Page 13 of Colossal
We stumble sideways in our haste to taste each other, my mouth opening for him, accepting his tongue with a moan while he enjoys a good, rough knead of my bottom, on top of my panties. I hold his face in my hands in a slant, lick, slant, kind of kiss, excitement rumbling upward from the tips of my toes, tingling in my calves, knees, thighs, until it throbs in my core, like a hot, rhythmic pump. “You were so incredible tonight that I had to draw you,” I whisper, climbing his big body higher, clinging more securely with all the strength of my inner thighs, wanting to feel all of him. Everywhere. “You’re starring in my newest drawings. Do you want to come see?”
He settles his forehead against mine and simply holds me in the muted nighttime of the street, swaying right to left. “I want to see anything you want to show me.”
I press my nose into his neck, inhaling him, then I shimmy my way to the ground, intertwine our fingers and tug him into the coffee shop. Every head in the place turns on a swivel to witness the glory of Eric Von Hagen, though he seems self-conscious about all the attention. Well, I’m going to cure that insecurity in no time.
Eric lets me guide him down into the seat I vacated before he arrived, then I take my spot in his lap, smiling over his lusty grunt when my bottom presses to his groin that grows significantly and rapidly with us sitting in this position, though I keep my hips still. For now.
“Is that supposed to be me?” Eric says, sounding astonished as he peers over the top of my head down at my sketchbook, which is still wide open on the table. “You’re so talented, Marlow. These could be published, but, uh…that guy is all sinewy and confident and badass.”
I tilt my head back to kiss the underside of his chin. “That’s what I see when I look at you. That’s not how you feel?”
After a pause, he shakes his head. “Not usually, no. I’m a freak of nature.”
“Amiracleof nature. Exactly like a superhero.”
After studying me long and hard, he trails his fingers up and down the line of my throat, as if he wants to memorize the feeling of me swallowing, and I’m glad I picked a table that is tucked into a shadowy nook where none of the other customers can see us. “I’m starting to wonder if I have a superpower that I’m not aware of, because I can’t fucking believe I’ve got this beautiful girl in my lap.”
My blood thickens. Heats. “Right where I want to be.”
A rumble sounds off in his chest. “What time do you need to be home, Fairy Tale? I won’t have you getting into trouble because of me.”
“If they haven’t discovered I’m gone yet, I should be good until morning. They’re usually in bed by ten.”
He drags his fingertips in a path down between my breasts, making my nipples bead beneath the thin material of my red turtleneck, and he grunts his approval. That touch continues lower, lower, the barest of brushes over the contour of my sex, before he begins to play idly with the hem of my skirt. “I want to know more about your family. Why you have to be so secretive about having a normal social life, when your stepsisters don’t seem to have the same restrictions.”
I try not to stiffen, but I do, and he catches my chin in his big paw, tilting my head back and scrutinizing my face with a frown. “I’m a little more rebellious than them,” I whisper. “I ran away and acted out a lot after my father moved us here. I didn’t adjust very well and she’s never really forgiven me for it. Or my drawings.”
“What’s wrong with the drawings?” he growls.
“Well, if you hadn’t called me, I was about to draw Colossal and the heroine getting freaky in the locker room.”
His booming laugh makes me giggle, and I’ve never felt safer or more content than I am right now, in my giant’s lap. “I’d rather talk about you. What is your family like?”
“It’s just me and my mom. My dad hasn’t been in the picture for a while. But she’s just…the best. When she finds out I have a girlfriend, she’s going to overreact. In a good way. But she’ll probably assume I’m playing a joke on her when she sees you.”
“Why?”
“Baby, I don’t think you realize how fucking gorgeous you are.”
“I don’t thinkyourealize that women are biologically attracted to the dominant alpha in their species. Size and height and the ability to scare off predators signal a good provider, a protector and a father. So, it’s lucky for me that all the other girls don’t pay any heed to science. Or open their eyes to the perfect man walking around in their midst.” I shift my hips side to side, slowly, slowly. “Because this is all mine.”
“Goddamn it, yes. Yes, it is.” Eric swallows hard, before nudging the sketchbook with his left hand. “Don’t let me interrupt your work,” he says gruffly, his legs opening beneath mine, bringing my limbs with him.
Opening me. Spreading me.
“R-really?” I manage, swallowing. “No one has ever watched me draw…that part.” Picking up my pencil and letting it hover over the page, I chew on my lip. “I’m not even sure I’ve been depicting…sex one hundred percent correctly. I just have a vivid imagination.”
This line of conversation is causing Eric’s erection to build, the steel trunk pressing up between my cheeks. “I’ve never fucked either, Fairy Tale,” he says, slipping his fingers down, riding them up beneath my skirt to massage my slit through thecotton of my panties. “But after this afternoon, I’m pretty sure we’re going to be naturals.”
“I think so, too,” I whisper, trembling. “Actually, I was kind of curious about my…preferences after today. I did some interesting googling when I got home.”
“What did you find out?”
I look up at Eric with a solemn expression, gesturing for him to come closer. When he has bent all the way down, I turn my face to whisper in his ear. To tell him the undeniable truth I learned through the internet. “I think I’m a come slut.”
Chapter 7
Eric
