Page 12 of Tell Me What You Want, Or Leave Me

I drive him crazy too.

Yes...

He brings his mouth close to mine.

“Don’t move, or everyone will know what’s going on,” he whispers, voice thick with arousal.

God...God...oh God, how very naughty.

How can I possibly stop moving?

The way he touches me makes me want more, and my face gives away what I’m thinking so Eric pulls his wet fingers from under my skirt, stands up, and takes me by the hand.

“Let’s go,” he says.

Excited, nervous, and full of desire, I follow. I would follow him to the ends of the earth!

I’m surprised when I see we’re not headed for our room. He’s headed to the beach instead. Once we are beyond the lights of the bar and wrapped in the breeze and the darkness of the evening, my love kisses me desperately.

I’m dying to touch him and unbutton his shirt. I’m overcome by my husband’s body. It’s smooth, sinewy, and hot.

I touch him; he touches me.

The heat between us grows with each second.

Between the kisses and the groping, we bump up against the bar on the beach, that little place where they make those stupendous margaritas during the day. It’s closed now, and Eric wants to play. He unknots the bow at my waist to open my blouse.

“This is what I want,” he murmurs once my breasts are exposed to the night air.

Hungrily, he kneels before me and kisses my nipples. First one, and then the other. My blouse falls to the floor, and I’m left wearing only my long skirt. Aroused, I look over to the bar, where everyone is having fun. They’re just a few yards from us, but I don’t care if they can see us; I grab him by the hair and bring my right breast to his mouth.

“Taste me,” I whisper.

He’s thrilled and focuses his attention on my breasts as his hands run up and down my legs and slowly, very slowly, lift my skirt. When my nipple stiffens, I don’t need to ask. Eric turns his attention to my other breast.

“Yes...Like that...That’s how I like it,” I say between breaths.

I’m all stirred up, and as his hands squeeze my ass, I feel my thong ripping.

“You don’t need that,” he says, teasingly.

I laugh aloud, but, once he tears my skirt off, it turns into a nervous giggle.

I’m just a few yards from the tourists at the hotel, naked and with a ripped thong but ready to go. And then, in that instant, we hear a woman’s laughter—but not mine—close to us. Eric and I glance at each other when we realize a man and a woman are in our exact same situation on the other side of the bar.

We don’t say a word. We don’t need to. Without acknowledging each other, each couple continues their own kinky dance.

We’re turned on by each other’s presence.

Eric kisses me. He longs for my mouth in the same way I need his. His hands take hold of my wrists, and he lifts them above my head. His body is pressing mine against the bar’s wooden boards, and I can feel his erection on my belly. That incites me even more.

He’s throbbing violently. I want him inside me.

“You drive me crazy,” he says.

I grin. I close my eyes. I’m so happy.

Suddenly, the woman’s moans make us turn our heads. She’s on the floor on all fours, and her companion is fucking her over and over from behind.

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