Eric drops down to his needs butting his nose into her folds. "Mm mm you smell divine. Spread your legs for me. Let me please that pretty little pussy of yours."
Oh God he was laying on the dirty talk making her insides quiver. His movements are slow and taunting at first with soft kisses and slight flicks of his tongue. Bit by bit though he picks up the pace. When his mouth finally latches onto her clit it's as if like he's trying to suck the life right out of her. Her quivering escalates to a full on earthquake. Registering a ten on the Richter scale. Eric just keeps on lapping her up not missing a single drop of her sweet juices.
When there's nothing left Brooke nearly collapses on shaky legs. Eric catches her though before she can scooping her up in his strong embrace. "Where are we going," Brooke asks breathlessly. "No sense in letting all those bubbles go to waist," Eric replies as he eases the two of the over the lip of the tub and into the warm depths beneath the bubbles.
Keeping a frim hold on Brooke, Eric situates her in between his thighs with her back to his front. Calloused hands began to lather up her skin scrubbing and messaging her flesh. Her body becomes his canvas. His fingers the brushes and the soap his paint. Her nether lips becoming the central focus of his painting. When his brushes began to move down there she nearly comes undone again. "Mmmm," Eric groans appreciatively, "You're bought to wring yourself all over my fingers." Slowing his ministrations he added, "This time I want feel you come undone on my dick."
Brooke doesn't need any further prompting. She was ready and willing. Twisting around she straddles Eric's waist grinding her pelvis against his groin. Eric's groans mingle with her own, "Darlin you're gonna feel so good." But as Brooke reaches down to help guide him Eric stops her. Cupping the side of her cheek he makes her look at him. The lust filled haze in his eyes takes on a seriousness as he says, "Brooke we don't have to do this. If you're not ready we can wait. Just say the word Darlin' and I'll stop. Cause if we don't stop now there's no way I'll be satisfied with just tonight. I'm gonna want you in my bed every night till my last night."
Brooke was pretty sure crying during Sex was inappropriate but she couldn't staunch the tears that welled in her eyes. "You're not suppose to make me cry right now." Eric opens his mouth to respond but she silences him with a tender kiss whispering into his mouth, "I want this. I want you. Take me, Eric, please."
Words fail Eric at hearing her plea. Brooke wants him and by God he wants her too, like a fish needs water. Like a tree needs soil. Eric needed Brooke and she him.
Threading his fingers through her hair he crushes her mouth to his. Her hands slide down his chest grasping his cock and stroking before she eases up to guided into her entrance. Slowly Eric thrusts himself allowing her to adjust to him inch by inch. As that last sliver slides in, sheathing his erection fully inside her warm welcoming body, they both moan in unison.
Keeping true to his game plan thus far Eric starts of with slow steady thrust. Each time he enters her Brooke clamps down on him. Words escape him. There's nothing in existence that could describe this moment. No sonnets or songs to adequately put into words his feelings of great joy at sharing in this joyous act with Brooke.
Thrust for thrust Brooke matches him and he can't stop himself from pushing the pace. Eric doesn't to much care at this point how Brooke felt about their future. He was staking his claim on her body now. No one but him was ever going to feel her body quiver around theirs but him.
Brooke's skin feels hot and tingly all over and when Eric's fingers reach down between them to pinch her clit she looses it. Each pulse of her orgasm is like a firework soaring up into the sky exploding in an array of color and sound. Somewhere throughout the show another burst forth to joins hers in her dream like state of ecstasy. It's Eric finding his release with her burring his shaft deep inside her as he does.
Spent Brooke collapses on top of Eric too tired to do anything else. Eric slides an arm around her waist holding her in place while his other hand strokes her back. "Brooke that was...Thank you. I've never experienced anything that wonderful before."
Brooke chuckles, "You were pretty amazing yourself. Here I thought two orgasms was a myth told buy romance novelist."
"Well then next time I'll give you two more," Eric nips at her ear.
Leaning back to look up at him Brooke sighs, "I don't think I could go again for a week at least."
Eric's laughter bubbles up encasing them in its warmth. Gently he extracts himself from her. Then grabbing a loofa he methodically cleans Brooke up. Stealing the loofa she rinses and lathers it up to repeat Eric's ministrations on him.
Once they are both thoroughly clean Eric snags them both a towel. Brooke wraps her self in the woman he offers to her and starts to head for her bedroom. Eric pulls her back bringing her to a stop, "Where do you think you're going little lady?"
Brooke's eyes light up at the possessive tone in Eric's voice. "I was just going to get a night gown."
Yanking the towel off Brooke's body Eric scoops her up once more eliciting a squeal from her. "Darlin' you don't need nothing when you're in my bed. I want absolutely no barriers keeping me from touching your milky skin." With that he flings back the covers and gently tucks her in next to him.
Before long her quite breaths lull Eric into a deep contented sleep. He desperately hopes that when he wakes it won't have all been a dream.