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Walking back to the couch after kicking off my shoes again, I settle into the same spot as before, right beside Erica.
She lights up instantly, flashing me a bright grin as she crawls over and presses herself against my side.
Lifting my right arm, I wrap it around her and pull her in close.
Erica curls into me without hesitation, smiling as she drapes her right arm across my body.
“This is nice,” she says softly.
My heart kicks harder against my ribs. Her right arm, still draped around me, slides slowly downward until her hand rests warm on my stomach.
I keep my own arm wrapped around her, breathing slow and controlled through my nose, trying to stay calm.
Erica tenses against me. Then, even while curled into my side, she lifts her head, glances up at my face, and lets her eyes drift down to my lap.
Oh boy. I already know what’s coming.
“You’re hard,” Erica says.
I can't speak.
Then, giggling softly, she asks, “Are you horny?”
“I'm not answering that,” I tell her.
Erica smiles, looking up at me. “You don't have to.” She squeezes her arm around me a little tighter. “I know you are,” she says.
Trying to keep my face neutral, I reply, “Then why did you ask?”
I'm completely aware that my voice carries annoyance. This is very frustrating for me.
Erica shrugs, still holding me. “I want to know if you're truthful.” Then she looks up at me again. “Can I touch it?” She sounds like a little cartoon character, all spastic and cheery right now.
“No,” I say flatly.
My face instantly goes red as Erica suddenly removes her arm from around me. At first I'm sad, thinking she's going to pull away or go to her room because she's angry with me.
I don't want her to go.
But she completely surprises me when she climbs on top of me, straddling my lap, and kisses my cheek.
Taking in a big gulp of air, I feel my heart rate increase even more.
“No,” I tell her. Closing my eyes, I breathe again, fast. “Erica, no,” I say, a little less convincingly. But she feels so good.
Leaning my head back on the couch with eyes closed and chest heaving, I hold my hands away so I don't touch her. Erica uses the access to kiss the front of my neck, right on my Adam's apple, then the sides very slowly. My breath hitches.
“God please, please give me strength, please.”
But even as I say it, my hands have a mind of their own. Each one lands on her waist, gripping her gently.
“As long as you don't do anything, you're not sinning,” Erica says. “ I'm the one kissing you.” She moves to the other side of my neck and licks there.
Feeling my penis throbbing under what is most certainly her vagina pressed against my erection, I stay frozen in place.
She whispers against my neck, “I'm the one rubbing my pussy against you.” Her words flow into my ear, sending a tingle through me.
Erica plants a kiss on my lips, her tongue tracing the bottom one. I try to measure my breathing. My eyes focus on her, then at the ceiling, trying my best to fight this.
Zoe’s voice cuts through the haze in my head: Erica only mocks you behind your back. If she doesn’t actually care, if this is just a game to her, then she’s using me. Entertainment. Nothing more.
Narrowing my eyes at her as she leans back, still straddling my lap, her vagina pressing more onto my hard penis, I ask, “Do you have feelings for me? Or do you just want sex all the time with anybody?”
Erica smiles, her face softening. “I like sex,” she says, “but I really want it with you.”
My lungs work overtime. She wants to have sex with me.
With me .
I shouldn't have an ego… but hearing her say that makes me feel good.
She leans forward and I grip her waist a little tighter, pushing her back very slightly. I narrow my eyes in suspicion again and ask, “Why?” Because I need to know.
Erica starts drawing circles on my erection with her hips as they move slowly and sensually.
“Because I like you,” she says.
I ask again, “Why?”
“Because you're a good man.”
As she leans in to kiss my lips, before she reaches them, I tell her very softly, very pointedly…
“Then why are you trying to ruin me?”
Erica freezes, staring at my lips and then my eyes. She leans back ever so slightly, blinking slowly, as if she never thought about this.
“If you really cared for me, you would know how important God is to me. And you wouldn't be doing this,” I remind her in a calm voice, as if we're both coming to this realization.
Sitting up a little straighter, Erica bows her head in shame. “You're right. I do care about you. I'm sorry. It's really hard.”
She draws in a slow breath, her gaze lifting to the ceiling before settling back on me. “Then we should stay away from each other, King,” she says, completely still.
Searching her eyes, seeing that she's sincere, I reply, “We should.”
“Yeah,” Erica says quietly.
We just look at each other. Neither of us moves. She’s still sitting on me, my hands resting on either side of her hips.
“Even if you were Christian,” I add, “we still couldn’t… not with the vow I made to God.”
