Never Leave Your Heart Alone 3/?
Erica drops me off at my place after our afternoon walk because I want to grab a change of clothes before heading out to hers again. It’s our weekend off, the first one in months that we have off together, and I want to spend as much time with her as possible. Since Erica said she needed to go to the store, I decide to shower before I grab my favorite purple shirt, a sweater and a pair of jeans and put them in my overnight bag.
On my way back to her apartment I listen to Patrick & Eugene, singing along happily, “It’s all together now, we’re altogether now...”, as I drum on the steering wheel. I’m just so incredibly happy... It’s crazy. I’m behind the wheel and I’m practically dancing.
I park my car in front of Erica’s apartment building, and decide to leave my bag in the car for now. I plan on spending the night, but I don’t want to pressure her by making that too obvious. We have been taking it slow, and that just was the best idea ever. I mean, why rush things?
That’s exactly what Erica told me four days ago before she kissed me passionately and took my clothes off. I still can’t believe sleeping with her felt like gyny rotation to me then, because frankly... it’s the best thing I have ever experienced. With her, the sex is truly amazing.
Still humming “Altogether Now”, I shimmy towards the entrance. The doorman gives me an amused look as I walk past him into the elevator. “Well, someone looks happy!”, he grins and I smile back at him as the doors close.
I knock on Erica’s apartment door. She opens with a huge smile on her face, and I step in, taking in a long breath. “Is that salmon?!”, I asked her, smiling broadly as well. “It sure is!”, she answers as she helps me out of my coat, “salmon lasagne, to be exact.”
I follow her into the kitchen and she motions for me to sit down as she opens a bottle of Coteaux de Languedoc. “You didn’t have to cook for me, you know.”, I say after peck her lips and she hands me my glass. “Oh, you just wait!”, she flashes me a seductive look before she sits down across from me and dishes some lasagne on our plates.
“To seeing leaves!”, I lift my glass, looking her deep into the eye. “To us.”, she responds while returning my look. We toast and take a sip before we lean in for a short kiss. I pick up my fork and take a first bite of my fantastic-looking dinner, only to moan in delight after the pasta has made contact with my taste buds, “Mmmhmmm, Erica, this is so delicious!”. She doesn’t answer. Usually, she mumbles an “I’m glad you like it”, but now, she just smirks at me and takes a bite herself.
“You’re up to something!”, I raise my eyebrow, “Ericaaa...”
A wide smile appears on her face and I can’t help but smile, too, at the sight of her trying to act as if I haven’t said anything. “Erica, you are so up to something! What are you up to?”, I ask curiously. She readjusts her jaw and nips at her wine, “Nothing”, she says, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. I don’t believe a word she says, but I decide to change the subject for a while.
“I really enjoyed our walk today.”, I say. Her face lightens. “It was beautiful!”, she replies, looking me in the eye. “Thank you”, her eyes trail off to the end of the table. I follow her gaze until I catch sight of the dark red leaf that I tucked underneath her frames just hours earlier. “Thank you for this”, she reaches out to pick it up before her eyes find mine again.
It is only now that I realize she is still wearing her glasses. “You’re welcome!”, I say softly and lean across the table, cupping her cheek. I put all of emotions into the slow but passionate kiss, and let our foreheads rest together after we pull apart. We eat in silence, although we all but shuffle the pasta across our plates, not being able to take our eyes off one another.
“D’you want dessert?”, she finally asks, her tone slightly husky as the smirk reappears on her face.
I just nod and Erica gets up and reaches for my hand, pulling me out of my chair. “Stay right where you are, don’t move”, she says as she goes to open a drawer. Then she walks back towards me and blindfolds me. “I knew you were up to something!”, I exclaim and I can literally feel the smile that spreads across her face now.
She takes my hand again and carefully guides me to what I can only guess is the living room. I can feel the back of my knees bump against something. “Sit”, Erica pushes my shoulders down slightly and I fall back onto her comfortable suede couch. I hear her rummage around a little and it sounds like a cork just popped. “What the...”, I ask but she puts a finger on my lips, silencing me, “Ssshhh”.
I feel her tongue on my bottom lip as she traces its outline and willingly open my mouth and let my tongue reach out to find hers. There is nothing like being silenced with a kiss.
Erica stirs something and then pulls at my feet, so that I slide down onto the carpet. Apparently she laid out a number of pillows; I land softly, my head rests propped up against the sofa. The smell of her light perfume infiltrates my nose, which tells me she must be hovering right above me.
“Open your mouth”, she all but whispers, her breath tickling my skin. I do as she says and within moments I taste melted chocolate and a juicy strawberry. A moan escapes my lips as I relish the deliciousness, letting the fruit dissolve on the top of my tongue.
