Page 4 of Tell Me What You Want, Or Leave Me

He gives me no break as his hands grab my hips, and he slams into me once and twice...over and over. I take it all in. My legs are shaking. My body is vibrating as he takes me, and when the heat, the passion, and the delirium all hit my head at once, I hear a long, satisfied groan. Right after, I groan too, and, sweating from the effort, my man falls on top of me.

Thirty seconds later, I’m overheating because of the giant laying on my body. “Eric, I can’t breathe.”

He rolls off to my right on the bed. This time, he takes me with him so that in the end, I’m on top.

“I love you, sweetheart.” And then, like always, he adds, “Everything all right?”

Delighted and in love, I grin. “Everything’s perfect, Iceman.”

We spend the afternoon laughing and playing in our little love nest.

That night, as we’re finishing up a wonderful meal at the hotel restaurant, Eric’s cell rings. He answers, speaks only briefly, and then leaves it on the table when the call is finished.

“That was Roberto. We’re meeting at his office tomorrow at eight in the morning.”

“That means you’ll get up at first light!”

He’s about to say something, but I don’t let him.

“Oh no...I said I’m not going. I want to sunbathe.”

“Jude...”

“C’mon, don’t be jealous, silly. I just want to sleep and lie in the sun,” I say. “And then, when you return, we’ll go back to our room and back to our fun, just you and me. What do you think of that?”

Eric smiles. He knows I’m not going to change my mind.

“Fine, stubborn girl,” he says finally. “I’ll come back with a pink-labelled bottle. What do you think of that?”

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I wake up at six thirty in the morning and hear Eric in the bathroom. I want to give him a kiss before he goes, but I’m so sleepy, I decide to wait until he’s finished. When I finally awaken, it’s ten thirty.

“Fuck.”

Stretching out once more on the enormous and luxurious bed I share with my love, I pick up my cell.

Everything OK?I type.

I worry about my guy as much as he worries about me. A minute later, I get a response.

As soon as I’m with you again, everything will be all right. I love you.

I smile like a fool, roll around in bed, and enjoy his smell on the sheets. I loaf for a while and then open Facebook on my laptop and upload a photo of Eric and me at the beach. Two seconds later, my wall is chock-full of comments from my friends, the Maxwell Warriors. “Eat him up!” “If you don’t want him, I’ll take him!” “I want an Eric in my life!”

I laugh. The Warriors are girlfriends I met online, and they’re happy about my wedding and can’t stop teasing me about my honeymoon.

After a quick shower, I decide to call my father. I glance at the clock and calculate the time difference. It’s evening in Spain, but I know he’s still up. Like Eric, he doesn’t sleep much.

I sit on the bed and punch in the number. He picks up after two rings.

“Orale, Papito, hello!”

“Hi, my love. How is my sweetheart?”

“Great, Papá. Everything’s great!” I hear him laugh. “This is a dream, and I’m having an amazing time with Eric.”

“I love hearing that, sweetheart.”

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