Sara's Unyielding Lover (The Lovers Series) (7 page)

Thirsty after all their
canoodling and a hot steaming shower Sara made her way to the kitchen with Eric
following at her heels. Opening the cabinet door to get a glass for herself her
back to him she asked

“Are you thirsty? I’m
getting a glass of tea for myself.”

“Yeah, glass of tea
sounds good.” He replied as he walked up behind her putting a hand on either
side of her; trapping her against the counter. He then ran his nose from the
side of her head down to her neck. “Mmmmmmm” he purred “Pear has now become my
new favorite scent.”

Sara somewhat trembled
from the feel of his warm breath on her neck. Reaching for the second glass she
placed it on the counter next to hers. Hands holding onto the counter, head
down eyes closed in a whisper of a voice she countered.

“You’re gonna have to
move so I can get us the tea.”

Eric chortled against
her ear, placed a gentle kiss on her cheek and backed up till he was leaning on
the island. No longer confined Sara turned to open her frig. Her frig had those
side by side doors which she didn’t particularly like; yes they had the same
cubit space as regular frigs but in reality it was so narrow on each side you
couldn’t put big platters or a flat of sodas inside. But she did like the fact
that she had an ice dispenser. She hated ice trays she could never get the
cubes out without turning it upside down and banging it on the counter.

Sara went back to the
counter with a jug filled with a dark reddish purplish liquid inside; she was
filling up her glass when Eric leaned back with his muscled arms crossed over
his bare chest and asked. “What kind tea is purple?”

“Jo Ann took me to a
Mexican restaurant for lunch on my first day of work; she ordered this tea for
me. I think it’s called hicama or something. Well I loved it so much Jo Ann
bought me a jug and gave it to me then next day.”

Eric’s body shook with laughter;
shaking his head he corrected her. “No baby it’s called Jamaica; it’s pronounced
ha-my-cah. It’s more popular in the Hispanic community than anywhere else. It’s
made from Hibiscus blossoms. It’s actually really bitter if you don’t sweeten
it enough.”

Sara snickered at her
hack job of pronouncing the drinks name; while handing over a glass to Eric and
taking a sip from hers. It was cool refreshing and sweet; she drank till the
cup was nearly half empty.

Watching Sara drink her
Jamaica, Eric then took a small swig from his glass. Eric set his glass down
reached for Sara’s glass and set it next to his. He pointed to the clock on the
microwave.

“It’s after midnight, are
you ready for bed?”

“Bed? You’re staying?”

Moving directly in front
of her positioning his hands her hips he dipped down placing little kisses on
her neck then he asked.

“Do you want me to go?”

Did she want him to go?
She was unsure, she couldn’t think especially while he was kissing her. All she
really wanted to do was let loose a moan, her body was heating and her nipples
were hard again. She didn’t understand but her body continued to respond so
quickly to him. It was like her body had a mind of its own and it was
insatiable. She had no idea any of this would happen. The only thing she could
think of was to say the truth. Drawing in a big calming breath, placing her
palms on his warm firm chest she answered his question.

"This all happened
so suddenly, my mind is still spinning and is having a hard time keeping up."

Speaking in between the
kisses he was still placing up and down her neck, giving her hips a slight
squeeze Eric asked.

"Do you like the
way I kiss you?"

"Yes."

“Do you like the way I
touch you?”

“Yes.”

“Do you like how I make
you feel?”

“Yes.”

“Do you like the way I
make I make cum?” He accentuated his question with a bite on the most sensitive
place on her neck eliciting a gasp and groan from Sara.

“AAhhhhrrrrr”
Her voice was barely audible.

“Yes.”

“I want you and not just
for tonight. You want me?”

“Yes.”

“Then let's go to bed.”

“Ok.”

Taking hold one of her
hands and the clothes he had brought out of the bathroom. He led her down the
hall; opening the only other door which obviously had to be
 
her bedroom. Eric once again ran his
hand along the wall to feel for the switch. Finding it he flicked the overhead
light on; tossed the clothes he was carrying to the side, after that he looked
around her room. She had clothes neatly stacked on the floor up against the
right side of the room, next to what looked to be her closet.