Erica nods very slowly, looking at my stomach or not at anything in particular. “Okay.”
She starts to shift backward, trying to slide off my lap, but I catch her hips and pull her right back down, keeping her firmly straddled over me.
My hands slide from her waist, arms wrapping fully around her now, crossing behind her narrow back so she’s locked against me, still in her straddle, except now she’s caught.
I stay reclined against the couch, our bellies pressed together.
Quietly, I murmur against her ear, “You need to know how it feels.”
Leaning forward just enough to draw her in tighter, I find the soft skin of her neck with my mouth and kiss it lightly once, then linger there. Breathing her in, I whisper, “Try to stop me.”
Erica’s breathing comes uneven and shallow, her chest rising and falling too fast. She’s clearly turned on too, her body responding even if her mind is still catching up.
“King, what do you mean?” she asks in a small voice.
Dragging my tongue slowly along the side of her neck and tasting the warmth of her skin, I then press my lips to the tender spot just under her jaw. Moving to the other side, I kiss there too.
I lift my eyes to hers.
“You want it, right? Try to stop me.”
Feeling her pulse flutter under my mouth, I keep tracing lazy circles with the tip of my tongue over the heated skin of her neck. Lowering my lips to the base where her shoulder meets her collarbone, I kiss the front of her throat again, lingering there and breathing her in.
She tastes clean and sweet , layered with the faint floral bite of her perfume. Every inch of her pulls me in deeper, but I need her to feel exactly what this does to me and how badly it hurts to fight.
Erica exhales shakily, her voice barely above a whisper. “It's... it's... it's hard,” she stutters in a helpless way that makes my erection twitch.
My mouth remains pressed to the warm curve of her neck, words vibrating against her skin. “'Cause you have no discipline.”
“I...” Erica starts.
But I cut her off, giving her my soft reply. “That's how it feels for me. Every time.”
“It does take a lot of discipline. It’s torture,” Erica says, her head tipping back as she leans into the feel of my lips along her neck.
“It is,” I murmur, my breath warm against her skin.
“Do you think about me?” she asks, moaning the words that sound like music to my ears.
“Do you think about me?” I throw the question back.
“ All the time,” she admits, her voice breathy now. Her breathing picks up as she grips the front of my shirt, holding on while my arms stay wrapped around her, keeping her close.
My heart leaps for joy at her reply.
Erica thinks about me. She always thinks about me. What does she think about?
Moving to the other side of her neck, I lick her clavicles, tracing a line over them before giving her one kiss on the side, then one kiss under her chin, then another on the other side, stimulating her with the touch of my lips.
“You like me because I’m a good man.” Another kiss to her throat. “Because I have discipline.” Another follows at the front of her neck, my tongue moving with my lips.
“If I give in, I’ll become the thing that you don’t like.” A slow suck against the right side of her neck, my penis hardening so much it can’t go anymore. “You shouldn’t want to ruin a good thing, Erica.”
Erica can barely catch her breath. Her eyes stay closed, her head still tipped back. “Then… stop kissing me. Unless you can’t,” she says, lifting her head and looking straight at me, her eyes glassy, her expression hungry.
“I can. Because I have discipline,” I tell her in the same hushed tone she has, my voice heavy even to my own ears. My gaze lingers on hers, then drifts to her lips.
“King…” Erica says, holding my gaze and licking her lips, the ones I can’t stop looking at.
“I worked… hard to get this discipline.”
Erica licks her lips again, her mouth hanging open. She takes a big silent gulp of air, showing how turned on she is. “I understand,” she barely gets out.
She nods slowly, almost shaking her head like she’s trying to clear it.
“I understand,” she repeats, quieter this time, and starts to slide off my lap.
My arms tighten before she can get far, refusing to let her go and causing her weight to settle back into my lap.
My arms stay wrapped around her, locked behind her back, and I just pull, drawing her straight into me until there’s no space left between us. Leaning back into the couch with her, sinking into it like an octopus wrapping its tentacles around its prey and dragging it back into the depths.
Her chest presses flush against mine, and with the motion of her falling forward into me, her lips land on mine exactly where I want them… where I need them to be.
The mold of her vagina presses right against my rock-hard erection, straining to break free from the barrier of the fabric restraints.
I want to be inside her.
I should stop…
Kissing her feels good as our wet mouths and tongues slide around on each other as if sparring. I really should stop…
But it feels so good.
Erica makes me crazy.
I’m so confused.
It feels so good.
It feels so… feels… so good.