11
Laughing, teasing, and touching each other, we drink almost the entire bottle of champagne out on the beautiful and enormous terrace. Madrid is at my feet, and I love the view. I’m still giving a lot of thought to the proposal Eric made at the restaurant.
Should I accept or reject it, given what it means?
I’m a little tipsy. I’m not used to drinking—and champagne, even less. I watch Eric talk on his cell phone. Dressed in those low-slung jeans and that black T-shirt, he really gets me going. He’s strong and athletic. He’s the type of man you can’t help but stare at, what with his clear blue eyes and short hair.
I hungrily check out his whole body and notice the top button of his jeans is undone. It excites me. An instant later, he drops the cell and grabs the ice bucket. He looks my way, his face bright. Hot. I’m very hot. He pours the last of the champagne into our glasses and jams the bottle upside down in the ice. “Let’s go to the bedroom,” he whispers, then kisses my forehead.
I’m suddenly nervous. The moment I’ve been wanting, desiring, and imagining since I saw him waiting for me with his Ferrari at the door of my apartment building has arrived. When we finally go into one of those beautiful and spacious bedrooms, I can’t take my eyes off the huge bed. Eric moves about the room; suddenly, sensual music surrounds us. He sits and puts one hand on the bed. With the other, he lifts his glass and takes a drink.
“Are you ready to play, sweetness?”
He’s so sexy, so boyish . . . I’m willing. “Yes,” I manage to respond.
He nods and gets up to open a drawer.
He pulls out two black silk handkerchiefs and some gloves. This surprises and scares me all at once. But unable to move, I wait for him to come to me. And he does. He kisses me provocatively as his hand squeezes my behind.
“You have a sweet little ass. I want it so much.”
I step back. I’ve never had anal sex!
He grabs me by the ass again and squeezes me against him.
“Relax, sweetness. I’m not going to take you that way today. It excites me to know I’ll be the first—I will, won’t I?—but when we do it, you’ll be so excited that you’ll feel pleasure, not pain. Trust me.”
I nod in response to his question and swallow the knot in my throat.
“Today we’ll play with the senses,” he says. “I’m going to cover your eyes with this handkerchief. Touch it.”
I obey without a word and discover the smoothness of the fabric. Silk.
“What you will feel when I have you nude in bed will be as soft as what you felt when touching this handkerchief.”
That stirs my interest again. I assent. “I love your eyes,” I whisper, unable to contain myself. “Your gaze.”
Eric just looks at me for a few seconds, but he doesn’t acknowledge my words.
“After I blindfold you, I’m going to tie your hands to the headboard so you can’t touch me.” I begin to protest, but he brings a finger to my mouth. “This is your punishment, Miss Flores, for having forgotten the vibrator,” he adds.
That amuses me, and I look at the gloves with curiosity. He puts them on and touches my arms. I love how soft they are.
Without a word, he sits on the bed and looks up at me. I immediately understand what he wants, and I follow through. I undress. I come back to him, wearing just my bra and panties, and he leans his forehead on my belly; his mouth hovers over my panties. The sensation reaches my clit, and I feel it pulse. He takes off the gloves and leaves them on the bed. He grabs my waist with his strong hands and has me straddle him. I feel his hard penis between my thighs and his exhalations on my breasts.
“Are you ready to play?” he murmurs.
“Yes,” I respond, pricked by desire.
“Really?”
“Really.”
“No matter what it is?” he whispers as he comes closer to my mouth. I put my hands on his head and play with his hair.
“Everything except . . .”
“S and M,” he says, and I smile.
He undoes my bra, and my ample breasts come free.
“Give me your breasts,” he says in a throaty voice.
Still straddling him, I take them in my hands and offer them to his mouth. When he goes to suck them, I pull away teasingly and he slaps my butt. We look at each other, sparks flying. Eric spanks me. It tingles. Not wanting another slap, I bring my breasts to his mouth, and he nibbles and sucks on my offering. This feels incredible.
Suddenly, I feel his fingers sliding into my panties, and that electrifies me.
“Stand up,” he says.
I do as he says and then watch as he gets down and sits on the floor between my legs. He slowly pulls down my panties and untangles them from around my feet. He puts his hands on my hips and makes me flex my knees. I’m completely exposed to him.
He gives me a look, inviting me to bring my sex to his mouth. When I do, I moan, exploding on contact. Eric grabs me by the hips and makes me press my vagina against his mouth. I feel so naughty in this pose. Eric is sitting on the floor, and I’m above him, moving my sex on his mouth. It drives me crazy. My orgasm rises in me while he holds on to my upper thighs and devours me with devotion. His tongue comes in and out of me, then surrounds my clit and makes me gasp and convulse as he nibbles at me with his teeth. A thousand sensations fill my body as I surrender. I’m his. My body is his. He lets me know he has taken me over. And when he finally places my clit carefully between his teeth and tugs, I scream with pleasure.