I hear glasses clinging on the coffee table and the sound of sparkling liquid being poured before Erica pulls me in for a tender kiss, meanwhile loosening the tie on the blindfold that covers my eyes. When she pulls away and lifts the fold, I slowly open my eyes.
I can’t believe what I see. Erica has decorated the living room entirely in red: she put up red curtains, scattered red pillows and blankets across the floor, she even lit red candles. The room is flickering in shades of red. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding, “Babe, this is so beautiful! So red!”, I whisper as my surprised eyes find hers.
“You haven’t seen it all yet...”, she smirks teasingly. I think I know what she’s getting at and open my mouth in surprise and she takes that chance to feed me another chocolate-covered strawberry. I reach behind her and grab one myself, and she immediately opens her mouth, sticking out her tongue so that I can place the fruit there.
She throws her head back, letting it drop into her mouth and devours it just as slowly as I did just moments before, moaning at the taste.
Licking her lips seductively, she pops another strawberry in and leans in closer to me to crush her lips against my own slowly; I can taste the fruit, the chocolate, and her all at the same time... I’m sure I’ve never tasted anything better. Our tongues duel for dominance, thrashing the strawberry around in our joined mouths, and before she pulls away she passes the chocolate-covered goodness over to me, so that I can enjoy what’s left of it.
Her hands find the bottom of my shirt and she tugs it upwards, revealing my skin as she pulls it over my head and throws it across the room. I let me hand travel underneath her dress shirt, and caress her stomach before pulling it up. What is revealed underneath is ravishing: She's wearing a deep red, lacy babydoll that contrasts perfectly against her soft skin. It's almost see-through, and is tied in a perfect bow at the center of her chest; the rest of the material parting to the sides to leave her stomach exposed to me. I gasp. “This is... wow, Erica! It’s breathtaking!”
"You are breathtaking, Torres.", she mumbles as she drags her teeth across the skin of my neck, the feeling of her bare skin pressed against mine driving me wild with want for her... for all of her. She kisses a painstakingly slow path down my chest and across my stomach, her eyes flicking towards mine as her teeth catch the top of my jeans.
She expertly unfastens them, taking her time as she slides my zip down and then guides them down my legs, placing them on the couch behind us when I'm free of them. I hook my finger through the belt loop of her black pants and pull her towards me, smiling triumphantly; when she stands up and slides them down and away, my eyes find a matching pair of lacy boy shorts.
"Eriiiica...", I gasp and she grins at me, resting a hand on her hip and gesturing to herself.
"I take it I have your approval?"
"Uh... hell yes!", I reach up for her again, lacing my fingers through hers as I pull her down on top of me so she's straddling my hips. She moves my hands away when I try to untie her top and holds my wrists, pinning them above my head so I'm trapped underneath her.
I honestly do not mind.
She leans down again, closing the space between us and brushing her lips teasingly against mine before she kisses me deeply, a long, drawn out moan vibrating from her throat and against me.
She is stunning, and delicious, and I think I'm about to burn up from the hotness that she radiates when she pulls back, sitting up straight and giving me a look that melts me completely.
I watch her curiously as she lets go of my wrists and leans back, reaching for the coffee table next to us and grabbing the bowl of chocolate. She dips her finger into it and then brings it to her mouth, slowly cleaning it off with her tongue. I barely have a chance to release the happy sigh that has built in my throat, because she once again dips her finger into the chocolate - only this time she brings it to my lips. I open my mouth slightly and bite the end of her fingertip before I run my tongue over the chocolate, my eyes not leaving hers until there is none left.
She playfully smudges chocolate across her lips now, licking her finger clean when she's done. She is so adorable, and sexy, and she falls back down onto me; her face inches from mine. I go to kiss her, and she pulls just out of my reach, smiling at my growl of frustration when I try again and she moves even further back.
She strokes her thumb across my lips and finally places an open mouthed kiss on them, coating me with the chocolate that remains. I use that opportunity to bury my hands in her hair, pulling her closer so that I can devour every single ounce of chocolate that is left on her lips, her tongue - and all around her mouth.
When she finally wriggles herself from my embrace, she reaches back over to the coffee table and picks up a glass of champagne. Smiling seductively at me again she sips the sparkling liquid and swallows it with a deliberate moan.
"Are you planning on sharing?" I pout and she smiles her beautiful smile, raising one eyebrow at me. She says nothing but shifts from my waist so she's kneeling between my legs and is looking down at me, holding the glass out to me.