There was a pretty good
size window in the middle of the center wall; it had what looked like antique
styled roman shades.
“She really loves
the antique style”
He thought as he gazed at her window. Directly under the
window was what looked like a bed made of comforters.
“She really has been sleeping on the floor; well I’ll change that
tomorrow.”
She had a few pillows at the head of her bed and a long body
pillow lying parallel with the bed.
“She
must like to cuddle.”
With that thought lingering in his mind he stepped
further into her room pulling her behind him. Releasing her hand he walked
across her room to her window and raised the shade just enough to let the light
of the moon and stars in. When he thought there was enough light he dropped the
shade string and he turned to Sara.

“Turn off the light and
come here baby.” He stretched his hand out into the air gesturing her to come.

Sara didn’t know why she
was being so compliant; after all wasn’t her new motto to do what she wanted.
Who was she kidding she wanted him, with everything he has made her feel over
the last few hours she wanted more. Her body has never felt as alive as it has
in these few hours with him. Who would have thought that virtuous Ms. Sara
Stevens would be able to have a sexual tryst with a man she’d know for less
than a day. If someone would have come up to her this morning and told her this
was how her day was going to go she would have laughed in their face and told
them they were crazy. But here she was in her bathrobe with a towel wrapped
around her head; standing a few feet away from a naked man wrapped in a towel
who was waiting for her.

Sara slowly reached for
the switch and turned off the light. It took a minute before her eyes adjusted
to the darkness of the room. With only the soft pale glow from the moon and
stars as light she walked until she reached Eric’s out stretched hand, placed
hers in his and let him pull her in to his arms.

“Now if I remember
right, I said that after our shower I would make love to you till you passed
out. And I intend to deliver but first we need to get rid of these”

He reached out and
unwound the towel atop her head once off he threw it to the side near the bedroom
door.

“Better, now...”

His hands went to her
waist where her sash was tied. Carefully he untied the knot and let the ends of
the sash fall. With her robe no longer tied closed the front fell open a bit.
Going up to her shoulders he clutched the robe on each side and pushed it off
her shoulders and let it drop to the ground. She stood there naked before him.
Overcome with a boldness she didn’t know she had she got ahold of the towel at
his waist; locking her gaze to his said “Just one thing left.” And pulled it
off, tossing it to the side. Eric laughed at her sudden show of courage.

“Much better.” He murmured
as he tugged her back into his arms, fisted his hands in her hair and took her
mouth in a searing kiss. As smoothly as he could without breaking their kiss he
began to lower them onto the bed of comforters. Pushing her down onto her back
he broke their kiss; only to start kissing his way down to her breasts. Taking
one nipple into his mouth to suckle he palmed her other breast rolling her hard
peak in between his fingers.

“Mmmmmmmm” Sara moaned
arching her back while grabbing handfuls of his hair.

Eric made sure to pay
equal attention to each breast. Eric was rock hard and he felt a small drip of
precum dribble down his shaft; hearing the sounds of pleasure coming from Sara
only excited him more. Removing his mouth from her supple breast, he kissed his
way down. Down to her belly, then each side of her hips but his kisses didn’t
stop there. No they went further down, down, down until...

“Oooooohhhhhaaaaahhhhhhh!”
Sara cried out as his mouth met her mound and his tongue lapped at her inner
folds. She had never felt such a sensual sensation. Her hands reached out and
she gripped the comforter beneath her; she began to squirm as he relentlessly
sucked and licked her sopping wet pussy. She was close she felt her body
tensing, building up. She would only last a little bit longer before she went
over the edge of that she was sure.

Using his fingers to
spread her open further, Eric found her clit and gently bit down grazing his
teeth on that little bundle of nerves.
 
Sara came instantly thrashing her head from side to side as she screamed
out “OH GOD ERIC!”

Fresh cream seeped out
of her pulsating cunt as she came with such fierceness and Eric lapped and
licked it up. He loved the way her juices tasted; he didn’t stop until there
was nothing left. He then kissed his way back up her body till he was at her
mouth. With his tongue he traced around her lips. Then he captured her mouth
and pushed his tongue into hers, so that she could taste the saltiness of her
own arousal. Settled between her legs he grabbed hold of his sipping cock and
positioned it at her opening but he remembered.
“Shit condom.”
He had honestly forgotten the condom the first time
and it’s hard to wear one in the shower so he had pulled out. But this time he
didn’t want to have to pull out and thou they already risked pregnancy once he
wasn’t about to up the odds. So he dropped his hold on his cock and with a
small frustrated groan pushed himself up and off Sara.

