De La Fuente Family: Love in Montana Part 5

Cozy in the truck with Eric, it was on the tip of Sylvia's tongue to ask him to take her back to his place. Although they'd started off b.u.mpy, the meal and talking inside the restaurant had made her want more and for the night to never end, but she didn't want to appear to be an easy lay.

The attraction was mutual, and when they were together they combusted in a hot swirl of pa.s.sion. She knew they had more than hot s.e.x between them and she hoped that wasn't all Eric really wanted, regardless of what he'd said.

She wasn't devious, but she wasn't past using her womanly charm to get him to keep going back to her for more, and she could hope that one day he'd stay.

A girl could hope.

Her body was full of nervous energy as they got stuck in traffic close to Poles. She was scheduled to work tomorrow night, and it was something that she dreaded. There would be another note waiting for her to find at some point during her s.h.i.+ft. She really should have mentioned something to Yuri because he wouldn't allow it to continue, and he'd probably have found the guy. She'd been worried at first that Yuri would ask her to leave, but now that she'd seen how he worked, she knew that wouldn't have been an option. She really should have listened to Talya about Yuri.

She'd started to enjoy the feel of freedom, and knowing that she could dance to entice a reaction out of people gave her confidence that she wouldn't have normally felt. She wasn't the most confident person, but when she was on stage with her eyes closed, she would get lost in her own world and shut out the crowd of watchers.

Eric sighed, and cursed before he glanced at Sylvia. "We didn't finish talking about Poles, did we?"

"There isn't anything to talk about." She turned toward the window and stared out at the traffic. She refused to listen to him about her choice of extra job.

It had nothing to do with him so he could just leave it alone.

"Sylvia, I seriously don't like that place," he growled.

"Look, I've no wish to start an argument and I think we need to agree to change the subject, at least, for now."

The silence lasted a few minutes while she stared at his profile. His jaw was clenched tight, as though an argument brewed in his throat, but he thought better of letting it lose.

She wanted for them to be at each other's mercy again because the thought of his mouth between her thighs made her squirm on the seat.

Eventually his lips started to twitch. "You enjoying the view?" He quickly glanced at her before he concentrated on the traffic again. "What are you thinking about to have that blush creeping onto your face?"

"Hmm," she mumbled, wondering whether she had the courage to do what her hands were itching to do, and touch him while he drove.

Eric was a hot blooded guy who loved to have his hands on her. But did she have the courage to reach out and appreciate the man beside her?

While she was enjoying the view of him, he fidgeted. It wasn't really noticeable, but a slight s.h.i.+ft in the seat drew her eyes. They popped wide when they landed on the large bulge behind his zipper, which she wouldn't be surprised if he popped wide open.

Pulling up at the lights, Eric turned to glare at Sylvia, and growled, "You need to stop looking at me, Sylvia...especially at my hard c.o.c.k." His hands flexed on the steering wheel before he reached down and rearranged himself.

A bolt of l.u.s.t shot through her with his blunt words, and as she squirmed in her seat, he smirked.

She would make him squirm.

Feeling brave or h.o.r.n.y, take your pick, she reached out and, with one finger, traced the rigid length that was pulsing behind his zipper while he pulled away from the lights.

His loud curse filled the cab of the truck, his flesh quivered under her touch, but she couldn't stop touching him now that she'd started.

As she reached out for his zipper, he grabbed her wrist. "Don't," he gasped. Wrapping his hand around her wrist, he placed it back in her lap and concentrated on driving. And ignored her.

She wasn't sure what to say or do because the signals he'd been giving out said 'yes, please'.

Staring out of the window, she tried to pull herself together because it hurt that he didn't want her touch. It hurt more because it took a lot for her to reach out and touch him the way that she did.

"Sylvia," he sighed.

The noise from the truck faded when he cut the engine outside of his apartment building.

She whipped her head around to look at him when it dawned on her where they were.

"We're at your place? I thought-I mean-"

"I know what you thought. Every touch from you has me rock hard, and there's no way I could have kept my head if you'd gotten into my jeans. You understand what I'm saying, Sylvia? I want you too f.u.c.king much right now."

It was official. Her panties had melted.

He aroused her with just one look in her direction, but his touch made her feel scorched. That combined with him being charming through dinner was a delicious combination.

He quickly climbed out of his truck and walked around to open her door. Within seconds, she stood on her feet with an aroused Eric in front of her.

"If you keep looking at me like that, I'm not going to be able to control the urge to strip you naked, and f.u.c.k you against my truck where anyone can see us."

Sylvia gasped in surprise, but it turned into a moan when he rubbed his impressive erection against her stomach.

"Sylvia," he groaned as his mouth descended.

Her brain switched off and all her thoughts were centered on the man making love to her mouth with his. He kissed her with a pa.s.sion she hadn't known before, and, with his tongue pus.h.i.+ng for access into her mouth, she threw caution to the wind and went for what she craved liked others craved drugs.

