He kissed his way down her body, paying attention to her breasts again because her reactions suggested they were particularly sensitive. His hands hooked into her panties, sliding them down her legs, revealing her completely.
Bianca was already wet, arousal evident. Eric smiled, trailing kisses along her inner thighs, building anticipation.
When his mouth found her pussy, Bianca's back arched off the bed with a cry. "Oh fuck!"
Eric worked her with tongue and lips, finding the rhythm that made her writhe. His hands gripped her thick thighs, holding her in place as she tried to squirm away from the intensity.
"Eric, please, I can't—oh God—"
Her first orgasm hit fast and hard, her body tensing, thighs clamping around Eric's head as she cried out. He worked her through it, drawing out every wave, until she collapsed back against the pillows gasping.
"Holy shit," Bianca panted. "David never... he doesn't..."
"His loss," Eric said simply, crawling up her body. "Ready for more?"
Bianca's eyes were glazed with pleasure and disbelief. "There's more?"
"We're just getting started."
Eric positioned himself between her thighs, his substantial length pressing against her entrance. Bianca tensed slightly, looking down at him with renewed nervousness.
"That's going to fit?" she asked uncertainly.
"Trust me," Eric said, and pushed forward slowly.
Bianca's eyes went wide, her mouth falling open in a silent gasp as Eric entered her. He moved slowly, giving her time to adjust to his size, watching her face for any signs of discomfort.
"Oh my God," Bianca breathed, her hands gripping his shoulders. "You're so... you're so big, I can feel everything, oh God—"
Eric bottomed out, fully seated, and paused. "How are you doing?"
"Full," Bianca gasped. "So full. I've never felt this full. Move, please move, I need—"
Eric obliged, starting a slow rhythm. Bianca moaned with every thrust, her generous breasts bouncing with the movement. Eric watched them, mesmerized, before leaning down to capture a nipple in his mouth again.
"Yes!" Bianca cried out. "Yes, just like that, don't stop!"
Eric increased his pace gradually, reading her body, finding the angle that made her scream. His enhanced stamina meant he could maintain this for as long as necessary, adjusting speed and depth based on her reactions.
Bianca's second orgasm built quickly, her walls clenching around him. "I'm going to come again," she gasped. "Oh fuck, Eric, I'm going to—"
She shattered with a scream that probably echoed through the apartment. Eric kept moving, prolonging it, making it last until Bianca was sobbing with pleasure.
"How are you still going?" she gasped when she could speak again. "David can barely last five minutes."
"Professional training," Eric said with a grin, not slowing his rhythm. "And you deserve better than five minutes."
He pulled out, flipping her over onto her hands and knees. Bianca's ass was impressive from this angle, full and round, perfect for gripping. Eric ran his hands over the curves appreciatively before positioning himself again.
"Oh God," Bianca moaned as he entered her from behind, the new angle hitting different spots. "That's so deep, you're so deep, I can't—"
Eric gripped her hips, his enhanced strength allowing him to pull her back onto him with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, mixing with Bianca's increasingly desperate moans.
"Harder," she begged, her shy demeanor completely gone now, replaced by raw need. "Please, Eric, harder!"
Eric obliged, increasing force and pace. Bianca's moans became screams, her hands fisting in the expensive sheets as her third orgasm approached.
"I'm going to come again," she sobbed. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, Eric!"
She came with a wail, her whole body shuddering, nearly collapsing onto the bed. Eric held her up, still moving, drawing out her pleasure until she was a trembling mess.
They changed positions again and again over the next hours. Against the headboard with Bianca riding him, her impressive breasts bouncing in his face. On her back with her legs over his shoulders, letting him go impossibly deep. Standing by the bed with her bent over, gripping the mattress for support.
Eric lost count of how many times Bianca came. Five? Six? She screamed herself hoarse, tears of overwhelmed pleasure streaming down her face, begging him not to stop even as her body shook with exhaustion.
"Come inside me," Bianca finally gasped, her voice wrecked. "Please, Eric, I need to feel it, I need you to come inside me."
Eric had been holding back through pure discipline and enhanced stamina, but her words broke his control. He positioned her on her back, her legs wrapped around his waist, and let himself go.
His orgasm hit like a freight train, intense and prolonged, as he pulsed inside her. Bianca moaned at the sensation, her amber eyes rolling back, her hands gripping his shoulders hard enough to leave marks.
"Yes," she breathed. "Yes, yes, yes."
Eric collapsed beside her when it was over, both of them gasping for air. Sweat covered their bodies. The room smelled of sex and exertion. The sheets were destroyed, pulled loose and tangled around them.
Bianca turned her head to look at him, her expression dazed and satisfied. "That was..."
"Intense?" Eric supplied.
"Incredible." Bianca laughed breathlessly. "I didn't know sex could be like that. I thought David was normal, that what we had was just... what sex was. But this..."
"This is what it should be," Eric said gently. "When both people care about making it good."
Bianca's eyes filled with tears again, but happy ones this time. "Thank you. Really. Thank you."
They lay there for a while, recovery becoming rest, rest becoming drowsiness. Eric's enhanced stamina was finally depleted after five hours of continuous activity. His body demanded sleep, and for once he didn't fight it.
'I'll leave in a bit,' Eric told himself. 'Just a few minutes of rest.'
But Bianca's breathing had already evened out, her body pressed against his, one arm draped across his chest. Exhausted and satisfied, she'd fallen asleep.
And Eric, despite his usual rules about not sleeping with clients, found himself following her into unconsciousness.
His last thought before sleep took him was that he had dinner with Sarah tonight, and he was absolutely going to be late.