Page 162 of Tell Me What You Want

Eric looks at me.

“That’s fine, Jude. Go and get dressed. Tomás will bring your car,” he finally says very calmly.

That upsets me. I don’t want to go. As I turn to leave, I close my eyes.

“Eric ...”

“Yes, Jude?”

“If I stay, my kisses will be only yours and yours only mine.”

Eric, inscrutable, nods in agreement.

“Always, love ... always.”

Anxiously, I kiss him, and he accepts. When I pull away from him, I look over at Marisa.

“Very well.”

Eric sits next to Mario.

The woman and I stand before our respective men, dressed in our short nightgowns while the music plays around us. I start getting excited when she comes behind me and puts her hands on my waist.

Eric serves himself a cup of champagne. When he’s done pouring, he leaves the bottle on the table and looks at us as he sprawls out on the couch.

“Marisa, my girlfriend is finally yours. How would you like to start?”

His words turn me on.

“For the moment, I’d just like to touch her,” Marisa says before I have a chance to protest again.

Right away, she buries her nose in my neck as her hands travel all over my body and the men watch. She touches my hips, my breasts, my mons; she touches everything through the suggestive black silk. I listen to her irregular breathing in my ear but remain quiet as she investigates my body.

“Eric, give me five minutes alone with her.”

I’m about to protest. I’m going to refuse, when she presses her body to mine.

“Let’s go to bed,” she whispers.

She takes my hand and pulls me along. I look over at Eric, but he merely lifts his cup and grins from his seat on the couch. Hand in hand, we arrive at the bedroom. I can’t believe Eric won’t be present.

Marisa sits on the bed, makes me lie down, and then crawls on top of me on all fours.

“Listen, Judith. Don’t be afraid. I’m not going to hurt you. I’ll give you pleasure, and I hope you’ll return it. Eric has given you to me because of something that’s going on between you two. All I care about is tasting you and enjoying your body.”

“Why haven’t you said we know each other?”

She grins. “Because it’s not necessary to explain everything, don’t you agree?”

I’m about to complain, but she lowers the straps on my gown and brings out my breasts, which leaves me mute. My nipples harden, and she grins. Finally, she pokes her tongue out and licks them. I move around. I’m restless. I don’t want to recognize it, but this is getting me going. Her mouth seals on my breasts, and she sucks eagerly, then lets me go.

“Do you like it?” she asks.

I nod. I can’t talk.

“At the gym, whenever I see you nude in the locker room, I want to suck you like that. And by the way, Rebeca said to say hi.”

I’m about to say a thing or two about that woman, when Marisa lowers her straps and lets her plump and magnificent breasts fall before me. She takes my hands and places them on her. Her hands cover mine, and she squeezes.

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