Page 73 of Tell Me What You Want, Or Leave Me

Excited, Björn is moving behind me. His hands part my cheeks. He squeezes them. “Tell me what you’re feeling.”

But I can’t speak. I can only pant.

“Tell us what you feel, or we’ll stop,” says Eric.

“No...Please don’t stop...Don’t stop...I like it,” I babble.

I’m so hot.

The heat rises all through my body. I feel like I’m burning up, and when the heat reaches my head, I scream and let myself fall on Eric while they continue penetrating me in search of their own pleasure. Oh my God, what a sensation. I push the button on the Jacuzzi, and the waters swirl up. I’m here, between my two titans. They touch me; they nibble at me; they make demands on me; they penetrate me.

Their hard cocks, one against the other, come in and out of me while pleasure envelops me, and I scream, squeezing them both.

We get home at around five in the morning, and I’m exhausted. It’s cool when the taxi drops us off at the front gate. It’s already chilly in September in Germany.

Eric takes my hand, and we walk quietly toward the house. Susto and Calamar come to welcome us. Eric and I kiss and cuddle them, and they run around us until they tire of it and disappear.

I like my life. I still can’t believe everything I did tonight, but what I’m sure of is that I want to do it again.

It turns out I’m quite the little sex machine. Who would’ve thunk?

“I love you, and I adore everything we do together,” I say, pulling on Eric’s arm when we get to the door.

“Now and always, my love,” he whispers with his mouth close to my mouth. We kiss.

We love each other...

We adore each other...

As our kiss comes to an end, we open the door and see there’s a light on in the kitchen. We’re surprised and head that way to find Graciela and Dexter making out.

“Ahem...Ahem.”

The two turtledoves look up.

“What are you two still doing up at this hour?” I ask.

Graciela’s sitting on Dexter’s lap.

“We were thirsty and decided to come get something to drink.”

There’s a bottle with a pink label on the table.

“Good choice!” exclaims Eric.

“Absolutely, dude. This pink Moët and Chandon is fabulous,” says Dexter.

“To die for,” I add.

We laugh and sit down to have a glass with them, and at one point while Eric and Dexter are talking, Graciela leans my way.

“I liked this guy before, but now I’m absolutely crazy about him.”

“So, everything’s good between you?”

“Better than good—colossally great!”

Sometimes, love can be great, the greatest.

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