With his strong hand on my back, he pushed me toward him, took my nipples in his mouth again and sucked on them as I moved up and down, but I pulled back.
He moaned in frustration, wanting to grab my back again, but I pushed him back into the seat and paused.
“Lean back, Erik...” I sighed and pushed him further into the seat with my hand on his chest.
Erik laid his head back on his neck, moaning desperately as if this was causing him serious pain.
“I'll do what you want, just please release me...”
“Look at me,” I demanded, lifting my head.
“How could I not,” he murmured hoarsely and lifted his head from his neck, reaching out a hand to touch my stomach before sliding his hand down. Deeper. Deeper still, until he rested two fingers on my slit, which opened for him almost of its own accord. “The only question is whether you can withstand my gaze when I torture you the way you torture me.” And suddenly he slid his fingers inside me. So agonizingly slowly that I contracted around him and had to arch my back.
I moaned without relent, while he slid inside me with his fingers again and again.
“There you go. Moan for me, my Charis.” He let his other hand wander to my chin. “And don't forget to keep eye contact.”
The right corner of his mouth moved up, and there was something devilish about it, something that made me stop, because at the same time he pulled his fingers out of me and... brought them to his lips.
Watching every movement of my expression, he opened his lips and let his fingertips disappear between them before moaning with pleasure.
Damn, what was he doing to me?
He let go of his lips, pulled me jerkily toward him, and positioned me over his now even harder cock.
“And now fuck me, faster,” he demanded.
He wanted to push me down and God, how much I wanted it, too, but I held onto his shoulder so that he couldn't push me any further.
“Ask me to...” I whispered.
“Please, J,” he growled low.
I smiled in satisfaction and sat down, letting him slide into me again far too slowly before I granted his request, moving up and down faster and faster.
He gasped, cursed something, and I rubbed myself harder and harder against his sliding dick, the sound intensifying both of our moans.
“J... I want to cum inside you,” he whispered, and I didn't stop. His words only made me even more eager.
“Then cum inside me,” I whispered out of breath, but it turned into a begging, because the feeling in my center became more and more intense, pulsating with violence.
Unexpectedly, everything inside me tightened, and it felt as if something was going to explode inside me. I whimpered and Erik moaned more and more until his cock suddenly twitched uncontrollably inside me and we both stopped moving.
He was twitching under me. Once, twice, three times, and with each time I felt it getting warmer inside me.
He came inside me, and I didn't want it to stop.
But when the twitching subsided, my trembling also faded and we both gasped for air.
That was the moment when he pulled me to him and pressed his wet lips to my dry ones.
He kissed me hard, demanding, completely out of breath, while his warm cum was dripping out of my pussy.
Pain, longing, and desire became one with all the things that Erik triggered in me. The inner emptiness disappeared completely with every kiss until he pressed me so tightly against him, wrapped his arms around me so pleadingly, and buried his hands in my hair. All I could feel was him and his rapid heartbeat.
Erik lay beneath me. He was bare-chested, and I was fully clothed again. He let his fingers wander tenderly through my hair, stroking it from my forehead, behind the back of my ear, where I felt the band of the mask…painfully.
My head rested on his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat, and for the first time I inhaled his scent.
A woody, indescribably sensual note. It wasn't cologne he was wearing. It was his body scent that calmed me down inside.
“I've often thought you were a dream, J,” he whispered softly. “The kind that makes you wake up and want to go straight back to sleep.” I looked up, and our eyes met in the darkness. “But it doesn't work, you know? You lie down every night and gradually lose that dream from your memory.”
There was something sad in his voice. And I felt the reality approaching in an unpleasant way. I wanted to push it away, but the panic inside me was stronger.
“I'm real, Erik,” I whispered back, as if I could hold him in our little bubble.
“Now, in this moment.” He smiled, and there was something sad about it. “But tomorrow I'll lie in my bed, open my eyes, and you'll be gone.”
An icy feeling spread through me. It was as if I was losing him again at that very moment.
His fingers wandered from my forehead over the mask, along the edges.
“I would love to take it off. To see you for once.”
I felt my nervousness return, and with it the coldness in my fingertips. It was so sudden that it felt like a shock. And it reminded me that I wasn't J. I was Julie Blair.
I couldn't let Erik know who I was. That would destroy the boundaries I had set. Boundaries I had drawn to protect him. This damn mask was my reality. As much as it hurt.
