<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 5:30 AM</strong></span><br/><em>Eric's Bedroom/Office</em></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/90/a4/38/90a438ed5013946c9ecb18d0c4f3da80.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>WHO:</strong> Marley Ann (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15283294#msg15283294)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Nothing<br/><strong>DOING:</strong> Another orgasm!<br/><strong>NOTE:</strong> --<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Eric | CLOSED</span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><em>He was acting like she cheated on him with Kaine.</em><br/><br/>His mouth, his tongue, his cold hand on her throat, his icy fingers her sweaty hair. She couldn’t do <em>anything</em>. She couldn’t change how she felt about Kaine, even if she had wanted to. Yes, she had kept her intimacy with Kaine from Eric, but before he had found out – before <em>tonight</em> – Eric was happy. Or at least, he wasn’t consumed anger or possessive over her like he was now. He was <em>better</em> before he knew, just as she had suspected. And Marley had <em>not</em> cheated on Eric. <em>They were in an open relationship.</em> The parameters of that were clear, even if Eric didn’t <em>like</em> them. She was free to be intimate with anyone else, and so was he. <em>Was it her fault if Eric never wanted anyone but her?</em> Was it her fault that she couldn’t give him what he wanted?<br/><br/>Marley didn’t know, but tonight she wanted to give him something. She wanted to give him her <em>obedience</em>, to show him that she was still his, that her feelings for Kaine had never diminished her feelings for <em>him</em>, even if it meant the sex wasn’t what she wanted. Even if it meant the sex hurt her. <em>Because maybe then it would hurt less for Eric.</em><br/><br/>Marley stayed on her hands and knees, clutching his bed sheets and gasping for cool air after such a hard orgasm. Before she knew what was happening, Eric wrapped his big, cold arms around her aching breasts and her smooth belly and lifted her up, over and into his lap. “Nnnuuhhh! Oh my god!” He didn’t bother removing his slick cock from her expended pussy and she cried out in surprise, her blue eyes wide, before he started moving her up and down on his stiff, thick shaft. This still wasn’t the position she wanted.<br/><br/>“Uh, uh, uh, uh, UH!” Marley gasped with each hard bounce, the welts on her ass cheeks healing as they smacked down on his hips again, and again. <em>Slap, slap, slap.</em> The sounds of their sex were unmistakable. He twisted her mouth and kissed her. Her face was still red, sweat dripped from her wavy hair down her forehead. She breathed rapidly through her nose, keeping her blue eyes open as he held her just where he liked. “I want…” Marley wanted him to be less angry, and more understanding of her sexuality, of how she <em>felt</em>. But she didn’t say that. “I want you to cum,” it was true, too. She <em>wanted</em> Eric to feel pleasure rather than aggression. She continued to bounce, up and down, on his throbbing cock, feeling him slide in and out of her wet, <em>warm</em>, tight walls. “Are you close?” She whispered. He had pulled her into his lap so soon after her first orgasm that <em>she</em> was going to cum again, very quickly. She could already feel her legs clenching around him, and her toes flexing on the bed. <br/><br/>“I think we can cum…” <em>slap, slap, slap</em>, “at the same time…” if his cock kept hitting her just like <em>this</em>, wrapped in his powerful embrace, <em>OH GOD</em>. “You’re so big and… I’m very wet, Eric.” She inhaled a shaky breath as she felt herself start to orgasm a second time for him.<br/></span>