Chapter 26 – May 29, 1994 – Camille #3
Erich grunted as my toe reached the waistband of his sweats, pulling them down slightly.
My hands went up to his face, my fingers tracing down his cheekbones to his jawline.
I stuck my foot underneath the waistband and pulled down harder before he rose from his position on top of me and got up to pull his pants off.
I took in the sight of all of him. The excitement in the pit of my stomach returned, and I was becoming increasingly aware of the sweat on my forehead causing my hair to stick to my temples. My lips curled up into a smile as I bit my bottom lip, relaxing my legs.
“Don’t make me say yes again,” I giggled as he hovered over me, putting his weight on his arms at each side of my head before he peppered the side of my face with kisses.
“Keep giving orders, and I won’t have to,” he breathed in my ear before biting and gently pulling down, earning my surprised gasp.
My clumsy hands came up to his neck, pulling his face down to my own before I claimed what was mine. As our lips met, my fingers went to his hair, gripping as I held my chest up against his and shivered at the warmth of his bare skin pressed against my own.
Erich’s groan was unexpected and woke something feral deep in my soul as my shaky leg came up to wrap around his waist. The combination of his primal sounds and the heat of his breath on my lips caused me to drip with need as I tried to close the distance further.
I pulled him further down, despite the way my legs were beginning to feel like jelly.
“Tell me to stop.” Erich’s low voice broke the background noise of the pelting rain against the window as his lips lingered over my flushed cheek.
If he was intentionally teasing me with our bodies so close, yet not connected, it was working.
My grip in his hair tightened as I forced my leg down harder in response in an attempt to finally have him.
I moved my hips up to meet his, practically begging him to take me.
“If you stop now, I’ll tie you to that damn chair and make you watch as I figure it out myself. ”
“Fuck, Bambi.” He groaned in my hair. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
And then… he lifted himself up and rolled off the bed.
My mouth gaped open as I thought of the audacity Erich had to leave me trembling underneath him, serving myself on a silver platter, enjoying the erotic touch of his skin on my own.
I pulled myself up, leaning back on my arms as I watched him fall back into the chair he was sitting in to take his boots off when he got home.
A crack of thunder sounded outside, and it wasn’t nearly as loud in its frustration as I was.
“What the hell?” I half spat, half stuttered, shaking with sexual tension as Erich watched me from the hardwood chair, using the table next to the chair to hold the side of his face in his hand with a growing smirk.
“Ropes in the car if you need it.” Erich’s crooked smile was mocking me as the once-romantic fireplace crackled again. One of the logs broke, sending a few sparks to fly up and light his face further. “Or… you could just come here and pin me down yourself.”
I threw my legs off the bed, but I wasn’t sure what my plan was. I glared at him, shakily brushing my messy hair from my face as his smirk grew.
I wanted to smack him.
But I also wanted to do exactly what he suggested.
He leaned back in the chair, spreading his legs enough to get comfortable. My eyes drifted from his toned abs, to the upside-down cross, further down to the V of his groin—an arrow pointing to what I was truly after… and I made up my mind.
I got off the bed and closed the distance to the chair, planting one knee on his thigh before I could sit on his lap and place my other knee on what was left of the chair’s seat as well.
His cocky smile was enough to make me drop as I searched for a place to put my hands.
He grabbed my wrists, pulling them back, so they rested on the back of the chair behind his head.
The action pulled my body forward as well, and my eyes were level with that damned smile as his words burned into my brain.
“Move your knees closer to the back of the chair.”
I complied once he let go of my hands, leaving them on the top-most part of the back. I shifted my knees closer to where the seat met the backrest, causing my bent legs to rest on his spread thighs, pressing our naked bodies together. I shuddered at the contact, sending prickles up my back.
He reached down between us, holding his length with one hand and placing his other hand on the small of my back.
His lips curved up in a roguish grin again as I leaned into him, using my leverage on the chair to hold myself steady.
“Now you can show me what you meant when you said you’d figure it out yourself. ”
I was still slightly furious with his abandonment on the bed as I bit the inside of my cheek. I lifted myself up and slowly brought myself down on him, stopping halfway as a whimper escaped my lips.
My grip on the rustic chair tightened as I let out a shaky breath, the fear crossing my mind that our combined weight could break it.
Erich leaned his head back, running his hand up my back as he watched me through half-closed eyes.
“Go slow,” he murmured breathlessly. “Don’t squeeze your legs together. ”
I rose slightly before letting my legs dangle to the side of the chair.
My thighs were held in place by his as I sat on his lap, giving me enough room to move.
Then, I slowly lowered myself back down, gasping as I took his whole length.
My grip on the chair loosened, and I pushed my chest up against his as the air escaped my lungs.
Erich’s fingers on my back tightened, nails digging slightly as his other hand dropped lazily to the side of the chair. He closed his eyes, a raspy groan sounding in his throat. “Take it out on me, Bambi. I can handle it.”
I slowly lifted myself up again, fighting the tremble of my legs as I brought myself down just as slowly.
I thought his tongue on my clit was the best high of my life moments earlier, but taking him on the chair was surreal.
Another crack of thunder sounded outside to pair with the heavy rain on the glass window, but I could barely hear it over his light moan in my ear as I found my rhythm on his lap.
I was clenching my teeth as I fought the recurring sparks that burned in my core. My arms were trembling behind him as my nipples brushed his chest. Erich’s arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me even closer than I thought was possible.
“Bite me,” he mumbled in my ear, moving his hands down to my ass and holding me down against him. I gasped, edging myself as my whole body tensed at the sound of his voice. “Don’t clench your teeth.”
I continued to move my hips, feeling the heavy thud of my heart matching his as I brought my lips to his neck. I gasped again as he squeezed my ass, slowing my movement. He shivered as my lips brushed his neck.
I kissed softly before finding my mark. I nibbled gently, and moaned as I gave in to his request, tasting the salt of his skin on my tongue.
Erich’s short, breathy chuckle caused me to bite down a little harder as I quivered again. My eyes closed, and I began to move my hips faster as his head rolled back against my clenched hands on the chair.
“Camille… fuck.” He gasped underneath me. “Tell me you’re fucking close.”
I was. I could barely hold myself back any longer. I whimpered in response as I bit harder before I pulled away. My arms were weak as I pushed myself away enough to look into his eyes as I spoke. “With me,” I breathed, my messy hair shifting over my shoulders.
My vision drifted from his clouded, light blue eyes to the reddening bite mark on his neck before I let the release take me. I moaned as I trembled in his arms, clenching around him as he pulled me back down against his chest and groaned in my ear.
We were both out of breath as I rested the side of my face on his shoulder, his rapid breathing causing my hair to fall into my face. I let go of the chair and moved my arms to his chest, grazing the warmth of his skin as I grounded myself in his arms.
Erich’s face rested in my hair for several seconds as he controlled his breathing. He kissed the top of my head once and held back a low, rough sound in his throat as he held me against him.
He rose from the chair and lifted me up with him before adjusting me in his arms so he could carry me back to the bed to sleep off our high.