips to start on the buttons.
“We’ll wash and dry it fast in the house.”
“That fast?”
He nodded, already halfway down her dress. “Fifteen minutes.”
“Oh. Okay. Oohhh…”
He hadn’t finished with the buttons and was tempted with freeing her breasts from her bra to taste a nipple.
She moaned again when he suckled it hard, stretching it inside his warm mouth.
He went to the other nipple and did the same, and her back left the forest floor as her fingers which were musing his hair pulled enough not to hurt but to let him know her pleasure.
“Oh… Eric… suck harder…”
He did, sucked her hard enough for it to hurt a little. His hands were kneading both breasts and she held one hand to squeeze, telling him to knead harder.
“Ahhh… yes…”
She moaned harder the harder he played with both breasts, the harder he ground his erection against her, because he was lying between her thighs then, and though they were both still clothed, she could feel his rock-hard erection.
“I’ve missed you… I missed this,” he told her after he raised his head and he rained kisses back up her face.
As he was saying so, his hand had sneaked down to slid inside her panties to cup her down there.
“Let me see how wet you are.”
Without shame, she moved her hips to rub herself against his hand. “Ahh…” she moaned as a finger slid between the folds of her pussy to tickle her clit, only to go in further until it was inside her, testing her wetness.
And as he kissed her open mouth, as he sucked her tongue, he added another finger, and she rocked her hips against the digits.
“Oh god… Eric… Eric…” she cried after he’d let go of her mouth and he took his fingers out so he could continue unhooking her buttons. She on the other hand sat down to help him off his clothes.
Though both furious and excited, they managed to rid themselves of the clothes in a very short time, and then he was down there, between her thighs, even as she protested because she was wet and ready and wanting him inside her desperately.
He wanted to taste her.
And she realized how long it was since they had done this. If she felt this impatient, she wondered about him.
Yet, he was taking his time to pleasure her.
The last time, they even had no time for this because they were sneaky and did it in the kitchen of her house.
She wanted to insist he take her now, but there was the first lick of his tongue…
And she was a goner.