Spice & Raspberry Wine
Part Five
by sarAdora


Present Time
He didn't want to let her out of his arms for the length of time it would take to make dinner so he ordered take-out.

"What do you want, Puss? Chinese? Italian? There's a new Korean place that delivers."

"Japanese," she said, just to be obstinate.

He chuckled. "Plain old teriyaki?"

"Yeah, and lots of juice for the rice and a big order of thick miso. Lots of potstickers. Remind them to throw in hard noodles and fortune cookies, too."

"Japanese restaurants don't have hard noodles or fortune cookies. That's Chinese. You want that instead?"

"No, I want teriyaki. What do you have for dessert?"

"I'm going to have you," he grinned.

"Does that mean I get you for my dessert?"


"Why the hell not?"

"'Cause I said so."

"What! Why not?"

"You said I was a bossy, hard-ass, surly SOB of an AD. Just living up to my... ow! That hurt!"

"That was just a little pinch," Morgan stormed. "Nothing compared to what I'm going to do to you now." She grabbed his balls, intent on squeezing them until he wasn't sure if it was pleasure or pain and then she'd nip his enthusiastic cock before she sucked him into her mouth, but Eric had other ideas.

He wasn't afraid she'd hurt him. He was afraid she'd make him come too fast and too often and he wouldn't be able to make love to her later. He could easily have more than one orgasm a night, but he liked to space them out, enjoy the foreplay, all the touching, the love talk, the cuddling that accompanied it. He was madly in love with her but he had no intention of giving her the upper hand every time she tried to take it.

His slipped his hands under her arms and around her back and used his elbows to spread her arms further apart. Leaning over her, he kissed her, his chest pushing her chest further back. He didn't let her up for air and though she maintained a grip on his balls, they loosened considerably. His slid a hand down her back and pushed a gentle finger into the small puckered opening of her anus. Morgan gasped, released him and collapsed under his weight.

He let her up for air, his breath heavy on her face as he continued to thrust his finger in and out of her tight opening. "Feel good, Puss?" he asked, easily holding her weight with one arm and fingering her puckered opening at the same time. Morgan's moans turned to soft whimpers when his other hand moved to her clit, pressing it with his thumb while his fingers slowly brought her pleasure. He could feel them pressing against each other through the thin membrane between her two passages and knew Morgan's body was even more sensitive to his ministrations.

Her eyes closed, her body limp from an intensely pleasurable orgasm. He lowered her back to the couch and cradled her to his chest, his breath warm in her ear. "You okay, Pumpkin Puss?" he murmured.

"I hate you, Eric Cleveland," she said softly.

"I know," he smiled. "And you love me, too."

"I love you very much," she admitted. "And I hate you, too."

"Go into the shower, Puss. I'll order the food and join you in a few minutes. Then you can tell me how much you hate me and show me how much you love me."

She was on her back on the floor, the water cascading over her thighs and legs when Eric stepped inside the stall. Eyes closed, her breathing even, Morgan was loath to move. Her hands cupped her breasts, her fingers teasing her nipples taut and he growled softly, instantly erect and hungry for her.

"I told you those are mine," he growled, spreading her thighs apart and kneeling between them. "When are you going to learn that I'm the one that pleasures them, not you?"

"Says you," she said quietly.

"How about I make love to you, Pumpkin Puss?" he said just as quietly, and raised her legs to his shoulders. Cupping her ass, he lifted her to his mouth and probed her sweet opening.

"More," she demanded, when he lifted his face.

"And if I decide to leave you wanting, instead?" he snorted, tickled that she demanded more.

"I'll do it myself," she told him and put a hand on her clit, the other reaching lower.

"The hell you will," he snarled softly, pushing her hands away and delivering several sharp smacks to her butt before sucking her erect bud between his lips. "Mine," he grumbled, nipping, licking and sucking some more. "All mine!"

Morgan didn't hear him; his lips had instantly pushed her over the edge and she was lost in a sea of orgasms, one after the other as he continued to mouth her sex. She didn't remember when his lips stopped sucking and his tongue began lapping. She floated, lost in his lovemaking, safe in his arms, and knew she was loved.

He cushioned her butt when he entered her, one swift hard thrust that slipped through her wet heat and pushed in as far as he could go. He paused, holding the position for a few seconds, reveling in the feel of her, her muscles reflexively tightening around him, drawing him in. His balls nestled against that sensitive tender spot between her vaginal opening and the cleft of her bottom cheeks. It was an erogenous zone for both of them.

She moaned. He thrust again and stopped. She whimpered. He smiled, caught an erect nipple between his teeth and nipped it gently. He thrust again and rotated his hips, intent on touching every inch of her core with his rampant cock. He was so hot and hard for her - being inside her made him harder.

"I hate you," she murmured, kissing the top of his bald scalp, her hands roaming over his neck and shoulders, urging him closer. "I hate how you make me want you. I hate your beautiful body. I hate that I have to touch you and that I want you to hold me and love me. I hate you, Eric Cleveland. Love me, please love me," she begged.

"I do love you, Puss. You know I do," he rumbled between breaths, his chest heaving and his hips thrusting. Her body's heat consumed him, his balls tightened, his energy almost depleted.

"I hate your hard cock," she whimpered, meeting him thrust for thrust. "I hate how good you f...fu.. love me," she moaned and was lost again in that cloud of bliss that bespoke of how well he had loved her - how much he loved her.

His low rumbling growl of release reverberated, thunder bouncing off the wall as he poured his life force into her - filling her with his fertile seed - coating every millimeter of her core - microscopic spermatozoa seeking her ova - and finding it - penetrating it.

~ End Part Five ~

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