23
I wake up startled.
I look at the clock: 4:38 a.m.
I’m alone in bed. Where’s Eric?
I don’t want him to be gone. I quickly get up. When I come into the living room, I see him putting some drops in his eyes and swallowing something he chases with a glass of water. Then he sits down, puts in my earbuds to listen to my iPod, and closes his eyes. I watch him for a bit and smile. He’s just listening to music.
When he hears me, he opens his eyes and gets up.
“Are you OK?”
“Yes, it’s just that when I didn’t see you, I thought you’d left.”
“I don’t sleep much, like I told you.”
“I saw you taking something . . . What was it?”
“Aspirin. I have a headache,” he says, flashing an enchanting smile.
I accept his answer and move to the kitchen. I need a drink of water.
When I open the fridge, I see the truffles and decide to have one. I drink my water, put a couple of truffles on a tray, and return to the living room. Sitting on the couch, Eric grins when he sees me.
“Hmm . . .”
Feeling good, I smile back at him, but I realize he looks tired. That’s normal, though, if a person doesn’t sleep. I sit beside him.
“I love this song.”
I take one of the earbuds from him, put it up to my ear, and hear Malú’s voice.
“Me too. The lyrics remind me of us.”
He nods. I pick up one of the truffles and nibble at it.
“Can I try that truffle?”
“Of course.”
When I see he’s going to take a bite of the truffle out of my hand, I bring it to my mouth and rub it up against my lips.
“You can try it now,” I whisper.
He obeys without complaint. His lips meet mine, calmly and with such restraint that he instantly turns me on. He sucks them, licks, and then finishes with a sweet kiss.
“Exquisite, the truffle too.”
No sooner has he said that than I put the rest of the truffle down. I take off my pj’s and, standing in just my underwear, straddle him.
Up until now, I’ve had three addictions: Coke, strawberries, and chocolate. But now I can add an even stronger and more powerful compulsion: Eric. I want him . . . No matter the hour, the moment, or the place . . . I want him.
“What are you doing, Jude?”
“What do you think?”
“I have a headache, babe . . .”
I kiss him in response. A hot kiss, full of lust and longing.
“Jude, not now . . .”
“Yes, Eric, now. I want you. I want you to fuck me. I want you to enjoy yourself with me. I want everything you want, and I want it now.”
He carefully surrounds my waist with his arms. I can see that he wasn’t expecting my demands and they turn him on. My hips take on a life of their own as they move on top of him. His response is immediate.
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.
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.