Opening her mouth, he slipped into it and, as their tongues danced, she tried to get closer, but let out a growl of frustration when she couldn't get close enough. She wanted to be able to feel every inch of him. She wanted to dip down the back of his jeans and squeeze his firm a.s.s. That had always been an a.s.set of having him walk away from her-to watch the movement of his firm backside.

The kiss was going beyond anything she'd experienced before, and she needed more. She needed to feel his hardness to check that he was as aroused as she was. Her panties were wet with need, and as she slipped her hand between them, her fingers found the rigid outline of him behind his zipper.

He pushed against her fingers, which was all the encouragement she needed to continue. Pressing the palm of her hand against his erection, she rubbed his b.a.l.l.s with her fingers, and wished he were naked to her touch. He groaned into her mouth, as one hand cupped the back of her head to hold her in place while the a.s.sault on her mouth changed from longing to carnal.

The harder she pressed her palm against him, the more he swelled beneath.

It was obvious where the a.s.sault on their senses was leading and she relished that. The whole dinner had been a prelude to s.e.x at his apartment. She'd even worn her s.e.xiest panties and bra for the occasion.

"We need," he breathed as his lips caressed her jaw, "to move this to my apartment."

She couldn't agree more. "Yes," she mumbled in reply, unable to form any other words with the sensations that ran through her blood.

Eric chuckled. "Let's go." He stepped away and quickly rearranged the bulge in his jeans before he grabbed her hand and hauled her into the building, and elevator.

In his apartment, he tugged her dress off over her head, and made quick work of his zipper. His c.o.c.k shot free as Sylvia gasped at the sight. He was long and thick, not far off from reaching his navel.

The sight of Eric's aroused flesh, and his hand that wrapped around to gently stroke the hard shaft caused Sylvia to quiver with desire.

"I need you inside me," she admitted, chewing on her bottom lip seconds before she shoved her panties down her legs and unclasped her bra, letting it drop to the floor.

Eric growled, and pounced. He hauled her up into his arms and, pinning her to the door, impaled her on his c.o.c.k.

She moaned and threw her head back as Eric used his strength to slide her up and down on him. Her s.e.x quivered and gripped his flesh so tightly that her climax raced to the finis.h.i.+ng line.

"f.u.c.k," Eric hissed between his clenched teeth. "I can't hold back...f.u.c.k, Sylvia...you feel too good."

The friction against her nipples as they rubbed against his chest was a livewire straight to her s.e.x. He held her down on his c.o.c.k and cupped a breast in his large palm. He bent and sucked her distended nipple into his mouth while she rocked on him.

Sylvia held his head to her breast and ground down on him, her breath caught in the back of her throat as she started to flood his c.o.c.k with her release. She rippled around him, the pleasure took her under and time had no meaning as she felt him enlarge before he roared through his own pleasure.

Her channel continued to ripple around him in small tugs of after tremors. Between her legs, she felt soaked as their joint release trickled out of her, and she'd never felt so limp after s.e.x. Although there was nothing limp about Eric.

He made her feel s.e.xy and hot, everything that a woman wanted to feel when she was with a man. She felt like she could take on the world with Eric, well, once she'd caught her breath.

"I can't f.u.c.king move." Eric laughed. "Unless you count sliding to the floor." To prove his point, he held her in his embrace as he let his legs take them to the floor.

Sheathed inside her channel, he kicked his jeans off completely and spread out on top of Sylvia's sweat soaked body. The feel of every inch of him as he covered her was amazing and she hoped it would always be like that with him. She hoped that they'd have more than just this...although this was amazing, she wanted more than a two-night stand.

They'd gone on a date, which meant something to her, and she was positive that it had to him as well.

There'd been enough thinking for one night, and that was her last thought before she cupped his chiseled jaw and brought his mouth down to hers in a kiss of pure sin. She wanted him to feel what he did to her-the all-consuming pa.s.sion that he sparked in her body that no one else ever had. She wanted to be the one he needed, and wanted. The only one.

Chapter Nine.

There had to be something wrong with him. Eric had been in his kitchen for the past fifteen minutes cooking breakfast for the woman who was currently curled up in his bed. It had taken a great deal of strength for him to leave her there, and not to wake her to start all over again.

Last night left him unsettled even though he tried to push it to the back of his mind. Sylvia was under his skin, and she had been for months. Now that he'd admitted it to himself, he needed to keep her close instead of doing what his head was telling him to do and push her away.

He'd never had a relations.h.i.+p before, but he knew from the start that Sylvia would be different than any other woman, which was why he'd used her friends.h.i.+p with his cousin Ramon as an excuse to keep away from her. She had him by the b.a.l.l.s, and for now, he had no choice but to see where she'd take him.

She certainly took him to paradise last night. More than once. As he flipped the bacon on the skillet, he thought of her creamy thighs that she'd wrapped around his neck while his face had been buried between her legs. Her scent and taste was unique to Sylvia. He could have stayed with his nose and mouth buried in her sweet p.u.s.s.y all night long, but his own need had risen quickly. It had been all he could do to untangle himself from her legs before he shoved his c.o.c.k home and came with a roar.

