Page 180 of Tell Me What You Want

I grin. I’m drained. Eric, on seeing how dry my lips are, gets up and fills three glasses of champagne. He gives one to Helga and offers another to me.

“Drink ... It’ll refresh you.”

Thirsty, I sit up on the bed and drink the entire glass, for which my throat is grateful. I leave the cup and go to the bathroom. I need to freshen up. Eric follows me and gets into the giant shower with me.

“Now we’re both going to fuck you,” he whispers as the water falls on us.

“Both of you?”

“Yes,” he says, looking at me intensely from above.

“Eric ...”

“Easy ... sweetness ... Your little ass is ready. Helga will use a much smaller dildo in the harness, and we’ll go into your precious behind ever so slowly. She’ll prepare the way for me. It won’t hurt, and then I’ll take her place.”

“Eric ...”

“Are you afraid?”

“Yes ...”

“Do you trust me?”

“Always, you know that,” I whisper as the water continues to fall on us.

He grins and gives me a sweet kiss on the lips.

“I like knowing that.”

A spasm runs through my body. Eric turns off the water and dries me with a towel.

“Everything will be fine. I promise that you will enjoy it.”

We go back into the bedroom. Helga is sitting on a chair with a glass of champagne in her hand. I check out her harness. This time it’s red, and the dildo is much smaller and thinner. She does not come to us. She simply watches.

As soon as we get to the bed, Eric climbs on and sits in the middle. He winks at me, which makes me smile.

“Come on, Miss Flores,” he says, signaling that I should straddle him. “Mount me.”

Turned on, I do as he says. In a matter of seconds, he turns over on the bed and is on top of me. He kisses me. He caresses me. He says marvelous and sweet words of love and makes sure to satisfy each and every one of my desires. His mouth kisses my neck, licks my breasts, sucks my navel, and kisses my mound.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispers.

His voice. His deep voice drives me crazy. I open my legs, and he knows what I want. He licks me and rubs his chin on my sex; finally, he opens my labia and hunts down my clitoris. He surrounds it with his tongue, rolls it with his lavish lips, tugs on it. I moan as I feel a thousand sensations.

“Eric ...”

His large hands cover my body, and as his mouth plays between my legs and fills me with pleasure, his fingers grab my nipples. He pinches them and pulls on them to make them surge. Losing all reason, I lift my legs to his shoulders and squeeze against him. He grabs my thighs and crushes my sex to his mouth. Eric’s possession is complete. It is magnificent.

Drenched in my juices, he returns to my mouth. His taste, which is my taste, is sweet. As he kisses me, I notice his hard erection between my legs. I want it, and before I even ask, he gives it to me. He turns and fills me with his penis. My cry of delight makes him smile.

“Look at me,” I demand.

Four times, he thrusts; thrilled, I open up for him. Eric is so big that he makes me pant and cry out. Suddenly, he grabs me by the hips, and I’m straddling him. Now I’m the one who keeps the beat. I’m the one who quivers on top of him as he looks at me with eyes of love.

I feel the bed sink behind me and realize it’s Helga. Eric takes ahold of my chin.

“Lie down on top of me, sweetness ... and relax,” he whispers, his penis still rigid inside me.

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