“Ruth,” Tracy says, knocking on my door.

“I’m sad and depressed,” I moan through the door. “I don’t want to do whatever it is.”

“Just come look at something real quick,” she says.

I groan and peel myself off the bed. It’s 1:00 p.m. and I’m still wearing my pajamas. My brain is totally exhausted, and my body along with it. Ever since seeing Eric, I’ve been torn apart by indecision. I want to believe him so badly. My gut tells me to trust him, but my brain is warning me to be careful. It’s reminding me of what he did, and that logically I should under no circumstances forgive him.

It’s almost like when you get a cold. The virus invades your body, and all of those classic cold symptoms that we know and love: fever, cough, runny nose, lethargy... those are all caused by the body trying to fight off the infection, not by the virus itself. My sad state right now is caused by my brain and body being locked in a deadlock, neither able to gain an edge and help me make a decision about Eric.

I open the door and look up at Tracy through what feel like bloodshot eyes.

“You look like shit,” Tracy says, confirming my suspicion.

“What do you want me to see?” She asks.

Dylan is laughing at the TV, and I move toward the couch and crane my neck to see. The first thing I see is some kind of helicopter footage of a man on a bike, and he’s being trailed by three police cars with sirens all lit up.

The footage cuts to the front view, and I realize it’s Eric. Then I realize he’s totally, fully naked. The TV feed has his dick all blurred out.

Written across his chest in bright blue letters, it reads: “I’M SORRY.”

“Is that for you?” Dylan asks me.

“Yes,” Tracy says, squealing, “He’s going to get arrested for streaking, all for Ruth!”

The cops are right on his tail—or his naked ass—and Eric keeps weaving in between cars in front of him to put distance between himself and the police.

The camera cuts to the back, and I see the rest of the message painted on his muscular back. “I LOVE YOU.”

My stomach flutters, and I start to feel the battle raging within me resolving. My brain’s arguments start to falter and crumble at the sight of those three magic words written large on Eric’s naked body.

I sigh, somewhat from annoyance, but mostly from relief.

I watch as police motorcycles roll in, and as they corner Eric off. He’s finally forced to stop, and the cops have to wrangle him while he’s naked.

The camera gets up in his face as the cops grab hold of him and cuff him. He looks right at the camera, smiles, and says, “Ruth, if you’re watching... I mean it. I love you.”

* * *

“He’s refusing to bail himself out,” the cop says, “So we’ve gotta hold him here. He’s wasting taxpayer dollars if you ask me.”

“You arrested him for being naked, no one forced you to do that,” I say, leaning over the counter.

“Lady,” he says, “I don’t write the laws, I just enforce ‘em.”

“Can I see him then?” I ask. “Convince him to pay his bail?”

The cop shrugs, “Sure.”

He takes me back toward the holding cell.

I see Eric jump up from the bench as I approach. There’s another guy in the cell with him, he’s snoring loudly on the opposite bench.

“Ruth,” Eric says, “You came.”

“What’s this about you refusing to get yourself out of here? They said you just need to agree to do some community service and pay bail, then you’re free to go.”

He shrugs.

“Are you trying to punish yourself somehow, to make me feel better?” I ask, meeting his eyes through the bars.

He laughs. “Is it working? If that’s what I’m doing?”

“I thought things over,” I say. “And I decided on a few things.”

He looks nervously at me. The tension is thick between us, and if the fat guy on the other bench weren’t snoring so loudly, the silence would be deafening.

“I decided I love you too,” I say.

We kiss each other through the bars. Electricity jolts through me as my mind and body reunite once again. My heart pounds endorphins through me, and I try to reach through the bars to touch him.

I hear a voice shout from the hall behind me. “No touching!”

I look up and see the snoring guy is wide awake now, and he’s watching us with wide, fixated eyes.

I pull away from Eric and look at him with longing. “Get yourself out of here. Now.”

* * *

It takes well over an hour to process Eric and get him out. The moment he’s out, we go to his penthouse.

The moment we step inside his penthouse, he lifts me off my feet and takes me straight to the bedroom.

Eric throws me down on the bed and grabs hold of my skirt. He strips it off me and runs his strong hands up my legs. I shudder and reach for my shirt, pulling it off to accelerate things.

Eric hooks his fingers beneath the hem of my panties, and he slowly peels them off.

Then I feel his lips kissing up my legs, and I squeeze my breasts, pressing my nipples between my fingers as I feel Eric move closer and closer toward…

His tongue licks against my wetness, and my back forces itself up into an arch. I moan, and my whole body trembles and twitches in ecstasy.

He grabs hold of my hips and ass, his fingers digging in, as his tongue runs up and down my most sensitive areas. I fall back down flat on my back, trying to relax and enjoy myself. If my body goes into overdrive this early on, I’ll pass out from exhaustion before I even cum.

He licks and presses his lips against me driving my desire higher. With his every touch I feel myself getting more and more wet, and the warmth within me builds up slowly and steadily. Long minutes pass, and I lose myself to the infinite patience and care toward me that Eric shows as he buries his head between my legs. I run my hands through his hair, and at times I dig my nails into his scalp when a surge of pleasure blasts through me.

Soon, my hips are bucking once again, and Eric’s tongue moves faster, pressing harder against me. I hear myself moaning, and I squeal his name. He doesn’t relent or slow. His hand slides up my body and squeezes my breast, adding another level of sensation.

My cries catch in my throat as I feel the climax begin to build up deep within me.

It feels as if his tongue is teasing the orgasm out of me, but building it up as it goes. It doesn’t hit me yet, but I feel it there, just on the cusp of escape. And only Eric, with his impossibly skilled tongue, can decide when to release it.

