6
When I get home, Curro welcomes me. My sister has left a note saying she gave him his medication.
I put on something more comfortable and cook up some delicious pasta carbonara. I plop down on the couch to watch TV while I devour it. When I finish, I lie back and fall into a deep sleep. Some time later, a shrieking sound abruptly awakens me. Drowsy, I get up; the sound is insistent. It’s the phone.
“Who is it?” I ask, rubbing my eyes.
“Jude, it’s Eric.” And then I wake up in a flash. I check the clock. It’s six on the dot. I’m a wreck! My apartment is a disaster. The dirty dish is still on the table, the kitchen is like a swamp, and I look terrible.
“Jude, will you open up?”
I want to say no, but I don’t dare. I huff and press the button. Quickly, I hang up the phone. I know I have—more or less—a minute and a half. I leap over the chair, and it’s a miracle I don’t smash my face against the table. I’m about to make my next move, when I hear the doorbell.
I check myself in the mirror. My hair is all tangled up. I fix it as best I can and dash to get the door. When I open it, I find Eric, wearing jeans and a dark shirt, and looking very handsome. Then he gives me the once-over.
“Were you running?” he asks.
Like an idiot, I lean on the door. “Just short distances.”
He scans me up and down. I’m about to scream, “Yes, I know—I look horrible!” But he surprises me.
“I love your shoes.”
I turn red when I look down and see the SpongeBob SquarePants sneakers my niece gave me. Eric comes in without asking permission. Curro sidles up to him, and Eric bends down to pet him.
I close the door and lean against it again. Eric stands and hands me a bottle.
“Here you go, beautiful. Open it. Put it in a bucket with lots of ice, and get two wineglasses.”
I nod without complaint. He’s already giving orders.
When I get to the kitchen, I notice the Moët & Chandon pink label.
“I guessed that you like strawberries,” he says from behind me as he puts his hand on my waist to bring me closer. “It’s wild strawberry champagne. I think you’ll enjoy it.”
Enraptured by his proximity, I close my eyes and give in. He really does something to me. Suddenly, he turns me around, and I’m pinned between him and the refrigerator. My breathing picks up. He stares at me. I stare back, and then he does that thing I like so much. He leans down and brings his tongue to my upper lip and licks it.
I open my mouth in anticipation, and he takes me in his arms and lifts me up so we’re at the same height. Then he launches his tongue directly and voraciously into my mouth.
I coil my legs around his waist, and when he shoves his thigh into the center of my being, I melt; feeling his hard, ardent desire makes me want to tear his clothes off. But then he pulls his mouth back from mine.
“Where is the gift I got you?” he asks.
I turn red again.
“There,” I say.
He walks over with me still wrapped around his body, and then lets me down. He grabs the envelope, takes out the vibrator, and opens it. The whole time, he never takes his eyes off me. He thrills me.
“Get the champagne and the glasses.”
He meets me as I’m coming out of the kitchen and takes my hand.
“Take me to your bedroom,” he says.
Ready to take him up to heaven itself, I lead him down the hall to the door of my room. I open it, and my pretty, white bed lies before us. I place the champagne and the two glasses on the night table.
Slowly, he bends over and kisses me. He gives me his most serious look.
I like that so much!
He sucks my lips with delight, and I respond by stretching up on my tiptoes. Once more, he pulls away and sits on the bed. We don’t speak. I take off my sneakers; then, without missing a beat, I pull off my shorts and my T-shirt. I’m standing there in just my bra and panties. Seeing him breathe so hard, I feel powerful. I like that. I’ve never done anything like this with a stranger, but I’m really enjoying it.
Instinctively, I come close to him to offer temptation. He closes his eyes and brings his nose near my panties. I step back and flash him a naughty smile. With a sensuousness I didn’t realize I could pull off, I slip one of my bra straps down, then the other, and go back to him. This time, he grabs me forcefully by the ass and brings his face to my panties again. I shudder when I feel his breath and a sweet nibble on my hairless mound.
Without a word, he lifts his head and peels the bra off my right breast. He pulls me to him and swallows my nipple with a possessive fervor. I’m going to scream. He plays with my nipple while I grab his hair and squeeze him against me. I feel powerful again. Sexy. I see myself in the mirror above my dresser, and the image is intriguing. A little kinky. Just when I think I’m going to explode, he pushes me away, and I know what he wants. I take off my bra and panties and stand completely nude before him. For just a few seconds, he runs his gaze all over me.
“You’re beautiful,” he says.