I'm about to sit up and reach for it when she tips it slightly and the cool liquid splashes against my skin and rolls down across my stomach, causing me to gasp and recoil in shock.
"Oh my god! Erica! What the fuck?"
Her eyes sparkle and her warm lips are against my stomach seconds after she's put the glass safely out of our reach. She sucks and bites at my navel, tracing her tongue through the champagne as her hands move to the clasp of my bra and she flicks it quickly, tugging the material away and cupping my breasts in her hands.
Her thumbs flick across my nipples and I'm unable to contain my delight any longer. I moan loudly, lifting my hips to meet hers and wrapping my legs around her waist.
My breathing hitches in my throat and I groan her name, throwing my head back against the cushions behind me.
Her teasing is non stop and endless; energy surges through me as I reach down and pull her hand away, flipping her over onto her back quickly. She stares up at me in surprise, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath me.
"You know...as much as I love you in this," I run my hands over her baby doll appreciatively, "I love you more naked. Much more."
"Oh?"
"Oh yah."
I follow the outline of the material with my fingertips, dragging my nails across her ribs softly and resting my hands at either side of her hips; leaning down and taking one end of the bow between my teeth. I pull it gently, surprised how easily the knot comes undone upon my touch. The red material falls fully open and I take the opportunity to shower every inch of her skin in slow, tender kisses.
I hear her moan beneath me, and I relish the opportunity to quickly retrieve the second glass of champagne and spill it over her hot body; grinning wickedly at the cry she emits which is followed by a string of curses.
She writhes under me as I follow the liquid trail down to where the champagne pools in her navel, flicking the tip of my tongue over her skin and tasting it... tasting her.
"Callie... please."
Her voice is a whole tone deeper than usual and the way she pleads pushes me well and truly to the edge. I slide my own panties from me and then pull at the material of hers; not giving it a second thought as I tear them from her and roughly bury my tongue into her slick folds.
She arches her back, bucking her hips against me as her hands grasp my hair, holding me in the place where she needs me most right now. I graze her clit with my teeth and then wrap my lips around her, sucking softly until her breathing begins to quicken and then I push two long fingers into her.
Her knee pushes between my legs and I straddle her thigh quickly, never dropping my pace as I begin to grind down against her, moving my hips back and forth languidly. Her hands fall from my hair and she grips the blankets underneath us, balling them in her fists as her release takes hold and she cries my name loudly, dropping down against the cushions.
Almost immediately after I move my hand away from her, she sits up, pulling my legs around her waist and sliding her fingertips against my bundle of nerves, driving me wild with need.
My eyes lock onto hers and she wraps a strong arm around my waist as she guides her fingers into me, leaning up to capture my mouth with hers.
She thrusts into me slowly and then holds her hand still, the low moan that escapes her lips when I begin to ride her fingers echoed in my own throat. I find a rhythm and she matches it, upping my pace and pushing her thumb hard against my clit.
I rests my hands on her shoulders, digging my nails into her skin as I rock my hips harder against her; the burning feeling in my stomach intensifying and finally reaching its peak as I ride my orgasm out and explode, collapsing against her. My head falls onto her chest and we lie there, basking.
When my breath evens out and my heart rate is back to semi-calm pace, I pull her close to me, wrapping my arms around her waist, lacing our fingers.
It’s quiet; the cracklings of the burning wood in the fire place the only sound in the room. The last candle has long burned down and we still lay on her living room floor, our legs intertwined up, absently rubbing patterns on each other’s bodies. I gaze at Erica’s reflection in the dim light of the fire.
“Erica?”, I say sleepily.
“Yah?”, she turns to face me.
“This was... wow. Thank you. For tonight. For everything. ”
“You’re welcome, baby. Thank you, for not running. And for everything.”
“My pleasure. You’re stuck with me. You know that, right?”
“I do. You’re stuck with me, too.”
“Oh, and just for the record: I liked the red. A lot.”
“Oh I bet you did!”, she wiggles her eyebrows and kisses me lightly.
We stay silent for a while, just lying in each others arms, relishing the moment.
“Cal?”, Erica breaks the silence.
“Yes?”
“Te quiero, mi amor.”
“Te quiero tambien, mija. Para siempre.”
I seal my promise with a deep kiss that conveys all the things I cannot put into words.
When my lips leave hers, I pull her close to me and cover our entangled bodies with one of the red blankets. “Good night, mija”, I whisper as I place a kiss on the back of her neck. “Good night, my love”, she replies, snuggling up against me.
I close my eyes, certain that I never want to go to sleep without her in my arms again. This is forever.
Thinking about what is to come for us, I fall asleep, safely tucked in the arms of my saviour.