“You’re beautiful,” he says.
Hearing his hoarse voice charged with such yearning makes me smile, and when he offers me his hand, I accept. He stands up and kisses me, and I feel his powerful hands all over my body. He pushes me down on the bed, and I feel small. Eric Zimmerman looks at me with so much pride, a whimper escapes me when he takes my legs and separates them.
He takes off his shirt, and I moan again. This man’s torso is impressive. With his pants still on, he gets on all fours and covers me. Then he grabs one of the gadgets he gifted me.
“When a man gives a woman one of these,” he murmurs as he shows it to me, “it’s because he wants to play with her, because he wants to make her throb. He wants her to melt in his hands, to fully enjoy her orgasms. Never forget that.”
I nod like a fool, and he continues. “Now close your eyes and open your legs for me,” he whispers. “I promise this is going to be wonderful.”
I’ve never used a vibrator on my clit, and hearing him like this embarrasses me, but it also really turns me on. Eric takes note of my indecision and delicately places his hand on my chin and kisses me.
“Jude, do you trust me?” he asks when he pulls away.
I’m afraid of the unknown, but I’m so aroused that, finally, I nod again. He kisses me, and an instant later, he vanishes from sight. I feel him getting comfortable between my legs as I stare at the ceiling and bite my lips. I’ve never been laid bare like this for a man. Up to now, my experiences have been of the conventional sort; suddenly, I find myself tossed on the bed, legs spread before a stranger who—to top it off—is actually my boss!
“I love that you’re completely bare,” he breathes.
He kisses my inner thighs while gently caressing me. I tremble. He bends my legs, and I close my eyes to avoid looking at the outlandish view I must be offering him. Then I feel his fingers on my vagina. This causes me to tremble again, and when I sense his warm mouth on me, I jump. Eric begins to move his tongue like he does when it’s in my mouth. First, a lash, then again, and my legs open more and more of their own free will. His tongue moves on my clit. Surrounds it. The moment it swells to meet him, he pinches it with his lips and tugs. I’m breathless.
I hear a purr. The vibrator. Eric runs it over my inner thighs, and I shiver with anticipation. When he rubs it on my vaginal lips, an electrifying groan makes my eyes pop open.
“Sweetness, you’re going to love it,” I hear him say.
And he’s right.
The vibration, coupled with the anticipation of the moment, is driving me mad. With care, Eric parts the folds of my sex and places the gadget on my clit. It’s like a spark. Seconds later, he removes it, and I feel him eagerly licking me. Then he pulls back, and I feel the vibrator again. Not on my clit this time but next to it. Suddenly, an incredible heat rises from my belly. I think I’m going to burst from sheer bliss when the vibration becomes more intense. Now it’s more forceful, more devastating. More extreme. The heat concentrates on my face and temples. I’m burning up. I’ve never felt like this, ever.
I’m going to go up in flames!
When he comes back over me and kisses my mouth, I ravage his lips, yearning for more.
“Tell me what you want,” he says as he kisses me over and over.
The tone of his voice when he says that unnerving phrase thrills me even more. I take him at his word and tug on his belt.
“I need you in me now!”
He responds with urgency to my plea.
“Do you use any kind of birth control?” he asks.
“Yes, the pill.”
“Even so,” he murmurs, “I’ll use a condom.”
He quickly takes off his pants and briefs. He’s completely naked in front of me, and I tremble at the sight of him. Eric is gorgeous. Strong and masculine. His penis, scandalously erect, is ready for me. I stretch my hand and touch it. Smooth. He closes his eyes.
“Stop or I won’t be able to give you what you want.”
Obediently, I pause as he uses his teeth to break the condom free of its packaging. He puts it on and gets on top of me without a word. He places my legs on his shoulders, and without taking his eyes off me, slowly penetrates me.
“Yes, sweetness, yes.”
Pinned by his weight and motionless, I welcome him in.
“Oh yes, I like that!”
His solid, rigid penis makes me feel feral. He threads right through me, and I gasp when he rolls his hips.
“Do you like that?”
I nod, but he demands that I talk.
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to go on?”
Hungry, I grab his ass and yank him toward me. His eyes gleam and I arch in delight. Eric is powerful and possessive. His gaze, his body, his virility meet mine, and when he begins a series of rapid lunges, I come with immense satisfaction. An instant later, he takes my legs from his shoulders and places them on either side of his legs. The game continues. He takes my hips in his capable hands.
“Look at me, sweetness.”
I open my eyes.
“I want you to look at me always, OK?”
I don’t take my eyes off him as, charged up again, he pushes into me over and over. I watch his expression; the force of him makes me crazy. I open my legs as much as I can to give him room. After various forays that completely shatter me, Eric closes his eyes and comes, releasing a sexy moan. He holds me tight against him and then collapses on top of me.
7
Naked, and with his unyielding body on top of me, I try to regain control of my breathing. I tenderly caress his head and inhale his scent. It’s very masculine and I like it. I notice his mouth on my chest, and I like that too. I want to enjoy this moment for one more second, but he rolls to the side and looks over at me.
“Everything OK, Jude?”
I assent. He smiles.
