Page 73 of Tell Me What You Want

One of his hands leaves my waist to climb up my back until it reaches my hair. He grabs it and tugs. Yes ... this is Eric! My neck is completely exposed to his mouth, and he nips at it. Anxious, determined, he licks me and makes me sigh. His other hand climbs to my breasts. His mouth comes for them. He sucks on my nipples until they’re hard.

He lets go of my hair, and I see him face-to-face again. His hands are on either side of my breasts, and possessively, he squeezes them together to suck both my nipples at once.

“You drive me crazy ...”

“You drive me even crazier, although you’re a dickhead sometimes.”

He loves that. I press against him.

“Jude ... your arm. Be careful. You’re going to hurt it.”

That he worries about me makes me feel incredible. Just when he’s about to take the reins, I grab his hands.

“No ... Eric ... your punishment for not having cooperated with me a few hours ago will be that I’m in charge.”

“My punishment?”

“Yes, I think I’m going to have to start punishing you like you do me.”

“Don’t even think about it, sweetness.”

For a few seconds, he resists; but in the end, his hands return to my legs.

“All right ... just for today,” I murmur as he caresses my legs.

I’ve decided to play his game. I take his hands off my thighs.

“Touching is prohibited.”

He shifts under me. When I see he has calmed down, I grab my breasts and bring them to his mouth. I offer them to him. I make him suck first one and then the other, and when my nipples are hard again, I take them away and smile.

Eric groans.

“Give me your hand,” I say.

He extends it to me, and I rub it along my leg until it reaches my inner thigh. I let him touch me, and soon he slides a finger into my underwear. I let him become more desirous of me, and when he’s really animated, I make him withdraw his finger and take it up to his own mouth.

“Slippery and wet, just as you like.”

He tries to grab me by the waist again, but I slap his hand away.

“Touching is prohibited, Mr.Zimmerman.”

“Ms.Flores ... tone down your commands.”

I smile, but he doesn’t. I like that.

I very carefully grab his hair. I don’t want his head to hurt more than it already does. His neck is completely exposed to me, and I can feel the beating of his heart between my legs.

“Mr.Zimmerman, don’t forget I’m in charge now.”

I lick his neck, delighted with his taste. Finally, I reach his mouth. I adore his mouth. I devour his lips and hear when he makes a guttural sound.

“I love your eyes,” I whisper. “They’re beautiful.”

“I hate them.”

I’m amused by his comment. Eric has marvelous blue eyes.

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