Page 136 of Tell Me What You Want

“Uh-huh.”

“Good.”

I laugh as he takes off my pajama pants. Then he stands me up in front of him, brings his mouth to my mons, and bites me through my thong. I take off my pajama top as Eric watches. His fingers go under the thong strap, and he pulls until it snaps free.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispers.

He touches me gently and carefully, and brings one of my breasts to his mouth, sucking on the areola. He does the same to the other one. He sucks and licks and suckles until I whimper from pleasure.

“Sweetness ... I’ve missed you so much ...”

He kisses me again, and then his tongue starts down my body. Over my neck, then my breasts again, he continues his travels down to my navel, and when he gets to my vulva, this time he’s the one who gasps.

Determined to enjoy this, I open my legs for him before he even asks, and his tongue goes straight to my sex. His fingers separate my labia, and his wet tongue hits my clit. I jerk from the electricity.

“Oh, Eric ... yes ... like that ...”

He gets onto the bed to be more comfortable and places my legs on his shoulders. What he’s doing to my clit gets more and more intense, and my moans accelerate until an orgasm takes over my body. I grab his head and crush him to me.

“I’m going to fuck you, love.”

Yes!

He takes off his pants, then his briefs, and gives me a wolfish look that makes me groan. His face dark with desire, he gets on top of me and makes sure I’m comfortable. He puts the tip of his penis at my entrance and begins to gently slide it in, little by little. But I want more, and I give him a slap on the rear.

“What’s that for, sweetness?”

“I need you inside me now ... You’re so big ... It’s so good ... C’mon ...”

Eric grins and opens me up with a single lunge. I scream and groan while he thrusts over and over again, and I feel full and crazed. My breathing is out of control, and I’m insane with joy. And then, suddenly, he slows down.

“Has anyone touched you these last few days?”

His question takes me aback, and all I can do is blink. I don’t know what to say. Then he jabs me and makes me scream again.

“Tell me the truth. Who fucked you these last few days?”

His face tightens, and he jabs me again. Then he slaps me on the butt, hard enough that it stings.

“Who was it?”

I refuse to answer without knowing his answer too.

“And you?” I ask.

He looks at me, but I’m insistent.

“Have you played around these past few days?”

“Yes.”

“With Amanda?”

“Yes. And you?”

“With Fernando.”

For a few seconds, we just stare at each other. Jealousy swirls around us. Then he thrusts forcefully. We both cry out. He pushes me down by the shoulders and penetrates me again. I can see the darkness in his eyes and the rage caused by what I said, and which he didn’t want to hear.

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