So engrossed in his memory of her, he hadn't heard her slink up on him, but he sure as h.e.l.l felt her as a finger traced down his spine, dipping into the back of his sweats. He froze and felt his arousal heighten when her arm curved around his stomach. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s crushed against his back while her hand b.u.mped into his rigid erection, which was hard to miss.

"Mmm," she mumbled as she wrapped her fingers around his girth. "You're certainly awake." She kissed his back as her thumb glided over the plump head of his shaft. Her gentle fingers caressed him, and as she tightened her grip, Eric couldn't control the tingle of prec.u.m that raced through him to drip from the bulging crown.

He knew breakfast was going to have to wait, and that she'd be late for work, but he needed to feel her tight sheath as it held him inside her.

Growling, he turned the burner off and spun around to grip her hips.

Her eyes widened when she realized she'd unleashed the beast, but he didn't give her time to think and went for what he'd begun to crave.

His hands on her hips, he lifted her off the floor and placed her on the counter, away from the dishes and their sizzling breakfast.

No words would come to him while his arousal reached breaking point, so he dropped to his knees between her thighs. He spread them wide and pulled her closer to his waiting mouth. The impatience he felt with her was going to be the death of him.

As he shoved his sweats past his hips, he gripped his c.o.c.k with one hand while he used his other to open her sweet p.u.s.s.y lips to his gaze and then his mouth descended.

He growled with the taste of her on his tongue, and he gave a hard tug to his own flesh when Sylvia wrapped her legs over his shoulders. Her trust in him was a huge turn on, and his c.o.c.k ached to be inside her tight sheath. This time though, he planned on having her come apart against his mouth before he took his own pleasure. At least that was the plan until he glanced up at her and watched as she rolled and pinched her nipples. He found it so hot that she would pleasure herself with him watching. Her head was thrown back and all he could think about was seeing her fingers inside her wet heat while he watched from across the room, his d.i.c.k in hand.

"Give me your hand," he asked, taking her fingers from one of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. He caressed her stomach before he brought it to touch her c.l.i.t. "Rub yourself."

Sylvia hesitated, but as soon as Eric inserted a finger inside her, she gasped and started to rub.

Eric lost it at the sight and shot to his feet. He met Sylvia's eyes, and knew she was just as lost as he was. In one quick thrust, he was buried b.a.l.l.s deep inside his woman. Her flesh surrounded his and held tight in a fist like grip that made his head spin.

"Eric," Sylvia moaned, as he flexed his hips. "Please move."

He didn't need telling twice, and although he wanted to prolong the inevitable and have her on his mouth, his hard as f.u.c.k d.i.c.k had other ideas.

He was so hard that he wasn't sure he could get any harder. Every bit of skin was pulled tight over his length and he pulled all the way out before he slowly pushed home again. Slow and smooth wouldn't do it, especially with the way Sylvia looked at him. Her legs hooked over his hips, and her hands reached up to cup his face. It was the tender look on her face that made him knock everything behind her to the floor before he pushed her down. He kissed and licked his way up from her navel and made sure to lavish attention to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s that were swollen with need. Her nipples were sensitive, large, dark buds. When his tongue lapped against them, Sylvia nearly took flight from the countertop and her v.a.g.i.n.al walls clamped down so hard on his d.i.c.k that he saw stars.

"f.u.c.k," he gasped. "You have to stop doing that or I'm going to be coming before you." He stood and gripped her hips. "I can't go slow."

"I don't want you to." She chewed her bottom lip, which distracted him and made him crazy. "f.u.c.k me, Eric."

On a growl, he started to thrust back and forth inside her pliant walls. He was sucked inside on each thrust, and wrapped in the soft warmth of her snug channel that didn't seem to want to let him retreat.

He felt her o.r.g.a.s.m as it crept up on her. It fluttered along his c.o.c.k until he thought he'd lose his mind with l.u.s.t.

As she started to ground down on him, his c.o.c.k was wrapped in a sensation that had started a fire in his b.a.l.l.s. He couldn't hold back any longer.

With one final thrust, he stayed buried all the way inside to her cervix and growled through an intense release as she continued to ripple around him. He held her still by her hips, as he slowly pumped back and forth to prolong the pleasure for both of them.

When it was over, and he pulled from her tight sheath, his release followed and trickled down to her a.s.s. His eyes darkened with newfound l.u.s.t as he watched his j.i.z.z. He'd come so hard that she was a mess, but he found he didn't give a s.h.i.+t. He loved her being covered with him. It was primitive. She'd been claimed.

"Are you sure you've had enough to eat," Eric asked her for the fourth time in as many minutes.

The breakfast that he'd been preparing before things between them had gotten out of hand had been eaten, and he had no excuse to keep her with him when she was expected at work.

He rubbed at his brow not liking the idea of her being away from him, which was stupid. He didn't like feeling possessive, but after that morning on the counter, he didn't want her to leave. She'd probably laugh her s.e.xy a.s.s off if she knew the way his thoughts had gone.