I feel my wetness dripping down, and Eric’s tongue moves down to lick it all up. He lets out a satisfied sound as he swallows my cum, and then he presses right back against my clit, which ends up being the last straw.

The orgasm, having been built up and up, but not allowed to show itself, finally breaks free. It hits me like a freight train, and if Eric’s lips and tongue weren’t already locked tight onto my clit, my fingers would automatically move there.

I settle for grinding my hips against his mouth, letting the increased pressure and intensity drive the orgasm out stronger and harder.

I close my eyes because the feelings surging through me are too strong. I can’t focus on processing anything I see, just what I feel.

I bite my lip until it almost bleeds, and then I scream as I feel his tongue slide across my swollen clit.

“Eric,” I try to scream, but it just comes out as a toneless moan.

I hear—and feel—him laugh as he continues to eat at me, his tongue flicks faster and faster, until I jolt my hips up into the air.

He locks tight against me, refusing to lose contact with me for even a fraction of a second. Even if he completely stopped right now, the orgasm would last for many moments longer. But Eric doesn’t stop, he tongues me just right, and then I feel two strong fingers slide deep inside me.

It’s too much. My tight walls squeeze against him, and I cum hard all over his fingers. He slides them in and out, and it makes me crave and long for his thick cock. His fingers move faster as his tongue worships my clit, and I feel almost embarrassed at just how much of my cum must be going into his mouth.

“God!” I shout. “Ahhh! Fuck!” My arms thrash wildly, and I start to move my hips away from him. The orgasm still rocks through me, but the sensitivity on my outer lips and clit is becoming too much to bear.

Finally, he moves his tongue away, focusing fully on his fingers buried deep within me. He moves them in and out, stretching me wide as I gush all over him.

When I finally stop thrashing, I fall down flat, and Eric looms over me with both fingers all the way inside me. I feel my pussy twitch and clench against him, and only when I’ve finally stopped convulsing does he pull his fingers out.

I look up through exhausted eyes as he brings his fingers to his mouth. He licks the cum off of them, and grins seductively down at me.

I realize with annoyance that he’s still fully clothed, but I’m too tired to do anything about it.

Thankfully, as if reading my mind, he removes his tie and slowly begins undoing his buttons.

I watch as his chest is revealed to me, and I start to laugh uncontrollably as he drops his shirt to the ground.

“What?” He asks.

“I’M SORRY” is still plastered on his chest in bright blue paint.

He looks down, realizes it, and grins.

“It’s like you’re apologizing to me for making me cum so good. You make me cum harder than I ever have before, and then you rip your shirt off to offer me an apology. It’s just completely absurd.”

“I’ll go wash it off,” he says, laughing.

He turns around, and the “I LOVE YOU” is still there too.

“No,” I whisper. “Just get your clothes off, and come here. Come in me.”

He turns around and looks at me with longing. His eyes lock between my legs, and I feel so wet and ready for him to slide his thick cock inside me. He must see that clear as day.

He rips his belt off and drops his pants.

His cock is hard as steel, and throbbing for me. I stare at it in astonishment—and impatience—because I need it inside me more than I need anything.

Eric does not make me wait long. He pulls my legs back and slaps his thick cock against my soaked outer lips.

I’m still giggling at the blue “I’M SORRY” painted on his chest, but then when I feel his thick girth split me apart, all laughs are over.

“Fuck,” He says, “You’re too tight.”

“I’m more wet than I am tight,” I say.

“God,” he whispers, pushing deeper into me.

A stab of pain hits me, but then the intense warmth of his cock begins to fill me from within. I feel my cum soaking him as he slides deeper, and soon I feel him sliding in with ease, even though the tightness never lets up.

He slides all the way inside me, and I wrap my legs around him.

He buries himself all the way in, and I squeeze my inner walls against him. His eyes roll back in his head, and then I can feel his heartbeat through his cock inside me.

“Fuck me,” I command.

His hips go straight into overdrive. His balls slap hard against me, and his cock slides in and out of my sopping wet hole. The friction makes the warmth more intense with each thrust as he drills in and out of me.

He looks down and locks eyes with mine. His perfect blue eyes are staring at me with a possessive intensity. He’s claimed me as his own, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Ruth,” he whispers. “I’ll never let you go again.”

In answer, I dig my heels into his back, urging him to fuck me harder.

He obliges, and I watch as his cock slides in and out of me. On every upstroke I can see it coated in my cream, and then he’s plunging back inside, going for more.

I try to move my hips against him, but his movements are so fierce and powerful that it doesn’t add much. Eric is fully in control, and all I can do is cling to him and let him fuck me into oblivion.

My inner walls begin to clench around his cock as it powers in and out of me. I feel his veiny girth sliding against my tightening walls, and the orgasm hits me out of nowhere this time. There’s no gradual buildup, it just hits me like a truck.

I move in unison with him as he fucks me raw. I feel his cock twitch and throb as he pounds in and out of me.

“Ruth,” he grunts. “Fuck, ahh!”

I feel his cock twitch, and then a thick, warm wetness pumps inside of me. Each thrust and twitch of his cock, I feel more and more of his seed filling me up, until he pumps me so full that it’s dripping out of me and onto the bed.

He slides slower in and out of me, until he finally stops, buried deep within me.

“Jesus,” I whisper.

I’m panting, and I realize I’ve dug my nails into his back. When I look at my fingers, there is blue paint beneath my nails.

He looks down at the paint and smiles.

“I love you too,” I say.