                                                           
***

Suddenly Eric pulled
himself off her and she felt the absence of body instantly. She was confused “Whaa...”
She didn’t even get the whole word out before he said.

“Don’t move baby just
need to get a cover.”

“Oh condom, thank God he remembered ‘cause I sure didn’t”

Sara watched as he went
to the side of the bedroom door where he had dropped their clothes. He picked
up his Levis and pulled out not one but two foiled packets. Eric hurried back
over to her. Getting on his knees he tore the package open; fisting his cock
with one hand he rolled the condom on with the other. Once completely on, he
nestled back between her thighs. He placed himself at her core and thrusted
into her to his hilt in one fast move.

Simultaneously, she
threw her head back and cried. “Ooooohhhh” as he hissed “Yesssss” into her
neck. Eric place one hand on the side of her head; with the other he grabbed
her by the thigh pulled it up and held it against his side so he could
penetrate her deeper. He started to move with a demanding rhythm. Sara could
only wrap her arms around him and hold on. All that could be heard was their
kisses, their mingled labored breaths, their moans of mutual pleasure and his
skin hitting hers.

God, Sara had never felt
anything as good as the feeling of Eric deep inside her. All she kept thinking
was
“Yes. More, more.”

 
She couldn’t get enough of him or his
kisses. She couldn’t believe the power of the man between her thighs. He spoke
to her body, somehow he knew, he just knew how to shift his weight to bring her
more pleasure; he knew when to speed up, slow down and thrust harder.

Eric’s brain had shut
off again; he was acting purely on instinct. His body would read the minute
changes of hers and he adjusted to satisfy her more. He was riding her rough
and hard like some feral animal claiming his mate and asserting his dominance.
 
And she was loving every minute of it.
Her whimpers and moans only drove him on. While nibbling and kissing on her
neck he began to mutter in Spanish.

 
“Tu eres mio, solo mio, nadie mas, nadie
mas, solo mio.”

Eric was pummeling into
her at an earth shattering rate; her body rising up to meet every one of his
thrusts. She was going to explode and soon. She couldn’t control the sounds
that were coming from her. But she heard Eric not moaning but murmuring in
Spanish. With her mind dazed with desire she couldn’t think of what he was
saying. She had taken Spanish as a second language in high school; she was crap
at speaking it but she did remember some of the basics. Her mind was jumbled
and racing as she tried to think through her lust crazed brain.
“Mmmmmm God so good...mio, mio, mine, he’s
saying mine, what does he...”
her thought process shut down amid that
thought because at that moment Eric shifted himself and began to slam long hard
strokes hitting right in the perfect spot she clawed at his back and screamed
at the onslaught of one of the strongest orgasms she has ever had.

“Ooooohhhh Aaaaahhh GOD
ERIC!!”

                                                           
***

He knew she was about to
cum, he felt her clenching around his shaft. So he tilted to the side and
started to just plain fuck the shit out of her. He bore the pain of her long
nails gauging the skin on his back; because making her go wild only added fuel
to his own arousal. As he heard her high pitched scream of pleasure and her
calling out his name; he crooned to her.

“That’s right baby cum
for me, cum on my cock, yes baby cum, mmmmmmm my baby.”

While cumming her cunt
closed tight around his cock and started rhythmically close around him setting
of his release. His mouth found her neck and just like earlier he bit down.
Causing her to cry out again, he then thrust once, twice, then slammed into her
so hard she slid up on the comforter. He released her neck and as he shot his
seed inside her, in what could only be described as a guttural animalistic
sound he growled.

“Shit! Fuck! Aahh God,
Baby”

With every ounce of him
spilled and his body spent he crumpled on top of her. The only sound in the
room was of their labored breathing. After a couple of minutes he caught his
breath pushed himself up on his arms sweetly whispered “My baby” seeing that she
had in fact fallen asleep with him atop her; he kissed her forehead and as easy
as he could pulled out and off of her so that he could deal with necessities.
Not wanting to wake her he left the light off as he walked to the bathroom to
clean up. Finished with cleaning himself up he went back to Sara’s bedroom, got
down on the floor and crawled up next to her. He pulled on her gently so that
her head was resting on his chest.

