Page 194 of Tell Me What You Want, Or Leave Me

I do. I look at him, and I get warmer, hotter.

Our breaths accelerate, and with all the care and caution in the world, my love, my Eric, my husband, touches my sex with his cock.

“Does it hurt?”

Oh no...it doesn’t hurt. I like the feeling and bite my lower lip.

“No, sweetie...go on...go on.”

“Yes, yes...yes.”

Carefully, Eric moves the tip of his penis into my wet vagina. Mother of God...what a sensation.

He tempts me...

He drives me crazy...

“If I hurt you, tell me to stop, OK?”

I’m excited but scared.

“No, sweetie...go on...go on.”

A little more...

A little more...

I feel my vagina opening completely, moistening, trembling.

I’m so horny, nothing at all hurts. I just feel pleasure. An intense pleasure, and, when I can’t take it anymore, and my desire overflows, I grab his ass cheeks and squeeze him hard. We’re both panting.

“I’m not pregnant anymore, so it doesn’t hurt,” I tell him. “Give me what I need, Zimmerman.”

Eric’s eyes shine. He grins. He gets goose bumps.

This is passion in its purest state.

Madness surrounds us, and we forget the world’s existence—we only feel the touch of our own bodies while we kiss and make love our own way.

Five minutes later, we’re both breathless on the bed.

“Wow!”

“Yes!”

“Amazing!”

Eric’s breathing hard and lays a hand on my now almost-flat belly.

“As you would say, sweetheart, freaking amazing!”

We laugh and hug each other, and then we go right back to kisses.

“Shall we do it again?” I ask when I think we’re both ready.

He’s more than up for it. He gets out of bed and carries me with him.

“I’m not going to stop all night, sweetheart. Are you ready?” he asks.

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