Could you write literally anything about Eric Garcia I'm so desperate to read something about him
You're perfect —Eric García.
Summary: When you act insecure thinking that Eric doesn't want you after dating for four months and yo ride him for the first time in his car.
Warning: Yes. +18. Smut, cowgirl!reader.
Words count: +1.7k
#SEXYNOTE: I saw an edit of Eric with this song and I couldn't resist (Credits to whoever made the video on tiktok)
Night falls on the city as your eyes focus on the stars and warm breeze outside. The atmosphere is somewhat tense, there is a calm and warm silence, feeling in your chest that dizzying mix of nerves, anxiety... and something else.
You barely turn your head and see your boyfriend, sitting in the pilot's seat, concentrating on the road as he plays with his fingers on the steering wheel, following the background music melody. You bite your lip as you see him so in focus, his profile so precious that a sigh escapes your lips and he barely turns with a smile.
"What?" he asks somewhat shyly at your gaze. And you deny with a smile.
You smile hiding your anxiety but it's kind of obvious so far. Your hands rest in your lap, fidgeting, trembling a little every time Eric smiles sideways or runs his hand through his hair absentmindedly as he drives. The glasses in his eyes make you swallow saliva as your thoughts wash over you.
It's barely your fourth month dating and even though you want to take everything in stride, today you can't help but feel a little lustful for him.
It's suddenly hot, but it's not the weather: it's the way his closeness ignites your skin. It was probably the few glasses of red wine you had at dinner or the way Eric hugged you in front of his buddies when they were trying to flirt with you. Or how sexy he look today, with his white t-shirt, perfectly straightened khaki pants and black glasses adorning his angelic face.
You bite your lip, playful, daring and slide your hand slowly over his thigh. At first it's a casual brush, like someone who doesn't want anything but you see him barely tense up, gripping the steering wheel tighter. That encourages you. You draw slow circles with your fingertips, feeling the warmth that penetrates the fabric of his pants.
He says nothing but the silence grows thick between the two of you, almost tangible. He swallows saliva and out of the corner of his eye watches you, still concentrating on his throat. Your other hand caresses the nape of his neck, at his hairline, tangling your fingers in his brown fibers.
His gaze is fully directed at you as he slows down, taking caution. A seductive smile appears on your lips as his eyes shine like the stars outside and you get close enough to whisper in her ear.
"Can you pull over for a moment?" You ask in a whisper in his ear.
Then, without a word, Eric pulls off the road, stopping in a clearing where there are only trees and sky, no other car in sight. He turns off the engine, letting the sound of the wind fill the emptiness.
You turn to him but before you can joke or provoke him further, insecurity hits you unexpectedly. Eric looks at you confused and you just bite your lip nervously. You move closer to him again and shyly Eric leans in as well, melting into a sizzling kiss.
Your legs tremble as his tongue caresses yours and his hands grab you around the waist, pulling you closer and closer. Nerves build in your belly and you feel your body heat up, longing for this to turn into something more. Because you've kissed, yes, but he's never tried to go further. He's never pushed you, never let things get out of hand, never gone overboard or tried anything with you. And into that patience of yours sometimes creeps fear.
"Do you want me, Eric?" you ask, interrupting the kiss. It's a somewhat shy and low question but he hears you.
He looks at you confused, narrowing his eyes.
"Of course I do, Y/n" he states and you bite your lips as your eyes water.
"Really?" You say with some doubt. His brow furrowed.
"Why would you say that?" he quickly questions.
You shake your head, lifting your shoulders.
"Maybe I'm not the most attractive and I don't have a nice body but..." you try to say without stuttering.
"Don't say that, honey, never" he says, denying. A tear escapes your eyes and he catches it quickly, wiping it away. You lower your head in shame.
His eyes widen, hurt. He immediately takes your face in his hands, with that softness that almost breaks your heart, and says, his voice trembling but firm.
"I love you. I am in love with you. I didn't want to rush anything... I didn't want to make you feel that I only love you for your body. You are so much more to me. You are everything"
You don't let him finish. You can't. Your heart beats too fast, your body burns. You throw yourself towards him, shortening the centimeters that separate you, kissing him hungrily, with the need to show him that you understand, that you feel it too.
Your lips melt, urgent, deep. He responds to you as if he has been waiting all this time too. In between caresses and half-hearted kisses, almost without realizing it, you both end up in the backseat. Your lips keep seeking his with an urgency you can't control. He moans against your mouth, a low, rough sound that gets right under your skin. Your hands move down, roaming his chest under his shirt, feeling the frantic beating of his heart, just like yours.
