Chapter 23
Tonight You Are Mine - The Technicolors
T
he second Erik slammed the door shut, Abby was pressed against it, caged by his hands as he kissed her.
She was never going to get tired of this.
Calm, contained Erik losing all control the second he got her alone was easily the sexiest thing she’d ever experienced. Going so many years with him so close at hand and not spending all their time doing exactly this suddenly felt like a crime against humanity.
Maybe her feelings around sex would be less complicated had Erik been sneaking up the stairs to do this after his parents went to bed on a Saturday night.
Erik’s hands slid down the door, stopping when he reached the back of her thighs. He gripped them, applying just enough pressure to make Abby lift her legs and wrap them around his waist. He groaned into her mouth at the contact. She whimpered as he pressed her harder against the door.
‘This okay?’ he murmured.
‘Fucking perfect,’ she muttered, dragging his lips back to hers.
Erik had always been so gentle with her, touching and holding her delicately. And she adored that care and tenderness. But in that moment, it was driving her crazy that he was comfortable being rough with her. Finding pleasure and intimacy in a way that was so new to them. After a lifetime joking that they always knew what the other was thinking, it didn’t surprise her that they seemed completely in sync in this way too.
Digging his fingers deep into her thighs to hold her in place, Erik carried Abby across the room and deposited her on the desk. She’d have bruises tomorrow. Worth it , that feral little voice deep in her head whispered.
Erik unknotted her limbs from his body, smiling when she pouted and reached for his belt.
‘I want to treat you.’ Her voice dropped to barely a whisper as she admitted, ‘Taste you.’
The idea of treating him was only partly true. It would be just as much for her. She’d been fantasising about her mouth on him since they’d played Truth or Dare, desperate to feel the weight of him on her tongue thanks to those joggers revealing the long, hard line of him.
He shook his head, a small whine escaping him at her words. ‘I want that so fucking badly. But I had a plan for tonight. Plus, we had a deal. And where would we be if I just let you do whatever you want?’
A flash of pink caught her eye, and Abby tore her gaze away from Erik’s to the hand that had been rummaging in the desk drawer. A hand now clutching a familiar piece of pink silicone.
‘You knew I’d grabbed your stuff from your room,’ he said, some shyness creeping into his smile.
‘And why do you have it now?’ Abby breathed.
Erik stepped back between her legs and ducked his head to her ear. ‘I’ve kind of been fixating for the last few days. I want to watch.’
‘Why?’ It was a stupid question, really. She’d want to watch him.
‘Because I’m a little obsessed with the idea of making you come in as many ways as I can. Because I’m desperate to know what you like. What you do to yourself when you’re alone in the dark. Because it feels like I was deprived of the whole experience the other night. And because you are insanely sexy when you finish but I can’t appreciate it fully when you’re so tight and wet and warm around me that every bit of strength is focused on making sure I don’t explode instantly.’
With his breath on her skin, his hands sliding over her waist, and his hard body pressed against hers, she was finding it hard to concentrate. On some level, her brain still flagged the idea as wrong . Shameful. Embarrassing. But her body was begging her to give in, the spot between her legs thrumming with need. Erik’s strong hands bracketing her hips grounded her, reminding her how safe she was with him.
He pulled back when she didn’t respond, a gentle hand replacing the warmth from his mouth on her neck. ‘If you’re not comfortable…we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, baby.’
That wasn’t it. The idea became more appealing with each passing second. But—
‘No. It’s just, I don’t really do… that ? I didn’t even own a vibrator until a few days ago. The other night was the first time I’d ever used one. I don’t know what I’m doing.’
‘Do you want to try?’ Erik asked softly. ‘I don’t think there are a lot of ways it can go wrong.’ He flashed a small smirk. Combined with his messy hair and the flushed skin disappearing into the white cotton of his half-buttoned shirt, the effect was devastating.
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.
‘Watch yourself as you come.’ He’d been firm with her already, realising quickly that she quite liked him being bossy, but that voice …he’d never sounded like that. ‘I need you to see what I see.’
Erik lifted his hips as she ground onto him and she gasped. When he squeezed her breast she buckled, waves of euphoria crashing over her.
‘I said watch ,’ he growled, holding her chin in place so she was facing her reflection again.
Abby’s face was contorted, skin glowing, eyes almost fully black with her pupils blown wide. She looked possessed by pleasure. She watched, half detached from her body, as her nails left long, red lines on Erik’s back. When he tilted her chin back down to look at him, she enjoyed a second of her expression mirrored on his face as he gave one final, deep thrust into her still-throbbing body, before dropping his head to muffle his moans in her chest.
A full minute passed before either of them spoke, Erik making soothing sounds in her ear as she came back to herself.
‘Are you okay, Sunshine?’
‘That was…that was…’ Abby’s mind was still a blank pool of nothing.
Erik’s arms tightened around her, his face alight with pure love. ‘I know, baby. I know.’