Eric pushes the gas pedal a little harder. To say he's in a hurry to get them home would be and accurate observation. Having Brooke in his home with him this week has been a dream come true. After all the excitement that they've had this week Eric would love nothing more then to snuggle on the couch with his favorite girl. Maybe he can steal a few kisses while he's at it.
Pulling the car into the garage Eric runs around to help Brooke out of the car. Her hips sashay back and forth as she leads the way back into the house. Eric's eyes can't help but ogle her backside. If she keeps it up Eric won't be able to keep himself from defiling her tonight.
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts Eric steps into the house shutting the door to the garage behind him. When he turns back around Brooke is gone. Looking around he doesn't spot her in the kitchen or the living room. "Now where has she gone off too..." He whispers allowed to himself
Music drifts down from upstairs. Knowing Brooke likes to listen to music while she bathes , he figures she must of gone up to shower. Which means the night is over. "Well there goes my plans of stealing a few kisses." Eric isn't mad though. Disappointed? Yes. Mad? No. There will be plenty of more opportunities for kisses. Brooke is his after all and if he has anything to say about he plans on that fact becoming permanent.
Since Brooke was headed off to bed there was no reason for him to linger down stairs so he headed on up to his bedroom. Passing Brooke's bathroom on his way Eric doesn't hear any sounds coming from it. The music he'd heard from downstairs was drifting out from his bedroom.
Pushing open the door Eric is greeted by light coming from the crack under his bathroom door. A soft sultry tune is playing and the sound of water can be heard as if the bath tub is being filled.
Eric can just picture how good Brooke looks all covered in suds. Recalling the image of her asleep in there her first night in his home causes him to have to readjust himself. He really wished he could join her. Take his time lathering her up with soap. paying close attention to the apex in between her thighs. "Down boy," he admonishes himself. One day, hopefully soon their physical relationship would head in that direction. Until then he needed to keep a firm handle on his hormones.
Just then the door to the bathroom swings open. Brooke stand there framed by the soft glow of candlelight. Her hair is free of its pins and tumbles down her back in loose ringlets. Just the sight of her has his heart beat picking up its pace. "I need a little help with the zipper on this dress. Do you mind," she asks, sweeping her long hair out of the way as she turns around. Eric is more then happy to oblige her. He is after all a red-blooded man. How can he pass up the opportunity to peel that dress off her voluptuous curves? Her skin calls out to fingers, like a siren's song, beckoning them to come touch.
One must not rush these things though. You can't just rip it off like a kid taring into his gifts on Christmas morning. No, undressing a woman should be like peeling back the blinds on a bright spring morning. You've got to allow your eyes the chance to adjust so they can properly take in the ravishing sights.
With that in mind Eric takes his time, reaching up to skim his fingers across the top of her dress. Brooke lets out a soft sigh, melting into his touch, letting her back go soft against his chest. Her neck is mere inches away and Eric can't help but swoop down to nuzzle her, taking a moment to breath in the delicious scent of her perfume.
When his large, calloused fingers finally grasp the zipper he locks eyes with her in the mirror. Inch by tantalizing inch he eases it down. Till the clingy material drops to pool at her feet. His eyes gaze appreciatively upon her lace covered curves. He longs to help her out of those too. The black silk encasing her womanly bits causes other parts of him to twitch besides his hands.
It's for this reason that Eric's hands begin to move of their own accord reaching for her waist to pull her in close. He grips her tightly wishing this moment could stretch out for a life time. Yet, no sooner then the thought enters his head Brooke is sliding out of his grasp and stepping up to the edge of the bath.
Taking that as his cue to leave, Eric turns to go. Though, he's brought up short by Brooke, "Where are you going?" Looking back at her he smiles, "Just keeping my word and all."
"Your word?"
"You know those promises I made that I wouldn't defile you till you were..." He trails off loosing his ability to speak for several long moments as Brooke shucks her lacy bra and panty set. He'd swear by all the gods above that there has never been a more alluring sight then this bewitching woman standing naked before him.
Brooke asks, "Do you know what I've always admired about you Eric?" Throat gone dry at the sight of her perky bare backside, Eric coughs clearing his throat and finally finding his voice, "No I'm afraid I don't know. Care to clue me in on it sweetheart?"
"Your most admirable trait has always been your go-get-it attitude. You see something you want" she gestures down at herself, "and you simply go get it." Locking eyes with Eric to make sure he's grasping what she's saying, "It sure would be a shame if you started changing your ways tonight."