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I feel more turned on with every passing second. I bring my breasts again to his mouth; when he goes for them, I pull them back. Without taking my eyes from him, I scoot up between his legs, and careful not to hurt my arm, I push my hand into his briefs, grip his hot penis and his hard testicles, and bring them out alfresco.

Oh God! The powerful beating of that thick, swollen shaft makes my sex tighten with impatience. And when I lean down and take the rose-colored head into my mouth, I feel a shiver go through him. My tongue goes up and down his penis, suffused with so much desire. I continue to play gently until he pants, and when I look up, I see his head is tossed back and his eyes are closed. His jaw is tense and trembles in delight. Oh yes ... yes! Suddenly, his hands are on my head.

“Imagine we’re at the swingers’ club and someone is watching us, dying for you to let him touch me, and all the while, you’re making love to me with your mouth in front of him. Do you like that?”

“Yessss ...,” he manages to say as his fingers tangle up in my hair.

His hips are moving, and his penis is getting harder in my mouth. Delicately, I nibble around the head and stop at the most fragile point. My tongue works its magic as Eric moves and grunts, and when I grab that delicate part of him with my lips and tug, his tension is even greater. I suck it; I savor it. I remember the truffle on the table, and I smile. I spoon some with my finger and, mischievously rubbing it on his penis, tell him that someday he will be the one who rubs a truffle on my clit so others can suck me. Eric is breathing so hard, his chest is heaving.

With my free hand, I touch his testicles, and he spasms. I’m thrilled when I hear him grunt.

Eager for his penis, I return to it. I gently slip it back in my mouth, but it is now so big and swollen that I can’t take it in. I decide instead to lick it up and down with my tongue, the truffle taste making it more and more entertaining. His hips are moving with me, his fingers in my hair are stiff, and he is driving like a piston in my mouth. The feeling intoxicates me. I’m making him mine with my mouth, and I like having him in my hands and at my mercy. I put one of my hands on his sinewy abs and claw him with my nails. That makes him pant even more. And his hips are going nonstop. I take his hard shaft in my hands and jack him with forceful thrusts while I fantasize about what another man might be doing to me now.

Eric’s body convulses over and over, but he refuses to come.

“Get on top of me, Jude ... please.”

His imploring and my desire make it easy for me to obey.

I straddle him again. I’m wet and slick. He fits himself into me, and we both cry out.

“God, baby, you’re driving me crazy!”

I’m tender and ready for anything. “This is what I want ... to play with you however you want, because your pleasure is my pleasure, and I want to try everything with you.”

“Jude ...” He’s still panting.

“Everything ... Eric ... everything.”

Out of my mind, I hold on to his shoulders as he grabs my ass and moves me up and down, hammering into me over and over again as he looks at me and practically consumes me with lust.

His hard, hot penis desperately goes in and out of me as my sex tightens around him. I move my hips frenetically and tremble as Eric continues to take me toward my climax.

My breasts are bouncing in front of him, and when he grabs a nipple with his mouth and bites it just as he penetrates me, an annihilating orgasm takes over my body. At the same time, he fills me to the brim, until I can’t take it anymore and I hear him hissing my name between gasps. When we’re finished and I’m drenched and enraptured on top of him, I realize something: I am totally and completely in love with him.

24

After a marvelous Saturday together, I’m awakened around six o’clock on Sunday morning by strange noises coming from the bathroom. I get up and am surprised to find Eric vomiting. When he sees me, he gets angry and tells me to leave and wait in the other room. When he finally comes out, grimacing, he sits on the couch and closes his eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“Something must not have gone down right last night.”

“Do you want some chamomile to settle your stomach?”

With his eyes closed, Eric shakes his head. “Please ... turn off the light and go to sleep,” he says.

“But ...”

“Jude ...,” he whispers. He’s upset.

Without another word, I vanish and lie down in bed. I try to understand that he’s not feeling well, and the last thing he wants is to have me beside him, asking questions. I go to sleep and wake up around ten o’clock. As soon as I open my eyes, I see Eric by my side. He smiles and seems in a good mood.

“Good morning.”

“Good morning ... Are you feeling better?”

“Perfect. Like I said, something must not have gone down right.” I’m about to say something, when he interrupts. “Look what I made for you.”

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