Page 17 of Tell Me What You Want

Slowly, he bends over and kisses me. He gives me his most serious look.

I like that so much!

He sucks my lips with delight, and I respond by stretching up on my tiptoes. Once more, he pulls away and sits on the bed. We don’t speak. I take off my sneakers; then, without missing a beat, I pull off my shorts and my T-shirt. I’m standing there in just my bra and panties. Seeing him breathe so hard, I feel powerful. I like that. I’ve never done anything like this with a stranger, but I’m really enjoying it.

Instinctively, I come close to him to offer temptation. He closes his eyes and brings his nose near my panties. I step back and flash him a naughty smile. With a sensuousness I didn’t realize I could pull off, I slip one of my bra straps down, then the other, and go back to him. This time, he grabs me forcefully by the ass and brings his face to my panties again. I shudder when I feel his breath and a sweet nibble on my hairless mound.

Without a word, he lifts his head and peels the bra off my right breast. He pulls me to him and swallows my nipple with a possessive fervor. I’m going to scream. He plays with my nipple while I grab his hair and squeeze him against me. I feel powerful again. Sexy. I see myself in the mirror above my dresser, and the image is intriguing. A little kinky. Just when I think I’m going to explode, he pushes me away, and I know what he wants. I take off my bra and panties and stand completely nude before him. For just a few seconds, he runs his gaze all over me.

“You’re beautiful,” he says.

Hearing his hoarse voice charged with such yearning makes me smile, and when he offers me his hand, I accept. He stands up and kisses me, and I feel his powerful hands all over my body. He pushes me down on the bed, and I feel small. Eric Zimmerman looks at me with so much pride, a whimper escapes me when he takes my legs and separates them.

He takes off his shirt, and I moan again. This man’s torso is impressive. With his pants still on, he gets on all fours and covers me. Then he grabs one of the gadgets he gifted me.

“When a man gives a woman one of these,” he murmurs as he shows it to me, “it’s because he wants to play with her, because he wants to make her throb. He wants her to melt in his hands, to fully enjoy her orgasms. Never forget that.”

I nod like a fool, and he continues. “Now close your eyes and open your legs for me,” he whispers. “I promise this is going to be wonderful.”

I’ve never used a vibrator on my clit, and hearing him like this embarrasses me, but it also really turns me on. Eric takes note of my indecision and delicately places his hand on my chin and kisses me.

“Jude, do you trust me?” he asks when he pulls away.

I’m afraid of the unknown, but I’m so aroused that, finally, I nod again. He kisses me, and an instant later, he vanishes from sight. I feel him getting comfortable between my legs as I stare at the ceiling and bite my lips. I’ve never been laid bare like this for a man. Up to now, my experiences have been of the conventional sort; suddenly, I find myself tossed on the bed, legs spread before a stranger who—to top it off—is actually my boss!

“I love that you’re completely bare,” he breathes.

He kisses my inner thighs while gently caressing me. I tremble. He bends my legs, and I close my eyes to avoid looking at the outlandish view I must be offering him. Then I feel his fingers on my vagina. This causes me to tremble again, and when I sense his warm mouth on me, I jump. Eric begins to move his tongue like he does when it’s in my mouth. First, a lash, then again, and my legs open more and more of their own free will. His tongue moves on my clit. Surrounds it. The moment it swells to meet him, he pinches it with his lips and tugs. I’m breathless.

I hear a purr. The vibrator. Eric runs it over my inner thighs, and I shiver with anticipation. When he rubs it on my vaginal lips, an electrifying groan makes my eyes pop open.

“Sweetness, you’re going to love it,” I hear him say.

And he’s right.

The vibration, coupled with the anticipation of the moment, is driving me mad. With care, Eric parts the folds of my sex and places the gadget on my clit. It’s like a spark. Seconds later, he removes it, and I feel him eagerly licking me. Then he pulls back, and I feel the vibrator again. Not on my clit this time but next to it. Suddenly, an incredible heat rises from my belly. I think I’m going to burst from sheer bliss when the vibration becomes more intense. Now it’s more forceful, more devastating. More extreme. The heat concentrates on my face and temples. I’m burning up. I’ve never felt like this, ever.

I’m going to go up in flames!

When he comes back over me and kisses my mouth, I ravage his lips, yearning for more.

“Tell me what you want,” he says as he kisses me over and over.

The tone of his voice when he says that unnerving phrase thrills me even more. I take him at his word and tug on his belt.

“I need you in me now!”

He responds with urgency to my plea.

“Do you use any kind of birth control?” he asks.

“Yes, the pill.”

“Even so,” he murmurs, “I’ll use a condom.”

He quickly takes off his pants and briefs. He’s completely naked in front of me, and I tremble at the sight of him. Eric is gorgeous. Strong and masculine. His penis, scandalously erect, is ready for me. I stretch my hand and touch it. Smooth. He closes his eyes.

“Stop or I won’t be able to give you what you want.”

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