Groaning, Eric released his grip on Ana's waist and flattened his palms on the mattress. She was so fucking tight it was a wonder he didn't shatter instantly. "Fuck, Ana," he hissed.
The grin on her face turned into a full-on smirk, and she pushed herself up onto her knees before sinking slowly, letting him fill her once again. The gleam of sweat on her forehead told him she was struggling as much as he was. But he wouldn't take control—if she could dish it out, he would take it. He clenched his teeth as she moved her hips in circle. Fucking tease. The throbbing in his cock intensified as her body gripped his.
"Mmm." Her eyes closed as her head tipped back, her hands running up over his chest until they curled over his shoulders.
"Eyes, Ana," he barked.
Her head snapped back down and her eyes widened as they locked on his.
"Don't look away from me again," he said firmly as his hands moved to her knees and travelled up her thighs. He passed her hips, not stopping until he reached her chest. He cupped the underside of her breasts with his palms, skimming the pads of his thumbs back and forth over her stiff peaks. Her breathing became labored as she moved into his touch, her ass lifting before she drove her body back down onto his. He knew this was her first time in this position, knew she was experimenting, but her pace was excruciatingly slow.
When her fingernails dug into his shoulders, he moved his hands to her back and leaned up and drew one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking hard.
"Eric!" she breathed as his tongue flicked roughly back and forth. It gave him precisely what he was looking for; her hips rose as she plummeted back down onto him, hastening her pace. Her inner thighs bounced against his outer ones as she repeated he action again and again. He moved to her other breast and used his tongue to draw a circle around her nipple. When he reached between them and grazed her clit with the tip of his index finger, her body dropped and she slumped against him.
"It's…it's too much," she whimpered. "I can't…I can't…Eric…"
"Yes, Ana, you can," he coached softly. "It's not too much, baby. I promise. You keep going, and it'll be just fucking right."
With a soft moan her hand pressed a hand into his shoulder and rose above him again. The tips of her hair brushed over his chest as she rode him. He reached around and grabbed her ass, pushing her up and them pulling her back down. "Faster, baby," he grunted as her body surrounded him.
It was like he was touching her everywhere. One hand was between her legs again while the other ghosted over her side until he was cupping the back of her neck. He pulled her down as she rode him, his tongue thrusting inside of her mouth when she gasped for air. His tongue tangled with hers, and she choked back a sob when she felt her body tighten. She pushed through the start of her orgasm, rising and sinking, rising and sinking as Eric's hips surged up off the mattress to meet her. She tore her mouth from his, her forehead falling to his shoulder as her body claimed release.
Eric was right behind her, calling out her name as she felt him explode inside of her.
Her body fell into sync with Eric's, their breathing evening out together. After not having him for so long, she was spent. But this was the first time she'd taken control in the bedroom, and she'd be lying if she didn't say she wanted to know what he was thinking.
She got her answer less than a minute later.
"So fucking worth the wait," he growled as he pulled her tighter against him.
She was the worst friend on the planet; that's all Ana could think as she watched Kate practically float down the aisle. She had to force herself to keep her gaze on her friend; Eric's eyes were practically boring into her from on the other side of the pedestal separating the bridesmaids from the groomsmen. She cleared her throat and felt her cheeks heat as she recalled her conversation with Kate yesterday morning.
Her friend gasped the second their eyes met. "Oh, sweetie. You finally had sex again!" Kate sniffed as she moved forward and embraced her.
Ana coughed. "How can you tell?" she asked hesitantly.
"You're glowing!" Kate said as she pulled away. "And…you know…the sex hair." She wrinkled her nose. "I think I can smell it on you, too."
Ana jerked out of her friend's hug. "What?" she shrieked.
Kate shrugged. "I'm just saying. Come on. Pack your stuff. We need to go."
Ana gave her friend a confused look; Kate sighed. "We're moving to a different hotel," she said.
"Well…" she pointed at the door that led the room adjoining hers. "Eric and I are going to have breakfast together—"
Kate shook her head. "No. We have things to do to get ready for the wedding. He can have breakfast with Elliot."
"But—"
Kate rolled her eyes. "Ana, there's a lot to do, and we really don't have time to argue. I'm the bride; you need to do what I say."
"Oh, for crying out loud. Are we six?" Ana muttered.
"Seven," Kate said, eyes dancing. "Come on. Pack your stuff."
"Why are we leaving the hotel?"
"I can't see Elliot before the wedding!" Kate insisted.
"Moving to a different hotel is a bit dramatic, isn't it?"
Ana sighed as her friend glared at her. Typical Kate-taking things to the extreme.. "Let me say goodbye to Eric."
After saying goodbye to Eric under Kate's watchful eye, Ana had begrudgingly left the hotel for another one across town. She'd seen him for just a few hours yesterday at the rehearsal, and then dinner. She'd met his parents very briefly, and she couldn't help but think was a good thing. Though they were both kind, she'd always been intimidated by meeting the parents.
After Kate's father tenderly placed her hand in Elliot's and they took the single step up onto the platform together, Ana let her gaze find Eric. Her breath caught at the raw desire she saw in his eyes, and shifted uncomfortably at the flash of heat between her legs. His knowing grin caused a flood, her panties saturated instantly.
She bit back a groan as her eyes fell on the preacher. And then she prayed for lightening not to strike.
Eric's best man speech had been both funny and sweet, and Ana couldn't stop the smile that spread across her face as she watched him tip his head back to take a swallow of champagne. She sipped her own and let her gaze sweep across the small crowd, grinning when she saw Jose's camera focused on her.
She nodded at whatever it was Mia said to her, and then watched as the near empty dishes in front of them were cleared away.
She could see Kate and Elliot across the room swaying to the music as they danced their first dance as husband and wife.
As the music ended, she felt a hand on her shoulder and looked up at Eric.
"Mia." He nodded at his sister, and then smiled down at her. "The next dance is for the wedding party. I believe the Best Man dances with the Maid of Honor."
He took her hand and led her to the dance floor; the only other couples were Kate and Elliot and Mia and Ethan. Eric placed his hand on her lower back and pulled her closer. "You're still here." His warm breath against her ear caused her to shiver.
"Where did you think I would be?" she asked with a nervous laugh.
"You have a habit of disappearing after we've…" his lips twitched as he searched for the right words. "Had relations," he finally finished.
Despite his light tone, Ana knew it bothered him. And it was time to start reassuring him. "Eric," she said softly as her hand reached around his shoulder to cup the back of his neck. Her thumb brushed back and forth over his soft flesh. "I'm not going anywhere this time." She tightened her grip, locking her gaze with his. "I promise. I'm done running."