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“Flyn ... ,” Eric insists, but his voice is harder now.
The staring contest between them is intense. But, in the end, my Iceman wins. The boy is furious now, but he picks up the notebook, tears out a sheet, and grabs one of the pens before walking away.
“Flyn, take the green ribbon so you can tie them,” I say.
He doesn’t look at me, but he picks up the ribbon and sits down at the table in front of the TV and begins to write. I lean over to Eric on my tiptoes and whisper, “Thank you.”
My German smiles and kisses me.
We talk about the tree for a while, and I have to laugh at some of the things he says. He’s so traditional about certain things that it’s impossible not to laugh. Seconds later, Flyn is back. He hangs his wishes on the tree and, without once looking at us, goes back to the couch. He picks up the control, and the screeching music begins again. Eric grabs the notebook and pen from the floor.
“Can I ask for anything?” he asks, his mouth near my ear.
I know where he’s going.
I know what he’s trying to say.
“Yes, Mr. Zimmerman,” I answer sweetly, “but remember we’re all going to read them together on Epiphany.”
Eric looks at me for a second, and I can only think about sex. Just looking at him arouses me so much, I feel like I’m becoming a sex slave! Finally, my kinky boyfriend nods, steps back, and smiles.
He has such an effect on me. I love that mixture of desire, tough guy, and sourpuss.
I watch him write his wishes out at the dining room table. I want to know what they are, but I don’t go near him. I have to wait until the day I’ve decided we’ll read them. When he’s through, he folds them, and I give him the silver ribbon to put them up. After he hangs them, he comes over and sneaks something into the pocket of my hoodie. Then he kisses me on the tip of my nose.
“I can’t wait until that wish is granted.”
I grin, and, once more on my tiptoes, I kiss him on the mouth while my heart goes three hundred miles an hour. After a little slap on my butt to let me know he wants me, Eric goes to sit on the couch next to his nephew. I take the small box he’s dropped in my pocket, open it, pull out the handwritten note, and read it.
My wish is to have you nude in my bed tonight so we can use your gift.
I’m curious. Inside the box, there’s something metallic with a green rock. It’s pretty cute. What could it be for? And then I see the commercially printed note that says, “Rosebud anal ring.”
Well ... I had no idea there were such things as anal rings! I start to laugh.
I blush and keep reading: “Surgical steel/Swarovski crystal. Ideal for decorating the anus and stimulating the anal zone.”
My God!
I’m blushing, when I realize Eric is looking at me. I can tell he’s amused. I give him a thumbs-up, and we both laugh. It’s going to be a great night!
After dinner, I suggest we play a game of Monopoly on the Wii. Turn by turn, we get more into it. We let Flyn win, and he goes to bed, overcome with satisfaction. Alone with Eric in the living room, I can see how impatient he is now. I kiss him and whisper in his ear.
“I want you in the room in five minutes.”
“I’ll be there in two.”
“Even better!”
I run up the stairs, go to our room, pull back the bedcovers, and get undressed. I place the anal ring next to the lubricant on the pillow. There’s no time for anything else. The door opens, and my heart accelerates. Such exultation. Eric comes in and closes the door, and his eyes are already on me. He pulls his gray undershirt over his head as he comes toward the bed.
“Your wish is waiting for you however you want it.”
“Perfect,” he responds hoarsely.
He looks at me like a hungry wolf. I see him glance quickly at the anal ring. Desire is consuming me. He throws the undershirt on the floor and goes to the foot of the bed.
“Bend your knees and open your legs.”