Page 79 of Now and Forever

“Yes ... very much,” he purrs as he squeezes his hands on my buttocks.

His desire obviously grows by the second. This seems to thrill him, and he moves the jewel inside me.

“Although one day you may not see me, you can have me at your whim,” I say, eager to raise the temperature even more. “I’ll open my legs for you and for whom you tell me, and I swear I’ll enjoy it and I’ll make you enjoy it like you always have. And you’ll do it because you’ll be in charge. You’ll touch me. You’ll tell me what to do. I’m yours, darling, and without you, nothing about our game is worthwhile because it has no allure for me.” Eric groans, and I add, “C’mon, do it. Play with me.”

I get off him and lie down beside him. I pull his hand and place it on me. He touches me; his desperate mouth roams all over my body, my neck, my nipples, my navel, my mound, and I lead him until he is right between my legs. Without needing to be asked, I open them for him.

“More?” I ask.

Eric touches me.

“Yes.”

I smile and open farther.

In tenths of a second, he’s feeding on me. His tongue searches for my clitoris. Plays with it. He pulls it with his lips and when it swells, he taps me in a way that makes me scream and arch, crazed. I squirm. Panting. He moves the anal jewel at the same time he pulls on my clitoris, and I go crazy. His hands fiercely grab my thighs and wiggle me at his whim over his mouth while I, with my hand, touch his hair and murmur, gladly, “You don’t need to see to give me pleasure. To make me happy. To go crazy.”

For a few minutes, my crazy love continues with his devastating attack.

In the darkness of the room, I watch him. With elegant feline movements, he hovers like a tiger over me, ravaging his prey. He can’t see me. The darkness and the stocking I’ve placed over his eyes prevent it. His breathing accelerates. His mouth seeks mine and kisses me. Moments later, and without his speaking, one of his hands takes his erection, and the other touches the moisture of my vagina.

“I’m soaked for you, honey,” I whisper in his ear. “Just for you.”

He urgently guides his erection to my slit until, with one sure move, he slides right inside. We’re both breathing heavily. Eric grabs me, pressing himself against me as his hips push and sway and I can barely move. He sucks my neck. I bite his shoulder.

“Even though you may not see me one day, you’ll still possess me with passion, with force and vitality, and I’ll welcome you always, because I’m yours. You’re my fantasy. I’m yours. And we’ll enjoy each other now and always, my love.”

Eric doesn’t speak. He lets the moment carry him. And when we both reach our climax, he embraces me.

“Yes, love,” he says, “now and always.”

24

During the treatment, he doesn’t go into the office. He can’t. At home, I help him out with emails and respond like a good secretary to everything he asks for. Whenever he gets emails from Amanda, I want to slit her throat. Witch! Curious, I sneak a peek at some of the past exchanges between the two of them and crack up when I read one from a few months back when Eric asks her to change her attitude toward him. He tells her he has a partner, and his partner comes first. I’m glad to see he’s made things clear to that bitch.

On several occasions, I want to stick his head in the trash can or yank him by the ear when he acts grumpy or dumb. He’s insufferable! But, when these moods subside, I adore him, and I want to cover him with kisses.

His mother, Sonia, comes to see him. When Eric is distracted, she encourages me to go by the house and pick up Hannah’s motorcycle. I decide that, yes, I’ll go get it. Given the tense days I’m having with Eric, I need to vent. And, for me, motocross is the best way.

The day of surgery is nearing. Eric’s tension is sky-high, and I try to help him relax the best way I know how. One night, when my Iceman is in bed with a cold gel mask on his eyes to rest his vision, I decide to surprise him so he won’t think about the operation.

“Hello, Mr. Zimmerman!” I whisper into his mouth as I throw myself on top of him.

Eric is about to peel off the mask, but I grab his hands.

“No ... don’t take it off.”

“I can’t see you, love.”

“You don’t need to see me for what I’m about to do to you,” I say, clearly giving him goose bumps when I bring my mouth close to his ear.

“We’re going to play a few games, whether you want to or not.”

“All right ... I want to,” he says, willing.

I kiss him. He kisses me back, and I can feel his passion.

“Let me explain how to play, OK?” Eric nods. “The first one is called ‘the feather.’ I’ll run it all over your body, and if you can stand it for two minutes without laughing, without talking or complaining, I’ll do whatever you want, OK?”

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