Page 164 of Tell Me What You Want, Or Leave Me

“This is what I need,” I tell him. “Give it to me.”

Eric resists, and I repeat the same operation. I force myself on him. This time we both gasp.

That depth is what I need, what I crave. Eric’s breathing accelerates. He tries to fight against his animal instincts. I provoke him by rubbing against him, and in the end, I win.

Eric is so hot, so excited, that he puts my hands flat on the bed, and, without thinking, starts pumping inside me with passion and delight. I don’t stop him. His thrusts make me feel alive. I need this. Oh yeah.

I rotate my hips to give him even more depth, and I scream. I bite him on the shoulder, and Eric grinds his teeth as he sinks into me again and again, and I go crazy.

Our animal instincts emerge, and we savor our hot encounter.

When we finish, we’re both panting. We haven’t done anything like that in a long time.

“I want to do it again,” I say.

Eric leaps out of bed.

“No, sweetheart. We can’t do it like that again.”

I protest but he’s adamant.

“Think about what happened last time.”

“But, Eric...”

“I said no.”

“But I need it. My hormones are out of control and—”

“No, sweetheart. That’s enough for today.”

I feel a heat rising.

My eyes fill, and I sit and sob on the bed. I’ve become such a crybaby. I cover my face with my hands.

“Sweetheart, sweetheart, don’t cry. Get mad at me, yell at me, but don’t cry.”

He pulls my hands from my face, and, despite how horrible I am when I cry, I look at him and whimper.

“You don’t like me anymore.”

“Don’t say that, my treasure.”

“I don’t turn you on at all anymore. I have big, dark nipples and...and...I’m fat...and ugly, and that’s why you don’t want to make love with me.”

A patient Eric wipes away my tears.

“No, sweetheart. None of that is true.”

“Yes, it is,” I insist. “You’re a sexually active man and...and...I’m just a cow!”

He smiles, sits next to me on the bed, and puts his arms around me.

“Listen, beautiful...”

But I don’t listen and, between hiccups and the most ridiculous crying, I go on.

“I’m afraid you’re not asking for what you want, and in the end, you’ll get bored and leave me!”

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