Heat radiates from my sex to the rest of my body. Then that heat reaches my face, and I think I’m going to faint.
“Get into bed, Jude,” he says as he stands up.
Barely able to breathe, I do as he says. I want him to go on. “Farther up . . . over there. Open your legs so I can see what I want.”
I do as he says, and he breathes excitedly. “Yes, sweetness . . . like that . . . Show me everything.”
He pulls off his black T-shirt and throws it to the side of the bed. His biceps are impressive. Then his pants. I hold my legs open and watch as he gazes at the bounty I’m laying before him. I notice the gloves and a box of condoms beside me. Confidently, he puts on one of the gloves and straddles me.
“Give me your hands.”
He brings them together and ties them at the wrist.
He kisses me and then raises my hands over my head, using one of the handkerchiefs to tie them to the headboard. It’s the first time I’ve let anybody tie my hands, and I’m nervous and excited. When he sees that I’m securely tied, he leans down and kisses one eye and then the other. A moment later, he ties the other dark handkerchief around my eyes. I can’t see a thing. I can only hear the music playing and imagine what’s happening.
Naked and totally exposed to him, I feel his mouth on me. I want to move, but I can’t. His mouth descends on my breasts. He rubs my nipples until they become hard again and then uses his fingers to keep them excited. His tour of my body continues until he gets to my belly button and my breathing gets difficult. His mouth reaches my sex. He kisses it and opens my legs. His fingers play with my slit. His mouth again takes possession of me. I pant as my legs open completely so he can have whatever he wants from me.
“I love how you taste . . . ,” I hear him say after he has plundered my swollen clit. I feel his breathing between my thighs and a smattering of sweet kisses all the way down to my ankles. The bed moves. I hear him get up, and then the music grows louder. My breathing is more agitated. I want him to go on, but I don’t know what he’s up to. A moment later, I feel the bed move again, and then his gloved hands begin to go up and down my legs.
All I can do is moan. When he bends my legs and opens my knees . . . oh God! His mouth, demanding again, searches my sex for my clit. He nibbles at it and I scream. He toys with it and I gasp. I feel when he places it between his teeth again, but this time, he doesn’t tug. Instead, holding it prisoner between his teeth, he taps it with his tongue, and I scream again. His hands and his mouth are working me into a frenzy.
I pant and try to close my legs.
He won’t let me.
His teeth are now on my labia, and I coil my back, moaning like a lunatic. I want more, and he gives it to me. Suddenly, I feel something being introduced into my sex. It’s soft, cool, and hard. He pushes it in carefully, turning it and taking it out and repeating the operation. I think I’m going to lose it, and my hips rise, yearning for more. His mouth returns to my sex as he continues to push it into me again and again.
For a few minutes, my body is his body. I don’t want him to stop. When his mouth again searches for my engorged clit, I cry out with satisfaction as he tugs on it again. I love this. His soft-gloved hand traces my butt. He grabs it and pulls me tightly against his mouth. I’m going to shatter. Then one of his fingers plays with my asshole. He makes circles around it, and I ask for more.
Whatever it was that drove me crazy before is now up against my anus. It excites me, but he doesn’t push it in. He just rubs it against me as if telling me one day that won’t be all he’ll do. And suddenly, I break out in an orgasm that completely overtakes my body, and I writhe with pleasure. He lets go of my legs.
“I love how you taste, sweetness,” he repeats as I squeeze my thighs together and hear him tear open a condom.
And now I’m burning with the most incredible desire I could possibly imagine. The bed sinks from his weight, and I feel his powerful body hovering above mine. “Open your legs for me.”
His words are like music to my ears. I feel his hard penis against my stormy sex.
“Tell me what you want,” he says. God! What a thing to say! I’m impatient, and I start to move on the bed.
When I don’t respond, he insists, “Tell me what you want, or I won’t go on.”
Blinded by the handkerchief, I’m also having trouble breathing again.
“Penetrate me!” I manage as a response to his order.
I feel his hands on my sex. So much heat! He touches me and spreads my labia to bring the totality of his penis inside me. My body curves. He doesn’t move, but I feel his heart beating.
“Do you like it like this?”
I nod. I can’t talk. My mouth feels so dry that I don’t think I can pronounce any words.
I hear him sigh, and then he gives me a little slap on the butt.
