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But I didn't. I felt nothing but desire. Desire for this man, desire for connection, desire for the things we were doing and about to do. In large part, that was thanks to Erik. He murmured deliciously filthy requests as he stripped my clothes from my body. His touch reverent but commanding. He kissed me and looked at me and touched me like I was the only thing in his universe that he wanted.

He lay me on the bed, immediately pulling at the last of my clothes. He discarded my underwear and dropped to his knees.

"Been dreaming of this." He leaned in, hovering for one protracted second, anticipation spiking before he closed his mouth over my pussy.

"Yes," I breathed, eyes closing, hands gripping the headboard above me. "God yes."

Erik licked me with an attention I couldn't help but commend. His talented tongue and lips set my hips wiggling. I groaned encouragement as he worshipped me.

If I were the sacrifice and he the priest, this was an altar on which I would gladly die.

I came in a crescendo of feeling. Every cell in my body exploring the joy and crazy emotion that came with a satisfying orgasm delivered by someone you love.

Love?!

I didn't have time to get stuck on that, Erik commanded all my attention as he surged up the bed. Gloriously naked, I had only a moment to appreciate three things – he was beautifully made, gorgeously proportioned, and he had a huge dick.

Yay me!

My body lit up as he pressed down, his mouth falling to my breasts. He kissed them, pulling first one nipple, then the other into his mouth. He laved them with attention, stroked them, his mouth branding my body, wrecking me one tantalizing touch at a time.

"My turn," I finally told him, flipping us over. I sat up, legs straddling him as I ran fingers down his delectable chest.

Erik grinned up at me, tucking one hand behind his head, his bicep flexing in the most wonderful way. A chunk of hair fell over his forehead, while under me his body relaxed.

"Your wish is my command."

Mm, yes it is.

It was my turn to drive him mad. I tasted my way down his body. With agonizing slowness, I revealed his secrets. Erik had sensitive nipples. There was a spot by his hip that made goosepimples break out across his skin. He had a tattoo over his heart with the names of his boys hidden within.

I loved on his body, enjoying his uneven breathing, loving the grunts and groans as I explored. As I moved lower those groans changed to whispered orders. And like any good girl I completely ignored him.

I lowered my mouth to Erik's cock, positioning myself just so. I looked at him, his eyes darkly intense as he glowered at me hungrily.

"Ready?" I asked, purposefully breathy, knowing the heat of my mouth would heighten his anticipation.

"God help me if you don't—"

I swallowed him, his cock hitting the back of my throat as he broke off with a strangled curse.

"Fuck, Queenie. Laura, suck me. More!" The orders flew thick and fast and, I found that unlike before, now I was powerless to ignore him. I needed to please, needed to give him what he wanted.

I swallowed his cock, my tongue teasing the head, my mouth hot and needy as I tasted, teased and choked on his length.

A dark part of me liked that.

My body hummed with need, my thighs slick with wet when Erik finally broke. His hands hooked under my arms and hauled me up his body. He took a bare second to position me, his gaze meeting mine as he thrust up and in.

A scream ripped from my throat, his cock filling me in the most perfect of ways.

"Fuck," he grunted, thrusting again. "Tight, hot, perfect."

He pinned me in place above him, my tits bouncing as his cock plundered my body. One hand dropped, his thumb finding my clit.

He circled, once, twice, and then I broke. Body arching, hair tumbling, my pussy milked his cock as I came, his name tearing from my lips. Erik followed a moment later, groaning as he emptied inside me.

I collapsed on his chest, and his arms immediately held me tight as we breathed through the aftermath.