Opposites Attract

Chapter 11

Chapter 11;

Kate p.o.v

After he'd surprised me at work, Eric had gone home to pack an overnight bag before coming back and picking me up.

We'd driven to my place and he'd gaped open mouthed as we'd walked in. "Your dad bought you this?" He asked incredulously.

"Uhh, yeah." I replied as I hung up my coat and bag. We'd gone to get a drink and I asked about food, really not hungry.

He insisted that he wasn't either so after I had changed into some joggers and a baggy top, I'd joined Eric on the sofa to watch tv.

It was weird but when I'm with him, I know I should care what I look like but I'm just too comfortable around him to really care. I guess that's a good thing, especially since he doesn't seem to mind either.

He sat behind me with his arms around my waist and his hands resting on my stomach, me leaning against his front.

"You never did tell me why you're back early?" I asked. "Not that I'm complaining."

"I should hope not!" he winked. "I got an earlier flight. I was done with meetings and stuff last night. I couldn't see the point in staying another day if I was done and besides, I missed you."

"Really?" he nodded. "I'm so glad you said that - I missed you as well."

The next few minutes were spent kissing, memorising every line of each other.

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We'd been sat there for about half an hour when Eric's hands settled under my top, just resting on my skin just above the band of my joggers.

I didn't think he was fully aware of what he was doing but I was well aware of the effect it had on me.

I turned to look at him, seeing he was completely engrossed in whatever it was we were watching. I watched him for a while before he noticed.

"You're staring." He smiled without turning.

"And you're distracting." I placed my hands over his on my stomach and he seemed to realise, looking down but making no attempt to move.

I moved myself so that I was straddling his lap and he stared at me as if I was mad.

After a pause, I asked; "Well? Are you going to kiss me or not?" I wasn't sure whether I was asking him or telling him.

He did almost instantly and his hands went to hips holding me in place. It was slow and deep but hot as hell.

Under me, I could feel his excitement levels rising - it was very obvious through his jeans. I couldn't help but moan into his open mouth, causing him to kiss me deeper.

He surprised me as his hands went to my bum and squeezed gently. I broke away and gasped in surprise, and he looked worriedly at me.

"Didn't expect it, sorry." I explained. He chuckled but kissed me deeply again as I pulled the front of his shirt so he was now sat up.

He wrapped my legs around his waist and I reflectively tightened my grip on him as he stood up. He broke off the kiss just long enough to ask "bedroom?".

I murmured a quick yes and with a bit of direction from me, he took us to my room, me still wrapped tightly around him.

He walked straight into my room, not bothering to close the door before he lowered me gently onto the bed.

He climbed onto the bed, placing his knees carefully on either side of my hips and hovering so as not to put too much of his weight on me, before commencing to kiss me with twice as much passion as before.

I could feel myself raising my body to meet his, crushing us together over and over as we moved.

"God, Kate." He moaned over and over as he kissed me furiously, almost like a chant.

I wasn't ashamed of the noises I was making, not when I could feel and hear what they were doing to him.

"Wow..." I breathed as I rubbed him through his jeans, unable to resist. He broke the kiss to gasp loudly, obviously incapable of forming actual words.

I reached my hand up so that I could undo his zip and belt. He ground against my hand with a moan as I finally managed to get his belt and trousers undone.

His hands quickly removed my tshirt, throwing it to the floor before ridding me of my trousers and discarding them too.

He began kissing my collar bone, and my mind went to hell.

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Eric p.o.v

I kissed her shoulder, knowing that it made her go mad, gently nibbling then kissing.

I continued this all the way down to the line of her bra where I stopped and looked up at her.

Her eyes were half lidded but I could easily see the lust in them from where she was staring at me.

I stopped suddenly, only just realising she was only in her underwear. My eyes roamed her body as if I was trying to memorise every line of her, and as I took in the amazing sight before me, I knew we would remember tonight.

I placed my hand on her stomach and brushed my fingers along the skin of her body, earning me a moan from her.

I trailed lower and lower until I had just brushed over her sensitive area, instead deciding to tease her some more as I moved my hand down her thigh.

It was so hard not to take her here and now, but I felt like teasing her, to see how long I could before she snapped.

I moved my head so that I could whisper in her ear. "How much do you want it?" I asked teasingly, hopefully with a sexy voice.

I made sure that my hand was getting closer and closer with each stroke, but never quite going where she wanted it to.

"Oh god. So much, Eric." She gasped as my hand finally came into contact with her. "But wait."

I pulled my hand back instantly, scared I'd done something wrong. "What is it? Are you ok?"

I searched her face for any sign of, well, anything, but found none. Instead of awnsering, she forcefully tugged at my tshirt, trying to rid me of it.

I pulled it off and chucked it before maneuvering my trousers off as well as I realised something.

"I haven't got any protection." I damn near growled, angry with myself. I had to remember one thing!

She grabbed my neck and forcefully pulled me down to her lips. "Good thing I have then." she purred.

I pulled back slightly and looked at her face. "When did you-?"

"Do you really want to talk about that now?" she raised her eyebrow. I shook my head, much to distracted at the moment. After more than a week apart, I couldn't get enough of her quick enough.

She wriggled out from under me, having to make it blatantly obvious what she wanted to do - not a lot of blood was going to my brain at the moment, making it hard to think.

I was left holding myself up with my arms, trying to breathe. She came back seconds later, holding a small square wrapper, pushed me onto my back and straddled me.

She pulled at the waistband of my boxers with a cheeky grin. "Get these off, Saade."

"Only if yours go to." I grinned. We removed our underwear and picked up where we had left off.