A moment later, he gets up and walks out of the room. I hear the shower. I’d like to shower with him, but he hasn’t asked me. Minutes later, he’s back, nude and wet. Appetizing. But he surprises me when he picks up his briefs and puts them on.
“What are you doing?” I ask him.
“I’m getting dressed.”
“Why?”
“I have an appointment,” he says, a little short.
An appointment? He’s going to go and leave me like this?
Irritated by his lack of tact after what just happened between us, I put on my panties, bra, and T-shirt.
“Are you going for seconds with my supervisor?” I say, unable to bite my tongue.
That startles him. “I knew you were curious, but not so much that you would read something not addressed to you,” he says, scrutinizing me.
That embarrasses me. But I seem incapable of keeping my mouth shut.
“I couldn’t care less what you think,” I say.
I get up and head for the kitchen. When I turn around, he’s right behind me.
“Why don’t you just get dressed and go?” I say coolly, and raise an eyebrow.
He doesn’t respond. He just stares at me defiantly, his eyes half-lidded.
Furious, I shove him out of the way and walk back out of the kitchen, but I can feel him following me.
“Get dressed and get out of here,” I say as I turn toward him. “Get out!”
“Jude . . . ,” he says in a low voice.
“Don’t Jude me! I want you to get out of my home.”
“You know why I came over.”
“For sex.”
“Yes, I came over to show you how to use the vibrator.”
He’s so full of himself when he says that. So flippant!
“What, you think I’m so dumb, I couldn’t figure it out?” I shout, my anger rising.
“No, Jude,” he starts, “I just wanted to be the first you used it with.”
“The first?”
“Yes, the first. I’m sure that after today, you’ll use it many, many times, and always think of me.”
That coc
ky crap just kills me.
“What incredible conceit! Who do you think you are? The most irresistible man on earth?” I say, tossing caution to the wind.
“No, Jude, I don’t think any of that,” he says with a disconcerting calm as he puts on his pants. “But I am the first to use a vibrator on your body. Whether you like it or not, you can’t just erase that. So whether you play with others or solo in the future, you’ll always know I was the first.”
Hearing him say that turns me on.
What is it about this man that gets me going like this?
But I’m not ready to fall under his spell again.
“Fine, you were the first. But life is long, and I promise you won’t be the last. I should thank you. Thank you for not giving me some bland roses and instead giving me a vibrator I’m sure will be of great use to me when I’m having sex with other men. Thank you for adding this little bit of joy to my sex life.”
I hear him snort. Great. I’m pissing him off.
“A piece of advice,” he says, counter to all expectations. “Always carry the other vibrator I gave you in your bag. It’s shaped like a lipstick, and it’s so discreet that no one but you will know what it is. I’m sure you’ll find many special places to use it, alone or with company.”
That throws me off. I thought he was going to tell me to fuck off. Suddenly he grabs me by the waist and pulls me to him. I look at him, and for an instant, I’m tempted to use my knee where it would hurt most. But he touches my chin and makes me look him in the eye. Before I can say anything, his tongue licks my upper lip. He sucks my lower lip, and that’s when I feel the insistence of his penis against me.
“Do you want me to fuck you again?”
I want to say no.
I want him to get out of my apartment.
But my body does not respond to me. All I can do is keep gazing up at him while a wave of desire rises mightily inside me. What is happening to me?
“Jude, answer me,” he demands.
Knowing I can only say yes, I agree. He turns me in his arms without ceremony. He walks me over to the cabinets, places my hands on them, and pushes me forward; then he tears my panties off. I whimper. I feel him pull his wallet out of his pocket and extract a condom. He takes off his pants and his underwear with one hand while he uses the other to massage my ass. I close my eyes and imagine him putting on the condom. I don’t know what I’m doing. I only know I’m at his mercy, ready to do whatever he wants with me.
“Open your legs,” he whispers in my ear.
I do as he says while he continues to caress my butt with one hand and tangles the other in my hair to get a good hold of me.
“Yes, sweetness, just like that.”
And then, with one forceful propulsion, he penetrates me and tugs sharply on my hair. I like it! I hold on to the cabinets and feel my legs weaken. He grabs me by the waist confidently as he hammers his cock in and out of me—again and again and again—with an incredible intensity.
In this position, and shoeless, I feel very small beside him. Suddenly, the onslaught stops, and one of his hands leaves my hips and slides down to my vagina. His fingers find my slit and search for my clitoris. I gasp.
“Someday,” he says, “I’m going to fuck you while I jerk you off with my gift.”
I want him to do that right now. I don’t want him to go. I want . . . I want . . .
His advances are getting slower and slower. I move quite anxiously, trying to get him to up the rhythm. He can tell what I’m doing.
“More?” he asks, his voice raspy in my ear.
“Yes . . . yes . . . I want more.”
Then there’s a new onslaught, and it’s to the deepest part of me. I’m panting with glee.
“What else do you want?” he says, gritting his teeth.
“More.”
I scream when he penetrates me again.
“Speak clearly, sweetness. You’re wet and hot. What do you want?”
My mind works quickly. I know what I want.
“I want you to fuck me as hard as you can,” I say without giving a damn what he thinks of me. “I want . . .”
