Page 18 of Tell Me What You Want

Obediently, I pause as he uses his teeth to break the condom free of its packaging. He puts it on and gets on top of me without a word. He places my legs on his shoulders, and without taking his eyes off me, slowly penetrates me.

“Yes, sweetness, yes.”

Pinned by his weight and motionless, I welcome him in.

“Oh yes, I like that!”

His solid, rigid penis makes me feel feral. He threads right through me, and I gasp when he rolls his hips.

“Do you like that?”

I nod, but he demands that I talk.

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to go on?”

Hungry, I grab his ass and yank him toward me. His eyes gleam and I arch in delight. Eric is powerful and possessive. His gaze, his body, his virility meet mine, and when he begins a series of rapid lunges, I come with immense satisfaction. An instant later, he takes my legs from his shoulders and places them on either side of his legs. The game continues. He takes my hips in his capable hands.

“Look at me, sweetness.”

I open my eyes.

“I want you to look at me always, OK?”

I don’t take my eyes off him as, charged up again, he pushes into me over and over. I watch his expression; the force of him makes me crazy. I open my legs as much as I can to give him room. After various forays that completely shatter me, Eric closes his eyes and comes, releasing a sexy moan. He holds me tight against him and then collapses on top of me.

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Naked, and with his unyielding body on top of me, I try to regain control of my breathing. I tenderly caress his head and inhale his scent. It’s very masculine and I like it. I notice his mouth on my chest, and I like that too. I want to enjoy this moment for one more second, but he rolls to the side and looks over at me.

“Everything OK, Jude?”

I assent. He smiles.

A moment later, he gets up and walks out of the room. I hear the shower. I’d like to shower with him, but he hasn’t asked me. Minutes later, he’s back, nude and wet. Appetizing. But he surprises me when he picks up his briefs and puts them on.

“What are you doing?” I ask him.

“I’m getting dressed.”

“Why?”

“I have an appointment,” he says, a little short.

An appointment? He’s going to go and leave me like this?

Irritated by his lack of tact after what just happened between us, I put on my panties, bra, and T-shirt.

“Are you going for seconds with my supervisor?” I say, unable to bite my tongue.

That startles him. “I knew you were curious, but not so much that you would read something not addressed to you,” he says, scrutinizing me.

That embarrasses me. But I seem incapable of keeping my mouth shut.

“I couldn’t care less what you think,” I say.

I get up and head for the kitchen. When I turn around, he’s right behind me.

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