Hearing his hoarse voice charged with such yearning makes me smile, and when he offers me his hand, I accept. He stands up and kisses me, and I feel his powerful hands all over my body. He pushes me down on the bed, and I feel small. Eric Zimmerman looks at me with so much pride, a whimper escapes me when he takes my legs and separates them.
He takes off his shirt, and I moan again. This man’s torso is impressive. With his pants still on, he gets on all fours and covers me. Then he grabs one of the gadgets he gifted me.
“When a man gives a woman one of these,” he murmurs as he shows it to me, “it’s because he wants to play with her, because he wants to make her throb. He wants her to melt in his hands, to fully enjoy her orgasms. Never forget that.”
I nod like a fool, and he continues. “Now close your eyes and open your legs for me,” he whispers. “I promise this is going to be wonderful.”
I’ve never used a vibrator on my clit, and hearing him like this embarrasses me, but it also really turns me on. Eric takes note of my indecision and delicately places his hand on my chin and kisses me.
“Jude, do you trust me?” he asks when he pulls away.
I’m afraid of the unknown, but I’m so aroused that, finally, I nod again. He kisses me, and an instant later, he vanishes from sight. I feel him getting comfortable between my legs as I stare at the ceiling and bite my lips. I’ve never been laid bare like this for a man. Up to now, my experiences have been of the conventional sort; suddenly, I find myself tossed on the bed, legs spread before a stranger who—to top it off—is actually my boss!
“I love that you’re completely bare,” he breathes.
He kisses my inner thighs while gently caressing me. I tremble. He bends my legs, and I close my eyes to avoid looking at the outlandish view I must be offering him. Then I feel his fingers on my vagina. This causes me to tremble again, and when I sense his warm mouth on me, I jump. Eric begins to move his tongue like he does when it’s in my mouth. First, a lash, then again, and my legs open more and more of their own free will. His tongue moves on my clit. Surrounds it. The moment it swells to meet him, he pinches it with his lips and tugs. I’m breathless.
I hear a purr. The vibrator. Eric runs it over my inner thighs, and I shiver with anticipation. When he rubs it on my vaginal lips, an electrifying groan makes my eyes pop open.
“Sweetness, you’re going to love it,” I hear him say.
And he’s right.
The vibration, coupled with the anticipation of the moment, is driving me mad. With care, Eric parts the folds of my sex and places the gadget on my clit. It’s like a spark. Seconds later, he removes it, and I feel him eagerly licking me. Then he pulls back, and I feel the vibrator again. Not on my clit this time but next to it. Suddenly, an incredible heat rises from my belly. I think I’m going to burst from sheer bliss when the vibration becomes more intense. Now it’s more forceful, more devastating. More extreme. The heat concentrates on my face and temples. I’m burning up. I’ve never felt like this, ever.
I’m going to go up in flames!
When he comes back over me and kisses my mouth, I ravage his lips, yearning for more.
“Tell me what you want,” he says as he kisses me over and over.
The tone of his voice when he says that unnerving phrase thrills me even more. I take him at his word and tug on his belt.
“I need you in me now!”
He responds with urgency to my plea.
“Do you use any kind of birth control?” he asks.
“Yes, the pill.”
“Even so,” he murmurs, “I’ll use a condom.”
He quickly takes off his pants and briefs. He’s completely naked in front of me, and I tremble at the sight of him. Eric is gorgeous. Strong and masculine. His penis, scandalously erect, is ready for me. I stretch my hand and touch it. Smooth. He closes his eyes.
“Stop or I won’t be able to give you what you want.”
Obediently, I pause as he uses his teeth to break the condom free of its packaging. He puts it on and gets on top of me without a word. He places my legs on his shoulders, and without taking his eyes off me, slowly penetrates me.
“Yes, sweetness, yes.”
Pinned by his weight and motionless, I welcome him in.
“Oh yes, I like that!”
His solid, rigid penis makes me feel feral. He threads right through me, and I gasp when he rolls his hips.
“Do you like that?”
I nod, but he demands that I talk.
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to go on?”
Hungry, I grab his ass and yank him toward me. His eyes gleam and I arch in delight. Eric is powerful and possessive. His gaze, his body, his virility meet mine, and when he begins a series of rapid lunges, I come with immense satisfaction. An instant later, he takes my legs from his shoulders and places them on either side of his legs. The game continues. He takes my hips in his capable hands.
“Look at me, sweetness.”
I open my eyes.
“I want you to look at me always, OK?”
I don’t take my eyes off him as, charged up again, he pushes into me over and over. I watch his expression; the force of him makes me crazy. I open my legs as much as I can to give him room. After various forays that completely shatter me, Eric closes his eyes and comes, releasing a sexy moan. He holds me tight against him and then collapses on top of me.