“Perfect, sweetness . . . Now it’s my turn.”
I manage to contain a moan as my body begins to flame again. He softly pinches my nipples.
“You’re drenched and willing . . . I love it.”
The bed moves again. Without pulling out of me, he sits up on his knees. He holds me by the hips and begins to thrust.
“Do you like it when I fuck you like this?” he asks.
“Yes . . . yes . . .”
My body is his again. I don’t want him to stop.
His hands, now gloveless, squeeze my hips. I open my legs more and more. I come. Unable to see the scene, I imagine it, and that revs me up another notch. I’m putty in his hands, and I relish every moment. Then he leans into me, and after a final, savage lunge, I hear his satisfied groan.
Moments later, and still gasping for breath, he gives me a forceful, dominating kiss. After he peels himself off me, he unties my hands. He takes them tenderly in his and kisses my wrists. He takes off my blindfold, and we stare at each other.
“Everything OK, sweetness?”
A little dazed and a bit bruised because of how deeply he went inside me, I nod nonetheless. “Yes.”
I realize I just seem to say yes . . . yes . . . yes . . . but I can’t imagine saying anything else.
He gets up and strips off the condom.
“I’m happy to hear that,” he says, but his tone is suddenly matter-of-fact.
His odd coolness in moments like this disconcerts me. I watch him disappear into the bathroom. I hear the shower going and follow him, naked.
He’s standing next to a toiletry bag when he catches my reflection in the mirror. Irritated, he closes the bag.
“What are you doing in here?”
His voice stops me cold. What’s going on?
“I’m hot and I want to take a shower.”
“Did I ask you to take a shower with me?” he asks, his brow furrowed.
I look at him, confused.
What’s the matter with him?
I don’t respond, and turn around. Screw him! Then I feel his wet hand on mine.
I pull away. “You know what? I hate when you get so nasty,” I snarl. “I understand our thing is just sex, but I don’t get how you can be with me and then, in a fraction of a second, change and turn into such an asshole. Why do you have to talk to me like that?”
Eric closes his eyes and brings me to him. I let him wrap his arms around me.
“I’m sorry, Jude . . . You’re right. Please forgive me.”
But I’m still angry.
I try to pull away, but he won’t let me. He picks me up and carries me into the huge shower. I feel his cock pushing against my leg. When I look at him, he brings his mouth close to mine. But I quickly turn away.
“What are you doing?”
“The cobra.”
“The cobra?” he repeats, smiling.
His confusion amuses me. My bad mood fades in a flash.
“In Spain, when someone goes to kiss you and you pull away, it’s called ‘doing the cobra,’” I explain.
That makes him laugh. And his laugh gets to me again. Without realizing it, my legs have circled his waist.
“If I try to kiss you, are you going to do the cobra on me again?” he asks, keeping his distance.
I strike a thoughtful pose. But then I feel his hardness.
“No . . . not if you fuck me.”
My God! Did I just say “fuck”? With his hand, Eric takes his penis and rubs it up against my sex. He leans me up against the wall, and I hold on to a towel rack.
“What did you ask of me, sweetness?”
My chest is heaving from all the excitement.
“Fuck me!”
He likes my words. They make him savage. Animal-like.
Without a condom and without a care, under a waterfall, my flesh parts as he slides his marvelous, wet rod inside me. Yes! It’s the first time we’re skin to skin, condom-free, and it’s amazing.
When I feel his balls grazing me, I grab him by the shoulders to make him move. But as usual, Eric doesn’t let me. He puts his hands on my ass and gives me a light slap so that I’ll look up at him. Then he begins to move, seeking our mutual bliss.
The sound of our bodies coming together blends with the shower and consumes me. I close my eyes and let myself go as our breathing echoes in this magnificent bathroom.
“Look at me,” he demands. “If you like my eyes, then look at me.”
I open my eyes and target his.
His jaw is tense, but it’s his blue stare that bewitches me. The effort I see in his face and his slightly parted lips arouse me even more. Then he changes the rhythm, and I scream as my head drops back.
“Look at me. Always look at me,” he demands again.
With momentarily glassy eyes, I hold on to his shoulders and look right at him. He’s begging me to come. He wants desperately for me to show him I’m coming, and when I can’t take it anymore, I bury my nails in his shoulders and an agonized cry of hallelujah escapes from my throat.
“Yes . . . like that . . . come for me.”
Spasms grip my sex and take me where I want to go. We’ve arrived at some kind of nirvana. After one final, bestial plunge, he pulls his penis from inside me and lets out a long hiss. Then he bites my shoulder to mark our efforts.