Page 72 of Tell Me What You Want

I don’t want him to be gone. I quickly get up. When I come into the living room, I see him putting some drops in his eyes and swallowing something he chases with a glass of water. Then he sits down, puts in my earbuds to listen to my iPod, and closes his eyes. I watch him for a bit and smile. He’s just listening to music.

When he hears me, he opens his eyes and gets up.

“Are you OK?”

“Yes, it’s just that when I didn’t see you, I thought you’d left.”

“I don’t sleep much, like I told you.”

“I saw you taking something ... What was it?”

“Aspirin. I have a headache,” he says, flashing an enchanting smile.

I accept his answer and move to the kitchen. I need a drink of water.

When I open the fridge, I see the truffles and decide to have one. I drink my water, put a couple of truffles on a tray, and return to the living room. Sitting on the couch, Eric grins when he sees me.

“Hmm ...”

Feeling good, I smile back at him, but I realize he looks tired. That’s normal, though, if a person doesn’t sleep. I sit beside him.

“I love this song.”

I take one of the earbuds from him, put it up to my ear, and hear Malú’s voice.

“Me too. The lyrics remind me of us.”

He nods. I pick up one of the truffles and nibble at it.

“Can I try that truffle?”

“Of course.”

When I see he’s going to take a bite of the truffle out of my hand, I bring it to my mouth and rub it up against my lips.

“You can try it now,” I whisper.

He obeys without complaint. His lips meet mine, calmly and with such restraint that he instantly turns me on. He sucks them, licks, and then finishes with a sweet kiss.

“Exquisite, the truffle too.”

No sooner has he said that than I put the rest of the truffle down. I take off my pj’s and, standing in just my underwear, straddle him.

Up until now, I’ve had three addictions: Coke, strawberries, and chocolate. But now I can add an even stronger and more powerful compulsion: Eric. I want him ... No matter the hour, the moment, or the place ... I want him.

“What are you doing, Jude?”

“What do you think?”

“I have a headache, babe ...”

I kiss him in response. A hot kiss, full of lust and longing.

“Jude, not now ...”

“Yes, Eric, now. I want you. I want you to fuck me. I want you to enjoy yourself with me. I want everything you want, and I want it now.”

He carefully surrounds my waist with his arms. I can see that he wasn’t expecting my demands and they turn him on. My hips take on a life of their own as they move on top of him. His response is immediate.