Eric thought back on the
day’s events. He didn’t understand what he was feeling. He had an unnatural
pull to this woman an instant connection, an overwhelming feel of
possessiveness toward her; he wanted her to be his and no one else’s. These
were all alien feelings to him. In his youth he had very little respect for
woman. So many girls sexing into his set because they were too afraid to be
jumped in; girls would spread their legs for three, four guys sometimes more in
a night’s time. When he finally broke away from that life and started up his
business, he found that most women were out for what they could get. So as they
used him he did the same and used them.

Knowing that he was not
going to be able to suss out his feelings tonight; he contented himself with
the fact that at this moment she was his. Kissing her atop her head one more
time he laid his head upon the pillow closed his eyes and drifted into sleep.

The non-stop ringing of
a phone woke Eric out of a deep sleep. Remembering where he was he looked down
and saw that Sara was still sleeping in his arms. Very carefully so that he
would not wake her, he scooted to the side then cautiously pulled his arm out
from under her head. He held perfectly still as he heard Sara mumble while she
turned over. Sitting up he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, his cell phone
continued to shrill out. Sullenly he stood up, walked to his jeans lying atop
the pile of clothes on the floor. Grabbing his boxers he slipped them on and
then fished through his jeans front pocket and pulled out the offending cell
phone. As he read the caller ID he walked into the hall and shut her door
behind him before he answered.

“Gio, why are you
calling me so early?” Eric tried not to raise his voice as he chastised his
cousin.

“Hey man, I’ve been
trying to reach since last night, check your phone. I left messages and texted,
where the hell are you?”

“Never mind where am,
what do you want?”

“I got a call at the
shop from the auction house. You left without filling out delivery papers.”

Eric thought back to
yesterday morning to try to figure out why he didn’t set up a delivery time.
“Shit! That’s right; I was busy talking to
Sara’s friend.”
 

“I got side tracked, but
look I don’t want that set for the La Jolla store anymore. Get a pen and
paper.”

“Pen and paper? What do
I need a pen and paper for; I know all the shops addresses. And if you don’t
want that set for the La Jolla store, then why’d you buy it? We don’t need
bedroom furniture in San Diego or Poway.”

Gio was really confused
at Eric’s abnormal behavior. Normally he always answered his phone, he wasn’t
telling him where he was and now he was buying merchandise but didn’t want it
at the stores.

“I don’t want it
delivered to any of the stores, that’s why I’m telling you to get a pen and
paper.”

“Man, you’re not making
any sense. You went to that auction specifically to get merchandise for La
Jolla and now you don’t want it there?”

“Look Gio I’ll clue you
in later. I can’t really talk right now. Just write down the fucking address.”
Eric was pissed now and hissing through his phone, Gio wasn’t his keeper.

“Alright cuz, calmate.
What’s the address?”

“852 Linda Vista Road
apartment 36.”

“Apartment? You sold it
already?”

“No, look, just have it
delivered before 3p.m. I don’t care if they charge extra. We’ll talk later.”
Not bothering to say bye he hung up. Soundlessly he opened the door and peeked
inside Sara was still sound asleep. He knew she was exhausted; she’d probably
never been worked over the way he worked her last night. With a triumphant
smile spread wide on his face he made his way to the kitchen. He wanted to surprise
Sara with breakfast in bed. Her kitchen was a decent size, without the island
it’d be bigger. But the extra counter space was probably useful. Not knowing
where anything was he started to open and look inside every cabinet.

She was very organized;
to the right of the sink was her dishwasher. The cabinets above the dishwasher
held her dishes. Further to the right was her stove and the cabinet above was
filled with seasonings, spices and cooking oils. On the left side of her
kitchen was her frig. The cabinets next to the frig is what she used as a
pantry.

“Bingo, now what does she have to make for breakfast.”

Sifting through her
boxed dry foods he found some pancake mix. Pancakes it was then, next he went
to her frig to check and see if she had the needed ingredients for the pancake
mix. Surprisingly she had a full and well stocked frig. Generally single people
have the bare necessities.
 
She
must like to cook because she had a little of everything. Grabbing the milk,
eggs, butter, and strawberries he got started.