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“Open up so he can penetrate you and so I can see. You know what I mean, love?”
I signal yes as a new excitement takes over me.
Moments later, a pair of unknown hands takes me by the hips and begins to slowly introduce an erection into my vagina. His penis is hard and thick but not as long as Eric’s. I let him penetrate me over and over, and I moan with delight at each thrust while I hear Marisa’s breathing next to me as Eric gives her a whole lot of pleasure.
Just thinking about the scene revs me up even more. In my mind, I see the two of us tied to the bed, our asses on point, and our men fucking us and demanding more.
I hear Eric grunt and see him coming. Mario catches me looking and lifts me up, bombarding his thick penis in and out of me. He squeezes me brusquely, and then we finally both come. Now just beat, I’m breathing with my mouth open on top of the sheets when I feel Eric touch me and undo my hands. He kisses my wrists.
“C’mon ... love. You need a bath.”
He takes me in his arms and cradles me against his chest. He kisses my forehead.
“I love you,” he says.
I smile.
“I love you too.”
What we have just experienced has left me fatigued, but his words make my heart beat faster. The Jacuzzi’s going. He sets me gently in the water.
“Squat and hold on to the edge.”
I do everything he says. I squat, and the water comes up to my waist. It feels so good. I hear him turn on the shower for himself. When he closes the tap, he gets into the Jacuzzi and starts to wash me. He shampoos my hair, gives me a head massage, and then gently rinses out the shampoo. He asks me to turn around. Our eyes meet. He soaps me up with his hands, and as he rinses me off, he kisses me on the shoulder.
“There we go, love ...”
Eric is hard as a rock. He gets out of the Jacuzzi and holds his hand out to me. I take it and step out too. My legs are shaking, and I make him sit down on the closed toilet. I straddle him. I take his penis and guide it inside me.
“Oh God, Jude ...”
“Now you,” I whisper. “Now you ...”
I close my eyes as his penis taps my uterus. I throw my head back and clench my pelvis. Eric gasps and I do too. His wet hands hold on to my waist, and he presses me to him. I love when he does this. Feeling his giant erection all the way up inside me is hallucinatory, and I contract my pelvis again. We both pant.
“Like that, baby, take me ... You’re mine.”
His orders are the song I need to hear.
I rub my sex against him and clench again. My sex engulfs him, and each inch of him embedded in me makes me feel as if I’m going to split.
I lean back and Eric huffs; I open my mouth, desperate for air. We have such electricity between us. Every time I thrust, he moans. Every time he moans, I thrust. My hips become more insistent, more delirious. His hammering is more profound, more even.
“You’re mine,” I say when I think I’m going to come, “only mine.”
From his throat comes a guttural sound, like a roar, and I grunt. Eric embeds himself completely in me while our fluids stream down our legs. I hold on to him, and our rhythms slow and come to a halt as he kisses my hair. For a few minutes, we don’t move; we just embrace. Then he takes a towel and throws it over us. I’m shaking.
My hair is wet and all over my face. Eric gives me a million sweet kisses. He pushes my hair away. I’m still sitting on him and can feel his erection diminishing.
“Eric ...”
“Yes, love?”
“Are you all right?”
I can see he’s pleased I’m worried about him.
“I’m perfect, my love, and you?”