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I enjoy his kiss and hold him against me.
“Fuck me.”
Eric stands up and slides shut the latch I put on the door.
“With pleasure, Miss Flores. Take your clothes off,” he says while he takes off his tie.
Not wasting time, I undress. When I’m totally naked in front of him, and he’s naked in front of me, he sits on the bed and says, “Come ...”
He moves his face toward my mound and kisses it. He rubs his hands over my body and whispers as I move to sit on my haunches above him. With his hands, he spreads me open.
“You ... are the only woman I desire.”
His penis slips into me, and he pushes it in all the way.
“You ... are the center of my life.”
I move, seeking my pleasure, and he gasps.
“You ... are the man I love and the man I want to trust.”
My hips rock back and forth, and then I’m the one gasping. Eric gets up, lays me down on the bed, and, climbing on top of me, penetrates me deeply.
“You ... are mine like I’m yours. Don’t doubt me, baby.”
A strong thrust makes his cock glide all the way to my cervix, and I arch my body.
“Look at me,” he commands.
I look at him as he goes deeper and deeper.
“I could only make love like this to you; you’re the only one I desire. I enjoy playing games with only you.”
Eric grips me around the waist, presses me against him, and says wonderful, lovely things, and I enjoy them as much as I enjoy what he’s doing to me. For a few minutes, he moves in and out of me, strong ... fast ... intense.
“Tell me you trust me as much as I trust you,” he demands.
He plunges inside me again and gives me a slap on the ass, waiting for my answer. I look at him. I don’t answer, and he grabs me by the shoulders so his thrusts are even fiercer.
“Say it!” he demands.
“I trust you ... yes ... I trust you,” I say, going out of my mind.
A wolfish smile spreads across his face; he holds me around the waist and lifts me up. He handles me however he wants. I adore it! He pins me against the wall and thrusts inside me boldly again and again while I wrap my legs around his waist and arch my body to receive him.
Oh yes, yes, yes!
My moans are muffled when I bite into his shoulder as I reach my climax, and then and only then does he let himself go. Naked and sweaty, we stay wrapped in each other’s arms, still leaning against the wall. I love Eric. I love him with all my heart.
“I love you, Jude ... ,” he says, lowering me to the floor. “Please, don’t doubt it, darling.”
Five minutes later, we’re in the shower. He makes love to me there again. We’re insatiable.
When Eric leaves, I wave goodbye. I trust him. I want to trust him. I know how important I am in his life, and I’m sure he won’t let me down.
Marta comes to pick me up a while later, and we disappear into Munich traffic.
We arrive at an elegant store and once inside, I see the store belongs to Anita, Marta’s friend who was with us at the Cuban bar. We choose a few dresses, the prettiest and most expensive ones, and walk over to the spacious and well-lit changing room.