Free Obsession: An Erotic Heaven and Hell Chronicle by Erica Ashley

Call me Eric.
    I am a man who once loved a woman and lost her.
    But I’ll never forget the first time I made love to her, which was the first night I met her.
    It was 2008, New Year’s Eve, in Miami. And I had no idea how much my life was going to change.
    The dance floor on the rooftop of the hotel. It may have been December, but it was hot. Sweaty. The bodies danced together. The bodies ready for lust. Men and women, everyone looking for the same thing.
    A night of passion. No tomorrow. There would never be a tomorrow, as far as they were concerned.
    But that night, there would only be one woman for me.
    Her dress stuck hard to her sweaty skin. Her hips gyrated. Her eyes were closed. Her hair matted, so matted wet, soaked with sweat. Her hands behind her head, feeling the music. Her hips, back, forth, back, forth. One hand riding up her thigh. The other hand touching her face. She wasn’t the only girl dancing, but as far as I was concerned, she was the only one.
    And then she saw me.
    Her skirt fluttered in the light breeze.
    It began to rain.
    The crowd went wild and screamed. It was only an hour until the New Year. But my life had just begun.
    Before I knew it, before I could ever see it coming, her body was on mine. And the New Year came as my lips met hers. I knew I would be fucking her tonight.
    Little did I know how much she would fuck me.
    “What is your name?” I asked.
    “Nicole. What’s yours?”
    “Eric.”
    Our lips met and our souls became one. My hard cock was up against her pussy, she could feel how hard I was for her and I could feel how wet she was for me. I knew it. We moved together as one. We could barely hear the music. We noticed no one around us. All we could feel was each other. All I could see was her soul in her blue, ocean blue eyes. I grabbed the back of her head and kissed her even harder.
    She tasted like the sweetest nectar God could ever give me.
    What was so intoxicating about her? What was it about her, the way she danced, the way she moved, it was hypnotic! It was…ritualistic almost. Every guy was looking at her. But they could not have her. Only I could have her. It was like she planned this. She knew she would find me.
    It was destiny.
    The music pumped and thumped. Everyone was drunk. Everyone would be having sex that night, but only one couple would be fucking like there was no tomorrow. Nothing like us. As we danced, she turned around and put her ass against my cock. I had nothing to hide. She tilted her head back and I bit her neck; she moaned. Loved it. Passion. Sex. Fucking. We didn’t care. Animals would be envious.
    I moved my hand down and grabbed her crotch, pulling her even closer to me. She whispered into my ear, “Take me out of here and fuck me. Now.”
    I did as I was told.
     
    We ran into the elevator. I pulled up her skirt and shoved myself inside of her. Hotel security cameras be damned.
    We almost knocked down the door to my hotel room. I threw her on the bed and ripped her dress off and fucked her.
    Where was I?
    She wanted more.
    I had to give it.
    I could feel her clit expand and throb as I pounded away at her. Thrusting deep, we were still wet from the rain. I came inside of her so hard I thought my cock was going to explode. She came so hard, my dick almost got crushed to death. It was, it was…violent. It was a volcano. It was a hurricane. It was the Apocalypse.
    I could not stop fucking her. I could not stop. I could not. Just when I thought I had no juices left, she reminded me that oh yes, I did. Plenty. Just when I thought I’d pass out from all the booze and all the sex, nope, I was wide awake.
    We were in the shower. The warm rain soaking us down as she sucked me off. Hard. She did not give me any choice, slamming me against the wall and taking my manhood while holding my chest with her loving hands.
    Where the hell did all of this come from?
    Where the hell did she come from?
    Who the fuck was she?
    Who are you?
    “Who are you?” I asked