Page 31 of Tell Me What You Want

“Look at me,” he demands. “If you like my eyes, then look at me.”

I open my eyes and target his.

His jaw is tense, but it’s his blue stare that bewitches me. The effort I see in his face and his slightly parted lips arouse me even more. Then he changes the rhythm, and I scream as my head drops back.

“Look at me. Always look at me,” he demands again.

With momentarily glassy eyes, I hold on to his shoulders and look right at him. He’s begging me to come. He wants desperately for me to show him I’m coming, and when I can’t take it anymore, I bury my nails in his shoulders and an agonized cry of hallelujah escapes from my throat.

“Yes ... like that ... come for me.”

Spasms grip my sex and take me where I want to go. We’ve arrived at some kind of nirvana. After one final, bestial plunge, he pulls his penis from inside me and lets out a long hiss. Then he bites my shoulder to mark our efforts.

12

An hour later, still in bed, we make a meal of the strawberries. To my surprise, next to the strawberries and a new bottle of champagne, there’s a bowl of warm chocolate sauce.

What a marvelous idea!

My joy delights Eric, who can’t seem to stop smiling. He’s taken on the task of cleaning up the careless drops of chocolate that remain on my lips with his own. The soft contact feels a lot like a sweet kiss.

My attention is diverted by a buzzing sound. His cell is open, and he’s just received a message.

“Do you always have your phone on?” I ask.

“Yes, always. I need to be on top of everything that’s going on with the business.”

I pop another strawberry in my mouth. They’re out of this world.

“I see you love chocolate.”

“I do. And you?”

He shrugs and doesn’t respond.

“You don’t like sweets?”

“Sweets like you, yes.”

We both laugh.

“You don’t keep sweets at home?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because they don’t really do much for me.”

“Do you live alone in Germany?”

He doesn’t respond again.

I want to get to know him, but he won’t let me in. Whenever I try, he closes down completely.

His attitude has changed now, and he’s serious again.

“Jude ... we need to talk. For me, this is about one thing and one thing only: sex. This is how I play. When we’ve gone out together, I’ve let you see what I like. In the office, when we watched your supervisor and your friend, I gave you the first clue. At Moroccio, when I took you out to dinner, I gave you the second clue. At your place, when I showed you how to use that vibrator, I gave you the third. Conventional sex bores me. Doesn’t it bore you?”

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