Chapter 43 Sierra is Really Clean

Sierra was very tired.
But at night, she tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. Every time she was about to fall asleep, she felt her body being held by a pair of strong arms, and the man calling her name softly: "Sierra..."
She would wake up startled.
The dim bedroom only had a faint light leaking through the gap in the window curtains from the moonlight, making everything seem surreal.
Sierra sat up and gently touched her face.
It wasn't a dream.
She was in Eric's house, sleeping on his bed...
The bedroom door opened quietly. Eric came back after finishing his work and saw Sierra sitting on the bed with a bewildered look like a pitiful little dog.
Eric gave up on turning on the lights, walked over to sit beside her on the bed, and gently rubbed her soft long hair. "Why haven't you slept yet?"
Sierra leaned against his shoulder obediently as he stroked her hair with his hand.
Eric knew what she wanted to ask him and whispered in her ear: "I arranged it just now. I'll go out tomorrow morning; if nothing unexpected happens, I should be able to bail you out."
Sierra was extremely grateful but didn't say anything; instead, she hugged him tightly around his neck.
At Eric's age when he was full of vigor and vitality, he didn't need to compromise himself unnecessarily. So everything happened naturally under his guidance as they embraced each other passionately...
Sierra was somewhat nervous for being intimate for the first time; not knowing where to put hands or feet while trembling all over uncontrollably made things worse for herself. The more this happened though, the more passionate Eric became...
Just when both were lost in their passion, Sierra frowned slightly before letting out a soft cry of pain.
"What's wrong?" Eric swallowed hard, his hot breath blowing on her ear as he asked softly.
"My heel is sore and hurts," Sierra said in a trembling voice.
Eric held the back of her head with his palm, looking down at her. Sierra was afraid that he would be unhappy, so she hugged him around the neck and said softly: "It doesn't hurt anymore."
Eric chuckled lightly.
He rubbed his nose against hers playfully while speaking in a hoarse voice: "Miss Adler, are you more anxious than I am?"
Sierra blushed so much that it seemed like blood might drip out of her face any moment now.
Eric didn't tease her anymore; instead, he reached for the bedside lamp switch and turned it on. The dim yellow light illuminated everything clearly between them.
Sierra quickly covered herself with the bedsheet.
"Are you this shy?" Eric joked. "I thought you were an innocent little girl who didn't understand anything about sex and wouldn't dare to do anything."
He was just joking but had no idea that Sierra really hadn't been with anyone before.
Before Eric got up to get the medicine box, Sierra hurriedly put on a shirt.
When Eric returned with the medicine box, Sierra was already sitting by the bed. She whispered, "I'll do it myself."
But Eric stopped her.
He squatted down, kneeled down, and gently applied ointment to one of Sierra's feet. Sierra felt uneasy.
In this relationship, she felt that Eric didn't need to treat her so well or be so considerate towards her. At least not in such an intimate way. Eric looked up: "Don’t move."
Guessing what she was thinking, Eric spoke calmly: "I don’t like forcing people. We're equal during our time together...um, the ideal state is mutual pleasure."
This sounded quite cheesy to Sierra. She wanted to ask how many relationships like this he had, but found it uninteresting in the end: they were nothing to each other! Eric didn't say it explicitly, but she understood his meaning. He would treat her well, but when he got tired of her, their relationship would come to an end!
Sierra thought that she should be grateful to him for leaving her with a little bit of dignity at her most embarrassing moment.