Page 165 of Tell Me What You Want, Or Leave Me

Eric is surprised.

“Why would I leave you, sweetheart?”

“Because I’ve become so weepy, horrible, grumpy, and deformed, and you don’t like it. You aren’t looking for me anymore. You don’t want to play with me. You don’t throw me up against the wall to make love to me.”

My guy hugs me. He cradles me until the hiccups go away.

“Kiss me,” he says. “I’m asking for what I want. I want you to kiss me right now.”

Hearing that makes me cry more. Why am I being so silly?

Am I really going crazy?

I sob and scratch my neck. Eric pushes me lovingly down on the bed. He takes my hand from my neck so I won’t scratch anymore and kisses me.

“You are the most beautiful thing and what I want and desire most in the world. You’re beautiful—the most beautiful woman on the face of the earth to me. You’re so special that I’m afraid of hurting you. Don’t you understand?”

“Why would you hurt me?”

He fixes his impressive eyes on me.

“Because you and I are savages when we make love.” He’s right about that—we are tremendous!

“But the doctor said we can continue doing it as usual. We’ll be careful and...”

Eric smiles and kisses the tip of my nose.

“I know. But I don’t want to hurt you. Your body is experiencing too many changes, and I’m afraid. Put yourself in my situation for a moment, please, sweetheart.”

“I do, Eric, but my hormones are totally out of control, and I need you.”

He smiles again. He gives me a kiss, two...more hot and kinky kisses.

“Now I’m going to sit you on me, and we’ll do it again but carefully, OK?”

I nod and smile. I’m getting what I want.

Let’s do it again!

I’m so spoiled.

When I sit on him, I let his cock enter me slowly, and I close my eyes. Oh yeah! His hands encircle my round waist.

“God...how I like having you like this,” he says.

I open my eyes and look at him. His face is before me. I grab him by the neck and pull him up to suck one of my nipples. I’m ultrasensitive, but I love it.

“Oh yes...don’t stop.”

He doesn’t. I’m pleased, and I move my hips in search of my pleasure. Yes...oh yes...I don’t want him to stop.

Suddenly, I squeeze my hips against him, and I wince. Eric stops.

“It hurt, right?”

I don’t want to lie, and I nod. His face breaks a little, and I kiss him. “Let’s go.”

“Sweet...”

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