A cry escapes my lips when I feel what my words do to him. I can hear him panting too. He is forceful and fathomless, and I’m bending, ready for more and more, until I reach my climax. Seconds later, he explodes too and lets out a cry of surrender as he pushes inside me one more time. Satisfied and exhausted, I lean heavily on the cabinets. I feel him resting against my back, and that comforts me.
In a minute, I straighten up, take a long breath, and try to get some air. This time, I’m the one who goes straight to the shower, where I enjoy how the water washes down my body in privacy.
I take longer than usual. I just hope he’s gone when I get out. But when I leave the bathroom, I see him sitting nonchalantly on my bed, a glass of champagne in his hand.
I just stare at him. He’s about to say something, when I raise my hand to stop him.
“I’m pissed. And when I’m pissed, it’s best if you don’t talk to me. So if you don’t want the Cruella de Vil in me to come out, grab your things and get out of my apartment.”
He takes my hand.
“Let go of me.”
“No.” He yanks me down between his legs. “Do you want me to stay with you?”
“No.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Are you just going to answer in monosyllables?”
I nuke him with my look.
“What part of ‘I’m pissed’ don’t you understand?”
He lets me go and takes a long swallow from his glass.
“Oh, you Spanish girls and your tempers.”
I’m going to slap him.
“Fine, sweetness, I’ll go. But I’ll be back tomorrow at one. I’ll take you to lunch, and in exchange, you can show me around Madrid. What do you think?”
“Oh, I don’t think so. Let some other Spanish girl show you around Madrid. I have more important things to do than to play tourist with you,” I say with a dismissive wave.
Then he does it again. He licks my upper lip.
“I’ll come by to pick you up at one. Let’s stop fighting.”
I want to tell him to go fuck himself all the way to hell, but I can’t. His hypnotic eyes won’t let me.
“Have a good night, Jude,” he says as he pulls me with him toward the door. “And if you miss me, now you have something to play with.”
In a moment, he’s gone; and like an imbecile, I’m left staring at the door.
8
I’m sleeping like a log when I hear the sound of a door opening in my apartment. I bolt out of bed. What time is it? I peek at the clock on the nightstand. Seven past eleven. I throw myself back in bed. A small bomblike package drops on me.
“Hi, Auntieeeeeeeeee!”
It’s Luz, my niece.
I curse in silence but grab the girl and kiss her sweetly.
I adore her. Twenty minutes later and just out of the shower, I walk over to the kitchen in my robe. My sister is making breakfast while my dear Luz crushes Curro in her arms and watches cartoons.
I take a seat at the counter. “May I ask what you’re doing at my apartment at eleven o’clock on a Saturday morning?” I ask.
She looks my way and places a cup of coffee in front of me.
“He’s cheating on me,” she says in a low voice. “I’ve just discovered my jerk of a husband is cheating on me. I spend my life going to the gym, taking care of myself so that I’m always beautiful, and that asshole is cheating on me! I swear to you, I’m going to get the best lawyer and squeeze the last dime out of him. I swear . . .”
I need a sec. I raise a hand.
“How do you know he’s cheating on you?”
“I just know, end of story.”
“That’s not an answer,” I say as Luz comes into the kitchen.
“Mami, I’m going to the bathroom.”
“Don’t forget to wipe, OK?”
> Luz vanishes from sight.
“Yesterday, Pili’s mom—Pili is a friend of Luz’s—told me she realized her husband was cheating on her when he began to buy his own clothes. And in fact, two days ago, Jesús bought himself a shirt and some briefs!”
I don’t know what to tell her. They do say that’s one of the signs of a cheating partner, but that doesn’t mean it’s true across the board. And less so in my brother-in-law’s case. I really can’t imagine it.
“Listen, Raquel, that doesn’t mean anything . . .”
“Yes, that actually means quite a lot.”
“C’mon, now, you’re being hyperbolic,” I say, laughing to lighten the mood.
“Not even a little, sister o’ mine. He’s been looking at me strangely . . . like he wants to tell me something. And when we make love, he . . .”
“Don’t say another word,” I say. I really don’t want to think about my brother-in-law all hot and bothered.
Just then, Luz comes back.
“Auntie, how come this lipstick vibrates?”
I think I might die. She’s holding Eric’s gift. I leap from the counter and take it from her. Since she’s in her own world, my sister doesn’t catch on. I hide the damned lipstick in the first place I can think of—in my underwear.
“It’s a trick lipstick, my love. Haven’t you seen them?”
My niece cracks up, and I laugh along. Blessed innocence. My sister just looks at us.
Seconds later, Luz has vanished again.
By the time they leave, it’s noon, and I remember Eric’s coming to pick me up. I curse. I don’t want to go out with him. He should go out with whomever he was with last night. I go to my room, pick up my cell, and, surprised, realize I have a text. It’s Eric.
Remember: I’m coming for you at one.
Ugh. Who does he think he is?
I don’t plan to go out, I text back.
After sending it, I sigh, relieved, but my relief is short lived. The cell beeps.
Sweetness, don’t make me mad, the message says.
Don’t make him mad?
Before I have a chance to respond, there’s another text.