Page 193 of Tell Me What You Want, Or Leave Me

Eric kisses her.

“Thanks, Mamá.” He hands her a note. “We’ll be at this hotel, in case of anything. No matter what time it is, call us!”

“For God’s sake, what’s going to happen? Please leave!”

Laughing, we take off. Susto and Calamar come quickly, and we wave at them. Then we get into Eric’s car, ready for fun.

When we arrive at the hotel and close the door to our room, we look at each other. It’s our night. Tonight we’ll finally be able to make love like we want and without interruptions. I see a bucket of champagne on the table.

“Well...and a pink label,” I murmur and Eric smiles.

We look at each other...

We come close together...

I drop my bag on the floor.

Then my love grabs me by the waist and does what I like so much. He sucks my upper lip, then the lower one, and gives me a little nip.

“Do you want to have dinner?” he asks.

But I already know what I want.

“Let’s go straight to dessert.”

Eric smiles and whispers hoarsely, “Undress.”

I turn around so he can unzip me. When my dress falls to the floor, he takes me in his arms and to bed.

After he drops me on the bed, I get to see how my man gets naked. Off with his shirt. Off with his pants. Off with his boxers.

Oh yes...what a wonderful view.

He makes my mouth water!

I have before me the sexiest man in the world, with a dangerous and provocative smile. He lies on top of me and kisses me. I taste his lips; I savor his ardent kiss. It’s the first time we’re going to do it after the birth of our son, and we know we have to be careful.

He runs his fingers down my thighs, which drives me crazy.

He whispers hot words in my ear that get me all worked up.

And when he pulls my thong and rips it to pieces, I go mad, and I’m glad I brought spares. The night will be long.

“I want to be inside you,” he says.

“Do it,” I whisper, my breath hot. “But ask me another way.”

Eric smiles. He knows what I want.

“I want to fuck you.”

I’m excited but scared.

Will sex hurt after having a baby?

Eric introduces himself to me a little at a time. His eyes search for the slightest sign of pain. I arch up, close my eyes, and take him in.

“Look at me,” he demands.

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