Her cries permeated the air, and her pelvis thrust up to meet him for every touch. He prolonged her release for as long as possible until he couldn’t hold it back any more. Pushing three fingers inside her, he flicked her clit. Her pussy squeezed him, her hips rose, and he finally catapulted her into her release.
Afterwards he held her. Work was forgotten with her in his lap. He kissed her head and held her shaking form. Chris hoped she’d find the courage to tell him the truth about what she wanted.
Chapter Fifteen
Erica couldn’t tell him. She watched him for hours on end to try to find the right time to tell him her desire. Every time she found a reason to hold back. Their painful beginning was a factor. They’d spend so much of their relationship at loggerheads that she didn’t want to cause any problems now. She read her books and tried to forget about her rampant desires.
The more she put off telling him, the harder the love-making seemed to be. His passions became more demanding. He would fuck her without saying a word, then treat her with so much love he had her bursting into tears.
She wanted to open up to him so badly, but like always, she held back. When she wasn’t working or thinking about her dilemma with Chris, she spent a great deal of time with Elizabeth. Trent was helping her to read and write. She knew her sister wouldn’t accept charity from him, so she cleaned Trent’s house, cooked for him, and did his laundry. In return, he paid her and taught her at the end of the day.
Erica helped where she could, listening to her older sister try to read certain letters. At times while she listened and watched the concentration on her sister’s face, she felt guilty. Throughout growing up, she could have been there for her sister. Instead, at the first opportunity she had left.
One afternoon after work, she listened to her sister read a child’s books. She stumbled over the words a few times, and Erica helped her. Elizabeth was putting the book away when she turned to her.
“What’s going on with you?” she asked.
“What do you mean? Nothing is going on. That was some good reading.” Trent had told her to praise her sister when she could but not to patronise her efforts.
“Thank you. Don’t change the subject. I know you’re listening to me, and I can see you’re thinking about something else.”
Erica shifted on the couch feeling uncomfortable under her sister’s scrutiny. She thought it amusing that she felt uncomfortable under her sister’s watchful eye but turned on when Chris stared at her in that way.
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
Elizabeth took her hand. “I’ve spent most of my adult life unable to read and living in a dump because I didn’t feel I was worth anything. My proudest moment was seeing you off on that bus into the city. I’ve done right by you. Please don’t make me wish I was back there because you can’t confide in me. I’m thirty years old and dealing with some crap. Please, tell me.”
The tears sprang to Erica’s eyes. Compared with the problems her sister faced daily, her issues seemed irrelevant.
“They’re stupid. I’ve not got half the problems you’ve had to deal with.” She stared down in her lap. The need to talk to someone was burning through to her soul.
“I’m still here, Erica. My problems are my own. We’re sisters. No matter the problem we should be able to share with each other. Don’t let our differences in situations cloud your judgement.” Her sister always sounded so smart. It was what made the knowledge of her lack of reading and writing so hard to believe.
“I’ve been reading some stuff,” Erica said, licking her lips. The heat filled her cheeks from her embarrassment.
“What kind of stuff?”
“Erotic romance. Don’t laugh or anything. I think I’m addicted to sex. Or at least freaky kind of sex.”
When her sister didn’t laugh or make a sound, she glanced up. Elizabeth was waiting for her to continue.
“What do you mean freaky kind of sex? All I’m thinking about is you being crawled on by a load of spiders and being turned on, and that would be freaky.”
Erica laughed. “Don’t make fun of me.”
“I’m not. Seriously, what do you think is freaky? I have no idea what kind of sex is freaky.”
“Chris is wonderful. He’s tender and loving, and he makes me feel whole.”
“He can’t be that great if you think something is wrong with you,” Elizabeth said. “Get to the good stuff. I don’t need to hear about how wonderful my sister’s fiancé is in the bedroom. That’s creepy.”
“Why? Chris is wonderful.” Erica couldn’t help but defend her man.