Mister Sandman And Eric Bauer - [C]

An hour later Eric was lying in his bed in the darkness. He had not bothered putting on anything after his shower and lay there naked under the single sheet covering him. Checking his watch for the tenth or twentieth or one thousandth time, he hoped that Darcina was actually going to show.

He shouldn't have doubted her, for precisely one hour after her spoken promise, his door opened and the light from the hall silhouetted a feminine form. "You awake?" Darcina's voice asked in a whisper.

"I are!" he whispered back excitedly.

The long-limbed beauty came fully into the room, closing the door behind her and placing something down on the chest of drawers against one wall. Carefully she approached, the faint light filtering through his window being the only illumination. Opening the thin, almost transparent robe she was wearing, she let the garment slip from her thin shoulders to fall to the floor behind her.

Flipping back the sheet, he slid over, making room for her. The flavor of toothpaste and mouthwash was on her breath as they kissed, their limbs intertwining. He grabbed one of her full breasts, squeezing into the soft globe. Her nipple hardened, pressing into his palm, as their tongues danced their dance.

He pushed her over onto her back, preparing to mount her, but she placed her hands on his shoulders, pushing downward.

Eric followed her lead, kissing his way across her upper chest, sucking first one and then the other heavy boob. Flicking his tongue across the hard nipples, pinching and rolling them between his thumb and forefingers. Her flat stomach fluttered beneath his lips as he worked his way lower.

Her pubic hair was so sparse, the shafts so fine, that it was practically fuzz. When he began to lick her between her slender legs, her hands returned to his broad shoulders. Squeezing them in encouragement and excitement. He continued his lapping, sucking on her labia and swallowing when his mouth filled with his own saliva and her juices. Low moans floated in the darkness as she writhed beneath him, rotating her hips and stretching her legs.

With his face buried in her pussy, Eric reached up with both hands to grab Darcina's large breasts. His fingers sank into the flesh of her soft jugs as he squeezed and fondled them. Darcina arched her back and lifted her legs, one at a time, placing them on his shoulders.

He released her breasts to curl his arms around her thighs. She brought her legs closer together, crossing her ankles to trap him between her long limbs. He was having to swallow more often now, as her secretions became more voluminous, coating his face with her sticky nectar.

While suckling on her clitoris, he slipped first one, then two fingers inside her tight, velvety sheath. Stroking back and forth. Stirring up her honeypot. Darcina's breathing became more rapid and she ran her fingers through his hair. Pressing his face tighter against her coochie. Her hips started to buck, slamming her pelvis against his face as she lifted her upper body from the bed, curling over him.

"Oh, Eric," she moaned, "I'm cumming . . . I'm cumming!"

She made loud whimpering noises as if she was crying while her body shook and shivered. Her thighs pressed tightly against his ears and he continued to suck and gnaw on the upper part of her vulva.

"Fuck-uck-uck-uck," she panted, her head thrown back and her entire body going rigid. She remain like that for several seconds, trembling and shuddering, before falling back onto the bed, her hands relaxing their grip.

Eric slowed down his actions. Licking her slower. Gently kissing the insides of her thighs. Rubbing his cheek against her sopping wet snatch. Her legs dropped away from him and she remained motionless. Trying to catch her breath. Eric stayed between her legs, waiting to be summoned.

Finally, she sat up and said, "Come here."

Crooking her finger under his chin, she kissed him deeply. Then she swung her legs over the side of the bed and turned on the lamp on the nightstand.

"Don't go anywhere," she told him. "I'll be right back . . . I have something for you."

As Darcina scurried towards the chest of drawers on the opposite wall, Eric got a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. He had a pretty good idea of what it was. Of what she had placed on the chest of drawers when she first entered his room.