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I lean down and offer him my breasts. He kisses them delicately; then he places a nipple in his mouth, and, after it gets hard, he commits to doing the same to the other as his hands press me to him. For a few minutes, I simply enjoy his amorous touch. It’s so wonderful, warm, and curious, and then his strong hands make me move, and he snakes under me until I’m hovering above his mouth.
My stomach flinches when I feel the warmth of his breath at the center of my desire. Oh yes! He grabs me by the waist with his strong hands.
“I’m going to taste you,” he says as I melt. “Just relax and enjoy it.”
I’m suspended above his mouth as Eric keeps his promise and lets me revel in delight. His avid tongue, so desirous of me, searches out the center of my pleasure like an exquisite feast and makes me moan uncontrollably as I close my eyes and burn up second by second. His darting tongue, already on my swollen clitoris, brings me to the edge of orgasm over and over, but he doesn’t let me come.
Kinky images pop into my mind as the man I love takes everything he wants from me, and I give it to him, and want more. To be alone in his office in front of the fireplace, naked, is delicious and wonderful. But, inexplicably, a little voice in my head whispers that if we were a threesome, it would be even better.
I open my eyes. What’s happened to me? Eric has managed to get me so hooked on his game that now I’m the one who fantasizes about it.
I moan and feel a little naughty.
“I want to play, Eric ... I want to play with you at whatever you want,” I say, letting my fantasies lead me.
I know he hears me. The little slap on my butt confirms it. His mouth is all over my labia; his teeth nibble, causing waves of bliss. He finally lets everything culminate, and I reach my climax.
After my body recovers from that sublime assault, Eric presses me to his chest and smiles triumphantly.
“Fuck me, Jude,” he asks in a raspy voice.
My cheeks are flushed from desire for him. It’s not the fireplace that’s making me hot; it’s Eric. My Eric. My German. My Iceman.
Ready to let him enjoy as much as I have, I get comfortable and take ahold of his penis. It’s exquisitely smooth. Without waiting another second, I bring it inside my vagina.
I’m drenched, and I feel as if the tip of this marvel were reaching almost to my uterus without his even moving.
Oh God, that feels so good! I move my hips from left to right, trying to get more space, and then I squeeze him. Eric closes his eyes and gasps. He always likes that swaying move. I do it again.
“Look at me,” I say, my hands resting on his chest.
My demanding tone in that moment makes Eric quickly open his eyes and look at me. I’m giving the orders. He’s asked me to take the initiative, and I feel powerful. Suddenly, I change up my hip movement and give a little jerk toward him, and Eric gasps as his body contracts. He puts his hands on my hips. The beast inside Eric is awakening. But I take his hands, lacing his fingers with mine.
“No ... don’t move. Let me.”
He’s so eager. Charged. Hot.
I can read his look, and I know what he wants. What he’s thinking. What he yearns for. Once more, I move my hips, this time more powerfully. I impale myself on him, and we both groan.
“God, sweetheart ... you drive me crazy.”
I repeat my movements over and over.
I take him higher and higher, but I don’t let him come. I want him to feel what he made me feel just a few minutes before; his gaze hardens. I grin. His hands try to grab me again, but I stop him and continue my quick circular movements, taking him to where I want to go. His pleasure is my pleasure, and when it looks like we’re both about to combust, I quicken my movements until a tremendous orgasm overtakes me, and my Iceman, frenzied, tenses and lets himself go.
So sated by what’s happened, I let myself fall on him, and he puts his arms around me. I love to feel him close. Our heavy breathing eases, and slowly we relax again.
“I adore you, sweetheart,” he says in my ear.
His words are so fueled by love, they drive me crazy, and all I can do is smile like a fool as he brings his arms around my waist and presses me to him.
We stay like that, on the rug, until Eric sees I’m shivering and suggests we get up. He grabs a dark blanket from the armchair and puts it around me. Still naked, he sits down and, not letting go of me, has me sit on his lap as he moves a lock of hair from my face.
“What were you thinking when you told me you wanted to play whatever I wanted?”
This takes me by surprise. I wasn’t expecting it.
“Come on, Jude,” he says, seeing the reaction on my face. “You’ve always been honest.”