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With both boots on the floor, I jump off the desk and take off my hose.
Eric’s breathing is as heavy as mine, and, when he kneels before me, he doesn’t need to ask for what he wants. I come close and press my panties against his face.
“You don’t know how much I’ve missed you,” he whispers, eyes closed.
Wanting him desperately, I run my hands through his hair as he rubs his face against my mound. He lowers my panties with one finger and rubs his mouth over my tattoo.
“Tell me what you want, sweetheart ... whatever you want,” he whispers.
He doesn’t stop saying this, a phrase that’s so his and which I’ve had tattooed on my body. He takes off my panties and, standing back up, takes me in his arms, lifts me back on the desk, parts my legs, and lowers his black track pants.
“I go crazy when I see those words on your skin, sweetheart,” he whispers as he lowers me down and I see his erect and tempting penis. “I would spend hours tasting you, but there’s no time for preambles, so I’m going to fuck you right now.”
He brings his enormous erection to my wet vagina, and with one single and certain thrust, he charges into me.
Oh yes!
I can hear the murmur of people on the other side of the door as Eric takes me. I am in ecstasy.
“No more secrets between us,” I say softly.
Eric nods as he goes in and out of me.
“I want us to be honest in our relationship,” I insist as I gasp for air.
“Of course, sweetheart. I promise, now and forever.”
We can hear music, but I can only delight in what I’m feeling this very instant. I’m being vigorously satisfied by the man I most desire in the world, and I’m overjoyed. His strong hands have me by the waist and move me around, and, feeling lucky for having this moment, I let him drive.
Eric pulls me against him over and over as he grits his teeth and I hear him hiss. I can barely breathe as I try to open more and more for him. Suddenly, he lifts me in his arms and pushes me against the wall.
Oh God, yes!
His lunges become more and more intense. More possessive. I whimper, blissful.
His hands squeeze my ass. He has me pinned against the wall, and all I can do is gladly take him. I feel an overwhelming heat and sense I’m on the verge of a devastating climax and about to scream. I contain myself and bring my mouth to his ear.
“Now ... love ... harder now.”
Eric intensifies his thrusts and buries himself in the deepest part of me as I explode, elated. Eric gives me what I ask for. He’s my master. My love. My servant. He’s everything to me, and, when it feels like the heat between the two of us is going to carbonize us, I hear a hollow cry of freedom from our throats that we can quiet only with a kiss.
An instant later, he arches his body over me, and I press him against mine, determined not to let him go all night. When the quake from our orgasm begins to calm, we just look at each other.
“I can’t live without you,” he says, his penis still inside me. “What have you done to me?”
That makes me smile, and I give him a sweet kiss on the lips.
“I’ve done the same thing you’ve done to me. I made you fall in love with me!”
For just a few seconds, my Iceman looks at me with that gaze of his, so German and so punishing that it drives me crazy. I love knowing what he’s thinking when he looks at me like that. Finally, he kisses me on the lips and reluctantly lets me go.
“I’d fuck you in every corner of this place, but I think we have to get back and hang out with the rest of the group.”
I’m happy to do that. I grab my hose and panties from the desk and quickly put them on after Eric pulls open a drawer and hands me some paper napkins so we can clean up.
“I see ... Mr. Zimmerman,” I say in jest, “that apparently you know your way around this room. It’s not the first time you’ve come here to satisfy your needs.”
Eric grins, and, after wiping himself and throwing the napkin in the trash, he adjusts his black pants.