He moves with you, helping you settle in, removing your jacket with hands that tremble a little, then he removes your black blouse and looks down at your body still adorned with your bra of the same color. There is infinite adoration in his eyes, as if he can't believe you are real.
Without thinking, you settle on his legs, feeling his erection press against you through your clothes, hot, demanding. Your hips move on instinct, brushing against him, and he throws his head back, letting out a broken sigh that makes you shudder.
His hands run over your skin with a reverence that takes your breath away. There is no rush, no awkwardness, just warmth, tenderness, and a restrained desire that slowly bursts forth. Each caress of his is a silent confession, a poem written on your body.
He caresses you as if you were sacred, discovering every corner of you with his lips, his hands, the trembling caresses of someone who feels too much. You help him take off his white T-shirt and caress every corner of his hard toasted skin.
You are both anxious but you take the time to caress each other, to know each other, to feel each other. You pull away a little to fetch a condom from your purse and Eric peels off his pants and barely pulls them down, settling in to help you get on top of him. You grab him by the shoulders and swallow saliva as your legs are on either side of his, Eric takes your waist and guides you onto his cock, brushing it against your wet center and ready for him.
"Please, baby..." he whispers, almost as a plea.
You pull down your underwear slowly and watch his eyes darken, his chest rising and falling violently. You are so wet that you barely chafe and gasp. You see him look at you with parted lips, as if you are the most beautiful thing he has ever seen in his life.
You settle on top of him, taking him with one hand to guide him to you. He trembles, closes his eyes, biting his lip as you lower your hips slowly, feeling him fill you completely, stretching you, making you let out a choked moan against his neck.
You ride him slowly at first, moving over him with a smooth, sensual sway, while his hands fly to your hips, clutching desperately. Every movement of yours draws a sigh from him, a restrained moan, a whisper of your name as if he aches with pleasure.
Your body against his is firm but trembling with excitement and you abandon yourself to him, sure, wanting him with the same urgent need. You both gasp and face each other as you sink slowly down his length again. Your walls open welcoming him as his eyes melt into a deep stare.
When you finally begin to move on top of him, it is with a gentleness that makes you cry silently, of relief, of love, of something greater than either of you had imagined. Eric whispers your name against your neck, caressing your waist as he helps you with his hands to mount him, kissing your chest as if trying to memorize you forever.
You move with him, slow, leisurely, attentive to every moan, every sigh that escapes his lips and yours, as if each sound were a gift he would never dare to rush. You embrace him, clinging to his shoulders, feeling the weight of his love in every heartbeat, every sigh.
When you both moan together on the verge of orgasm, Eric doesn't pull away from you. He wraps his arms around you, resting his forehead against yours, looking at you as if you were the answer to all his questions.
And in his gaze you discover the sweetest truth: you weren't just wanted. You were adored.
You break away just to look into his eyes, and you see something change in him: pure desire, raw need. It is no longer just tenderness: it is hunger. It is love and desire fused into one.
"You're perfect..." he babbles against your skin, kissing your shoulder, your collarbone, wherever he can reach. "I love you, I love you..."
His voice breaks you, and that makes you ride him harder, more devoted, seeking more of his moans, more of his love. The car creaks slightly with the movement of your bodies, the night outside seems to stop, as if the world is reduced to that small space where the two of you belong together.
"I love you too, Eric" your hands caress the hair on the back of his neck while your noses play.
Your bodies meet again and again, sweaty, trembling, between gasps and broken sighs. He caresses your back, licks your neck, presses you against him as if he fears losing you at any moment.
Innocence is lost amidst the onslaught, the hungry kisses, the desperate caresses.
He looks at you as if he will never let you go again.
And when you climax, trembling in his embrace, feeling him follow you a few seconds later, you both cling to each other, exhausted, overwhelmed, loving each other as if it were the first and last time.
You end up collapsing against his chest, feeling his heart galloping wildly beneath your ear.
He wraps his arms around your shoulders, stroking your hair as he kisses your forehead with infinite tenderness.
"There is nothing in this world I want more than you" he murmurs, as you, still riding him, let yourself fall into his embrace, feeling that, now you have given him absolutely everything.
And in the warm silence of the early morning, you know there is no turning back. You are his. Completely.
