Page 171 of Tell Me What You Want, Or Leave Me

“For the other day, in the car.”

The darkness doesn’t let me see his eyes, but after kissing me on the lips, he hugs me tight.

“Don’t worry about it. It was nothing; just don’t do it again.”

“I promise I won’t.”

I notice how his body moves when he smiles, and I look for his mouth and kiss him. I do what he does to me that I like so much. I suck his upper lip, then the lower one, and after giving him a little nibble, I kiss him passionately.

Eric accepts my kiss willingly. He devours it, and, moments later, he leaves me breathless, but it doesn’t matter. I need that passion. I crave that. Kiss after kiss, our bodies are warm, and, when I feel his cock erect and playful again, I take it in my hands.

“Shall we do it again?”

Eric kisses me.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“It’s late, and I think we’ve had enough.”

That’s a blow to me. It’s not enough, and I insist.

“Eric...”

He moves away from me, gets up, and turns on the light in the room. We look each other in the eye.

“Jude, please don’t start.”

He disappears into the bathroom and closes the door. I get up and head to the bathroom, but when I put my hand on the knob, I stop and go back to bed.

I’m angry and excited. How can he leave me like this?

I need sex. I open the drawer. I do like my sister in her time of drought and snag my own Superman. The lipstick Eric gave me months ago. I immediately bring it to my swollen, wet clit and masturbate.

Oh yeah!

This is what I need.

This gives me what I’m looking for. Love my toy!

I close my eyes and press it to me. I find my pleasure and let myself go while I gasp and vibrate in bed.

When I open my eyes, Eric’s beside me, and he doesn’t look happy. He’s caught me!

We face each other like rivals. I gaze down his body and see his steely and erect cock. He knows my game and is even more excited. His look is wild and drives me crazy. I know what he wants to do with me this instant, and I want it too. I want it with all my soul.

My breathing is still ragged from my climax, but I open my legs for him. I show myself; I extend an invitation to keep playing. I tempt him to take me however he wants. But he isn’t into it and turns around and goes back to the bathroom again, slamming the door.

I’m pissed now and curse. I squirm in bed, feeling rejected. I’m getting angrier and angrier by the moment. When he comes out of the bathroom ten minutes later, he’s drenched. He took a shower. He’s wearing boxers, and I notice his erection’s gone. I imagine what happened in the bathroom, and, without speaking, I take my turn, lipstick vibrator in hand.

I slam the door, of course. How could it be otherwise?

I look in the mirror and see my crazy hair.

“Fuck you, Eric Zimmerman.”

I wash. I wash the lipstick. I get back in bed, and under his watchful eye, I put on a pair of panties. I put the toy away in the drawer. I don’t kiss him.

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