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He leans down, places his tongue on my wet sex, and sucks. He zeros in on my clit, surrounds it with his tongue, and plays with it. He pampers it. He stretches it. He devours it. He drives me crazy. When he has me just how he wants, he picks up the showerhead again. Using two fingers, he separates the folds of my sex, and I feel the streams directly on my swollen clit.
This is electrifying!
I twist while he holds me down. The streams continue shooting forcefully on my clit and provoking hundreds of sensations. Heat envelops my body. When I orgasm, he lets go of the showerhead and brings his hard penis to my vagina. With one push, he drives deep into me.
“All right, sweetness ... I’m going to take your word for it. I’m going to ask you to give me what I want.”
Spread out on the shower floor with Eric taking me so completely, I let him move me around however he likes. He continues pumping into me. As my sex tightens with each lunge, his penis grazes my clit so that soon I’m vibrating and beyond control. I have yet another marvelous orgasm, this time in unison with him.
An instant later, he’s at my side, and the two of us are lying there on the floor of that enormous shower, staring at the ceiling while water continues to plummet all around us. His hand looks for mine and squeezes it. He brings it to his mouth, kissing my knuckles.
“Jude ...,” he says, “what are you doing to me?”
39
At nine in the evening, after that stupendous shower experience (which I’m sure everyone in the world heard), we go down hand in hand to the living room. There we find Frida and Andrés making out, but they stop when they see us.
We all go to the dining room and sit down around a marvelous table. Eric holds my chair for me and sits beside me. He looks happy. This is his world, and it’s obvious he’s comfortable here. The staff pours us wine and then serves an exquisite lobster. Eric orders a Coke for me. Between laughter and conversation, we finish the first course, and then they serve us the second, a delicious meat dish. After we’re done with the last treat, a heavenly ice cream they offer us as dessert, Frida suggests we go out to the garden.
After attending to a phone call, Eric comes and sits by my side. I feel his constant caresses and notice he’s more introspective than he was just minutes ago. Even so, we talk into the wee hours of the morning, when we all decide to turn in.
The sun pierces the giant window in our room when I wake up the next day. I’m alone in the room, and I stretch out on the bed. The sheets smell of Eric, and that pleases me. Remembering how he made love to me the night before excites me, revs me up, but instead of going down that road, I get up, go to the bathroom, and wash up.
As I get dressed, I hear a buzz. It’s Eric’s cell. I find it on the nightstand and seeBettaon the screen. That name again.
As I arrive in the living room, I hear Andrés, Frida, and Eric laughing, but I’m surprised to find another man and woman with them. They introduce me to Frida’s parents, who have come to take Glen with them on vacation. I give Eric his cell and tell him he had a call from a certain Betta. He nods, puts it away in his pant pocket, and goes on like normal. Frida’s parents and baby Glen will leave tonight.
When I wake up the next morning, I am once more alone in the bed. After I brush my teeth, I go out to the pool. Andrés grabs me and throws me in the water. We all laugh and have a good time. At about two in the afternoon, the four of us take Andrés’s car to go shopping in Cádiz. We have just received an invitation to a Roaring Twenties theme party, and we have to buy something to wear.
We get home at around one in the morning and go sit out on the gorgeous terrace. I like to feel Eric so close, so receptive, so attentive to me. Andrés goes to the kitchen to retrieve a bottle of champagne. After that first one, there’s a second, which I drink more slowly but enjoy nonetheless.
Frida and Andrés are incredible hosts. They want us to feel at home, and the warm welcome they give us ensures that we do. At about three o’clock in the morning, it’s really hot, and Frida suggests we take a dip in the pool.
I immediately accept and rush up to the room to put on my bikini. When I come down, Frida is already in the water with Andrés, and Eric is waiting for me at the edge of the pool. As soon as I come near him, he grabs me to throw me in, but I take us both down in a big splash. Between laughing and partying, we hang out for a bit until Frida and I go sit on the pool’s wide steps while Eric and Andrés swim laps.
When the guys come back to join us, Andrés locks on to Frida’s foot and drags her out to the middle of the pool. She protests, but two seconds later, she is laughing uproariously. Playfully, Eric takes me in his arms and has me straddle him.
The water comes up to about our waists, and soon his hands are sneaking under my bikini and touching me. Nervous, I give him a scolding look, and he laughs.
“Eric!” I say in reprimand. “Don’t do that. They can see us.”
His answer is a torrid kiss that quickly warms my soul. His mouth and hands already have me at the prelaunch point he likes so much.
“Calm down, sweetness,” he whispers, while taking a quick look at our hosts. “Neither Andrés nor Frida is going to freak out about this.”
Curious, I follow his gaze to the other couple and see them ardently kissing. In fact, I see Andrés unbutton the top of Frida’s bikini and let it float away on the surface of the water. I quickly come back to Eric, hoping for an explanation.
“Yes, little girl ... they like to play too.”
I start to shiver when the other two come up to us, and it’s not from the cold. Frida is frisky and gets out of the pool. She sits on the edge next to us, her breasts shiny and slippery, while Andrés comes up behind me and puts his hands on my waist. Seeing the expression on my face, Eric shakes his head; Andrés lets go immediately and gets out of the pool. He kisses Frida, and they both disappear into the chalet.
I don’t know what to do with myself, but I feel my vagina becoming slick and opening inside.
Noticing how tense I am, Eric gets up from the steps and, without letting me go, swims to the middle of the pool. I desperately hold on to him.
“Relax, sweetness. When you’re with me, you’ll never do anything you don’t want to do.”
“Do they,” I whisper, “play the same games you play?”