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Erica’s Surprise : Craig and Erica Part 4

Erica's Surprise: Craig and Erica Serial Part 4 from Sage L Mattison

She glanced at the clock again, butterflies in her stomach as she waited for Craig to come home from his meeting. The smile hadn’t left her face since her first glimpse of him as he descended the plane last week. His skin was tanned and rough, his hair cut short but the second his eyes glanced up and found hers, she was gone. They were supposed to stay in their seats until all the men had debordered but she couldn’t help it. His lips ticked up in a smile, his dimples showing in his cheeks and her own smile matched his.

She had jumped from her seat and ignored the yelling of his head officer as she ran full speed toward Craig. He made it to the bottom of the stairs just as she reached him. She dove into his arms, wrapping her legs around his powerful waist and didn’t let go.

All her friends thought she was crazy for staying with him through his deployment. “You aren’t married, you aren’t even engaged! You can find someone closer.” Maggie, her BFF had told her countless times while Craig was gone. Maggie didn’t understand. Erica couldn’t be with anyone else because her heart and soul were connected to Craig and always would be.

Erica lit the candles on the mantle, her eyes darting to the clock again. Only 2 minutes has passed since she last checked. She set down the lighter and glanced around the living room. After Craig had left that afternoon, Erica decided to wine and dine him when he got home. They had barely spent any time out of bed since he got home last week, but she wanted to show him how much he truly meant to her.

So she set up a picnic in their living room, complete with candles on all the hard surfaces, a fire in the fireplace (despite it being June) and her in sexy red lingerie. Her heart leapt in her chest when she heard the keys in the door. She shifted to face the front hall, fluffing her hair one last time, a smile breaking out on her face again.

“Erica! I’m home.” Craig’s smooth voice washed over her as he entered the hall. She heard him take off his shoes and set down his keys before he walked toward her. His tall frame filled the entry way, pausing to take in the sight of her creations. “Baby girl, this looks amazing.” His voice was adoring and husky already.

“I thought we could have a picnic.” She said and gestured to the floor. He took two long strides and was suddenly in front of her, his chest pressed against hers as he cupped her cheek.

“I think that’s a great idea. Are you on the menu?” He asked and didn’t wait for a reply before he was kissing her. His lips pressing hard, bruising against her own and she was powerless to stop him. Erica moaned into him, her lips parting for his tongue as he growled in response. His strong arm wrapped around her, cupping her bottom and lifting her clear off the floor.

Erica giggled, wrapping her hands around his neck for support as he took a step and then knelt, keeping her safe in his arms as he slowly deposited her on the picnic blanket.

“I was supposed to be for dessert.” Erica scolded with a giggle.

“I like to have my dessert first.” Craig joked, a glint in his eye. His body covered hers, his eyes devoured her form. She knew her breasts were heaving, straining against the red fabric, her panties were soaked and she trembled beneath him.

Craig was quiet as he traced his finger from her cheek, down her neck and collar bone. He followed her curves, moving slowly and gently across her breasts and stomach, down her thighs and then back up the other side. There was something in his eyes that Erica couldn’t place. She thought she saw a flash of sadness as he studied her.

“Craig?” She asked quietly, his eyes darting to hers and as quick as she saw it, the sadness was gone. Replaced with an aching desire that she knew was reflected back from her own brown irises.

“Yes, baby girl?” He asked, a smile in his voice.

“I love you.” She whispered, her voice catching as she looked at the man who had been her everything for so long, she knew she would be lost without him. Craig bent and captured her lips again, slow and passionate this time. His tongue swiping against hers, his teeth nibbled as he gripped her hip with one hand and stroked her hair with the other.

“You are my everything, Erica.” He whispered back as his lips moved down her law line to her neck.

The Life That Is – Chapter 2 – The Dark Age

 

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It’s the story that few know the entire of and what in my own special mindset is called the dark chapter, the story that was never written in the hopes of keeping it locked away in the cabinet  and slowly let the world forget about.

In the summer of my fifth grade I saw her standing down the hallway in the classroom room across from mine and that day I lost all my good sense and forgot what logic was good for, it was the day someone from above decided to give me a taste of love’s true powerful magic.

She offered me friendship and a good time, little did she know that I was cursed by the ground pounding effects of love and nothing could have prepared any of us for the hard times to come.

A stranger became a friend, a friend became a dream and the dream became a nightmare that ate away at so many of my nights, but I was merely on the bridge to hell and the pain was just a taste of what many others had to feel.

As time went by and I kept going down the hellish path, I soon found myself in a tunnel of complete darkness without any exits in sight and where no one could hear my screams.

I filled my family and friends days with hateful words spoken by the beast that had consumed me and I was deaf to the help which they tried to offer me, soon I stood all alone in this madness.

I had pushed everyone still willing to try and pull me out of it away and in the end, hope of salvation was beginning to fade before my eyes.

It made me feel like I was just a few falls away before I would hit the bottom of the hole where hell would be a vacation and death is freedom.

In the end I was dragged to the luck maker’s office and the doctor would lay a hand on my shoulder, give me a speech that to what was left of my mind sounded like false truths, when they give up on getting any light through to me. I was handed a glass and a lucky pill

Pumped full of joy pills, I fought every day with fake happiness and a faith sense of hope shining through the almost closed door leading back to a normal life.

At last I survived and came out of it, reborn with a new look on the world around me. Finally awoken from what had felt like an endless coma of suffering and meaningless crying.  Now everything from that time feels only like a fading memory from a different time and different place with different people.

And that concludes what is now known as the Dark Age

Her Soft Angles

Her Soft Angles by Sage L Mattison at Écririons

His whole life had been leading up to this exact moment. This moment with her, with them together. God she was beautiful. The moonlight caressed her skin as his eyes devoured every inch of the smooth skin he could see.

The curves and angles were addicting. She moaned his name into the night and his hands descended, wrapping around her waist and hauling her lithe frame against his own.

“Mi amor.” He whispered, his voice heavy with lust and impatience. His thumbs grazed the underside of her breasts as he zeroed his gaze in on the tender flesh of the juncture between her neck and collar-bone. His lips made contact and he was on fire, he burned inside and felt her tremble in his arms.

His lips sucked and his teeth nipped along the bone, making love to her skin as she writhed against him. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her hands tangled in his unruly hair and she whispered his name over and over again, begging and pleading for more of him.

As he palmed her breast, caressing her nipple he kissed a path up her neck, along her jaw and then paused at her mouth. They shared their breath, panting with need and he felt his hips bucking against her of their own volition.

“Si, mi amor.” He whispered, his voice tickling her moistened lips. Taking the steps as long as he could, he carried her to her large bed, lying her down like she was made of glass. She held onto his form, refusing to let go, and captured his mouth with her own.

Pleading now without words, she delved her tongue into his mouth.

He was made for this and she was made for him. He smiled against her soft lips, spreading her legs wide for him as he shifted into place. There was no turning back and he didn’t even want to, all he wanted was here and now.

And with one thrust, he took what was his.

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