Page 49 of Daddy Erik
She stares at me, and all she can do is swallow before parting her lips. “I want you inside me."
CLAIRE
His hand softly and purposefully touches my knee.
I look at him, and he is looking back at me with dark eyes.
His fingers gently slide up, reaching closer to my underwear. "Please, Erik," I whisper gently, and the words hardly come out. My voice shakes, which shows how much I want it.
He comes closer, and I can feel his warm breath on my ear. "I hear you, little one, and I'll give you what you want soon."
Erik's hand keeps exploring until it discovers the heat that is pulsing between my legs.
I bite my lip to keep from gasping when he touches me through the thin fabric. My knees come together on their own, but he pushes them apart with a powerful, firm palm.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asks again, this time with a voice that is both teasing and grave.
I murmur, "No," the word coming out before I can stop it.
He inserts his fingers under the lace and moans softly as he feels how wet I am. He touches me slowly and deliberately, and my head falls back. His fingers move in a beautiful circle that makes me insane.
I don't know where I am, and I'm breathing quickly. My hips bend toward his hand because I want to be closer to him, and his fingers slide inside me, filling me just enough to make me want him even more. I bite my knuckle to stay quiet, but I can't when he twists his fingers and touches a spot that makes my whole body shudder.
He can barely hear me when I say, "Erik." He leans closer, and his lips touch my neck.
He says, "You're going to come for me," and the heat of his breath makes me shiver. I'm almost there.
I desire and need a lot of stuff. His hands are all over me, pulling at my pajama bottoms and getting them off so he can touch every inch of my hot skin. "I want you now," I whisper between kisses, my hands fumbling with his belt. He pulls me along until we fall deeper onto the bed, where our arms and legs are all tangled up. I remove his shirt over his head while I sit on top of him. He pulls down his boxers and slacks.
He groans, "You're so fucking perfect," and his hands cup my breasts while his thumbs tease my nipples till I lean against him. I rub against him and can feel how hard he is, but that's not enough. I need more; I need him to be in me and be responsible for everything. His massive cock is already up, and I can't help but want to devour it. The sharp gasp is all the incentive I need when I finally take him in hand. It's a quick, almost instinctual response.
I give him a delicate massage, appreciating how smooth and steel-like his skin feels under my fingers. I can feel his body tense up as I tease him.
He moves his hips a little and lets out a low, guttural groan. I can't ignore the noise any longer because it makes my thighs feel hot. "God, Claire," he says in a raspy voice, and the words sound heavy and strained.
His hands go to my hips, and his fingers sink into my skin with just the right amount of pressure to make me gasp. When I reach for a condom on his side of the bed, my heart races as he holds me.
My hands are shaking a little, but I take a deep breath and put it on. He has a firm hold on my hips, which helps me get into the right position over him. I slowly put him inside me, inch by inch, and my pussy stretches around him.
It hurts to stretch, but it feels so good. I can feel him filling every nerve in my body. I don't stop until I've taken him to the base and buried him deep inside me. I lean forward and place my hands on his shoulders to assist me in staying up.
I slowly sit up straight. The new angle makes him go even deeper, and the pressure rises to the point where it almost becomes too much, but it's exactly what I want.
His hands glide up my sides, and his fingertips graze my skin before he clutches my hips again.
His touch is powerful and urgent. He tells me to move faster by tightening his grip, and I do, breathing faster with each breath.
I put my hands on his chest and spread my fingers over the tense muscles underneath. I push into him, and he pushes deeper. Every thrust makes me scream. "God, you feel so good," he groans, his voice full with yearning. As the music of our movements gets faster and more frenzied, he grinds his hips against mine, mirroring what I'm doing.
The sound of our bodies moving together is smooth and sexy, and with each stroke, I grow closer to the edge. "Claire," he groans, and his hands move me as his head falls back. I benddown and kiss him deeply. Our tongues get tangled together as I ride him harder. The sound of our bodies moving together fills the room, and each thrust makes me feel more and more like I'm about to fall off the edge.
His grip gets stronger. "Almost there," he groans, his voice strained. I gasp, "Me too," and the tension keeps rising until it breaks.
And then it all comes apart. A wave of happiness hits me, making me shake and taking my breath away as my body lets go. My scream fills the room and mixes with his loud, deep moan as he follows.
We both lie there, out of breath and full, with our bodies still touching. I place my head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat as we come down from the high. He holds me fiercely, as if he will never let go.
ERIK
