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I grab more snow, make up another ball, and hit him on the head this time. I burst out laughing. Eric turns around.
“Jude ... you’re making me angrier than you can possibly imagine.”
God, he’s so sexy.
He continues on his way, and I follow. I can’t take my eyes off him in spite of the cold, and I smile, thinking about all I would do to him this very instant. Once in the house, he heads off to his office without saying a word to me. He’s very, very angry. A sweet warmth covers my body. It makes me all the more aware of how cold it is outside. Poor Susto. Once I take off my coat, I decide to track Eric down at his office. I want him. Before going in, I take off my wet boots and jeans. I pull my shirt so it’s halfway down my thighs and open the door. Eric is at his desk, staring into the computer. He doesn’t look at me.
I walk up to him, ignore his angry look, and straddle him. That’s when he seems to realize I’m not wearing pants. His eyes tell me he doesn’t want this kind of contact, but I do. I kiss him on the lips. He doesn’t move. He doesn’t return the kiss. He’s punishing me. My cold Iceman is an iceberg, but I’ve decided to melt him with my Spanish fury. I kiss him again, and when I feel he’s not cooperating, I whisper, “I’m going to fuck you, and I’m going to do it because you’re mine.”
He seems surprised and blinks. I kiss him again. His tongue is more receptive this time, but he still doesn’t want to play along. I kiss his lower lip, pull on it, and, looking him right in the eye, let it go. I entangle my fingers in his hair and twist on his lap.
“I want you, lover, and you’re going to fulfill my fantasies.”
“Jude ... you’re drunk.”
I laugh and agree. “Oh yes! I’ve been drinking some mojitos, my love, that were to die for. But listen, I know exactly what I’m doing, why I’m doing it, and to whom I’m doing it, OK?”
He won’t talk. He just looks at me. I get up from his lap. I’m about to do what they do in the movies, throw everything off the desk to the floor, but I think better of it. That would only make him madder. Instead, I push the laptop aside and sit on the desk. Eric watches me. The cat’s got his tongue, but I’m determined to get what I want. I take one of his hands and bring it to my panties. I’m wet, and I can feel him having trouble swallowing.
“I want you to ravage me. I’m dying for your tongue inside me and for you to make me scream, because my pleasure is your pleasure, and we’re both masters of our bodies.”
Now he’s having a hard time breathing. I am determined to drive him even crazier, and I pull off my shirt.
“Touch me. Come on, Iceman. You want it as much as I do.”
My Iceman melts by the second. Good! He brings his mouth to my right breast, and, in fractions of a second, he’s on my nipple.
Oh yes!
His eyes, once cold, are now wild and daring. He’s still mad, but the desire he feels for me is now up to par for what I feel for him. When he abandons my breast, he leans back in his chair. He’s in it now.
“Get up and turn around,” he whispers.
I do as he says. I drop to the floor, wearing only my thong. I turn around. He pushes the chair back, gets up, and brings his erection to my ass as his hands fly to my waist and he squeezes me against him. I gasp. He slaps my ass. It stings. He slaps me again, and, when I’m about to protest, he brings his mouth to my ear.
“You’ve been a very bad girl, and, at the very least, you deserve a spanking.”
I mean ... if he wants to play, let’s play!
I turn around, and, not taking my eyes off his, I shove my hand in his pants and grab his testicles.
“Do you want me to show you what I do to bad boys? You too were bad this morning, my love. Very ... very bad.”
That paralyzes him. Apparently, he’s not particularly amused that I have his balls in my hand.
“Jude ...”
I jerk off his pants and his briefs, and his colossal erection radiates before me. I shove him, and he drops into the chair. I straddle him again. “Rip off my panties.”
Said and done. Eric pulls on it, and my wetness rests right on his unyielding erection. I don’t give him time to think: I raise my body and trap him inside me. I’m so wet ... so aroused ... that his entire erection disappears inside me easily.
“Look at me,” I say. Our bodies fit together.
He does. God, this is so kinky!
“Just like this ... This is how I want you. This way, we’re always in agreement.”
My hips move, and my vagina tightens around him. He drops his pants to the floor. Eric gasps when I move and kiss him again. This time he kisses me back and begs me to keep going. I stop. We don’t move. We’re just here, enjoying the sensation, fitted together. The titillation is at its max. And then my German stands up with me still fixed to him, and he carries me to the ladder on the bookshelves and deposits me there.