Erotic Fiction: Smothered

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In the doorway, Linda propped against the wooden frame with her arms crossed in front of her slender body. She grinned, watching Erik shift his naked body over slightly in the bed where he sat. He smiled back at her, full lips turning upwards slowly as he nodded his head once, motioning for her to join him.

It was impossible not to have your attention entirely commanded by Erik’s presence. His body took up the entire bed, skin glistening in a sheen of sweat, despite the coolness of the air-conditioned room making the tiny blonde hairs on Linda’s upper arm prickle. Looking at him, it was clear that his face was untraditionally handsome, yet appealing: deep chocolate brown eyes, naturally coiffed eyebrows, and high cheekbones. This was subdued by the roundness of his face, his ruddy complexion, his heavy breathing.

Something about him — between his appearance and his total self-assurance — completely captivated Linda. Made her want to curl up against him, crawl beneath him, and be consumed by his charisma. It’s why she was there that evening, driving straight to his house after work in anticipation of the moment she could peel back her clothes to reveal the lingerie she had been hiding beneath it all afternoon. The pastel blues and cream-coloured lace trimming selected with the knowledge that they were his favourites on her.

In small, graceful steps, Linda crossed the room and lowered herself into the bed with him, sliding a leg over the vast expanse of Erik’s body so that she had mounted the girth of his stomach. On either side of his torso, her knees barely skimmed the sheets below them. She could feel the full breaths moving in and out of him, the inhalations expanding his body and lifting her further from the bed.

He slipped his hand beneath the waistband of her skirt, untucking the body-hugging black blouse she was wearing to run the palm of his hand along her smooth, flat belly. Linda took his wrist, raising his arm until his hand cupped her breast. Erik pulled her forward, artfully unhooking her bra with a single hand so that it sprung loose, hanging on by her shoulders and exposing the delicate skin beneath. He held her gently, thumb playing with her hardened nipple for a moment before she leaned closer to him, unbuttoning the front of her shirt and pulling it over her head in a single, fluid motion.

Straightening her back, she looked down at him. He watched her shrug her shoulders, the lacy blue brassiere tumbling from her body and sliding down the length of her arms and into one hand for her to drop to the ground beside the bed. By now, her skirt was hiked up around her thighs and her thin panties were the only thing between the two of them. Erik reached out, pulling her down onto him. She pressed a kiss to his mouth, his lips parting in response for the briefest of moments before he carefully rolled over on top of her.

A small noise escaped from Linda as her body felt the weight of him on top of her. Her breathing slowed, the inhalations were ragged, and the exhalations short and weighty. She felt crushed, smothered, but excitedly awaited the moment when he would fill her. Her legs spread open, forcing themselves apart under his mass, her hands roving between their bodies to explore him. The curves of his rolls, the smattering of hair across his rounded chest, the thickness of his thighs enveloping hers… she wanted all of him.

Erik lifted, enough for Linda to reach between them and take hold of him quickly; she guided him into her, feeling herself fill as he lowered his body back down onto her. Unlike the others she had slept with in the past, Erik didn’t have the energy to move back and forth against her, burying himself as deep between her legs as he could. Instead, his heaviness worked in his favour, the overwhelming weight burrowing his body deep within her as she felt every crevice bursting.

Linda’s hips began gyrating, a slow cadence, while she felt her body building up in ecstasy. The lull of her movements made her feel dream-like, the trance euphoric and gradually becoming orgasmic. The sensation built up inside of her, rising from the pit of her stomach and radiating out through her chest, her limbs, dizzying her mind. With a sigh — Linda’s body weakened by both orgasm and the weight of Erik overtop of her — closed her eyes and felt her body blissfully melt into the bedsheets.