Megan Maxwell - Just ask. Or let me go

Megan Maxwell

Just ask. Or let me go

With love to my crazy

and to Maxwell's amazing fans.

As you already said, where there are two, there are three!

I hope Eric and Jude

will carry you along again.

A thousand kisses.

All characters, events and incidents presented in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real or missing persons is purely coincidental.

Riviera Maya – Hotel Mezzanine

Snow-white sandy beach…

Crystal clear water...

Captivating sun...

Delicious cocktails...

...and Eric Zimmerman.

Insatiable!

This is the word that accurately describes the appetite I have for him. To your charming, handsome, sexy and lustful husband. I still don't believe it. I married Eric! For Iceman!

And now he and I are in Tulum, Mexico, enjoying our honeymoon, and I want it to never end.

I sunbathe topless, sitting in a comfortable hammock. I feel like sun rays caressing the body, and my Iceman is talking on the phone just a few meters away from me. From the frowning brows I understand that we're talking about about his company, and I smile. Tanned Eric looks stunning in his sky blue swim trunks. I look at him... examine him... and the longer I do this, the more he excites me.

Perhaps this is the Zimmerman effect?

I watch with interest as the girls sitting at the hotel bar stare at him. Of course! It’s a pleasure to look at my big guy. This picture amuses me, I smile and hold back the urge to scream: “Uh-oh, she-wolves, he’s mine!”

But there is no need for this. Eric is all, absolutely all mine, and I don’t need to shout it to the whole world.

Three days after a wonderful wedding in Munich, my new husband surprised me with an amazing romantic honeymoon trip. Now here I am, on the exotic beach of Tulum in the Mexican Caribbean, enjoying the stunning views and eager to return to our cozy room as soon as possible.

I'm thirsty. I rise from the hammock, take off my iPod headphones, put on my yellow swimsuit top and head to the beach bar.

You see, where there are two, there are three,

Life goes on as usual without stopping...

What can you do here...

Yes, where there are two, there are three. And let them talk about it.

A gentle breeze blows through my hair and I continue to hum as I approach the bar.

Why did you treat me when I was wounded?

If you break my heart again by leaving me?

Who will give me their feelings?

Who will ask me: “Always be with me”?

Who will snuggle up to me tonight if it gets cold?

Who will heal my broken heart?

I order the bartender a giant Coca-Cola with a double shot of ice, and as soon as I take the first sip, someone's arms are wrapped around my waist and someone says in my ear:

This closeness...

This is his “baby”...

Mmm... he drives me crazy and I smile when I notice how the girls at the bar blush when they're around Eric. Of course! And then, beaming with happiness, I rest the back of my head against his chest, and he kisses me on the forehead.

- Would you like a Coca-Cola?

He nods, sits down on the chair next to me, takes the glass from my hands and, after taking a huge sip, says quietly:

- Thank you. I was dying of thirst.

And, running his blue eyes over my chest, he asks with a grin:

– Why are you wearing a swimsuit top? You're depriving me of wonderful views.

– It’s somehow inconvenient to flash your breasts in a bar.

Eric smiles. I feel his excitement. Suddenly the music changes and a romantic ranchera is played.

Long live the ranchers!

What songs! How many feelings they have! I never thought that I would like them so much. Eric, who is secretly the biggest romantic I've ever met, hears this song, looks at me menacingly, approaches me, grabs me possessively around the waist and asks:

- Shall we dance, dark-skinned girl?

Yes, let me...

I'll eat it now!

I love it when he behaves at ease and his thoughts are only occupied with us.

The song that Dexter dedicated to us at the wedding is playing. Every time we hear it, we dance, forgetting about everything.

I'm crazy...

I'm head over heels in love...

I get up from my chair, and there, right at the bar, not paying attention to the tourists staring at us, we, like two lovebirds, dance to the envious glances of the girls and the wonderful voice of Luis Miguel.

If we are allowed, we will love each other all our lives.

If we are allowed, we will live in a new world.

I believe that we can see the dawn of a new day.

I think we can still be happy.

Oh my God... My God, what a moment!

This is exactly what I want - for Eric and I to be allowed to be happy. More precisely, that we allow ourselves to be like that. After all, the only thing that is clear to us is that we are like fire and water. And although we love each other madly, we are like two bombs ready to explode at any moment.

After the wedding, we never quarreled. Peace and love. We are in seventh heaven and do nothing - just kiss, shower each other with sweet words and give ourselves completely to each other.

Long live the honeymoon!

A song plays and we, two lovers, dance to it. I'm happy with Eric. We both enjoy this moment. We dance, forgetting about everything in the world, and look at each other with genuine adoration.

His look blue eyes seems to penetrate me, telling me how much he loves me. And when the song ends, my husband, my lover, my crazy love kisses me and, sitting me on a chair, whispers a few centimeters from my lips:

– I will love you all my life, as in the song.

Mom... mommy... I would eat my handsome boy right now without a trace!

About five minutes later, when we finally stop lisping and being tender in front of the embarrassed girls who are watching us, I ask:

-Have you talked to Dexter on the phone?

- No, with his companion. He wants to meet in their office tomorrow and talk about business.

– And where is their office?

- Half an hour's drive from here. On Playa del Carmen. So tomorrow morning we are going to...

- Are we going? - I interrupt him. - No... no... you wanted to say, you're going. I prefer to stay and wait for you here.

Eric raises his eyebrows. My words do not suit him. I smile and he asks:

You had to see his face! But I, wanting to insist on my own, answer:

- Eric... I'm not alone. The hotel is full of people and the beach too. Can't you see?

He frowns. Iceman is back! Statements:

“Jude, you'll be alone, and I don't like it.”

I spray:

- Listen, dear...

- No, Jude... you will come with me. “I saw a flock of hero-lovers roaming around here in search of a pretty victim, and I am categorically against my wife becoming one,” he says seriously.

These words make me burst out laughing. And, of course, it’s not funny to him.

With love to my crazy

and to Maxwell's amazing fans.

As you already said, where there are two, there are three!

I hope Eric and Jude

will carry you along again.

A thousand kisses.

All characters, events and incidents presented in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real or missing persons is purely coincidental.

Riviera Maya – Hotel Mezzanine

Snow-white sandy beach…

Crystal clear water...

Captivating sun...

Delicious cocktails...

...and Eric Zimmerman.

Insatiable!

This is the word that accurately describes the appetite I have for him. To your charming, handsome, sexy and lustful husband. I still don't believe it. I married Eric! For Iceman!

And now he and I are in Tulum, Mexico, enjoying our honeymoon, and I want it to never end.

I sunbathe topless, sitting in a comfortable hammock. I feel the sun’s rays caressing my body, and my Iceman is talking on the phone just a few meters away from me. From the frowning eyebrows I understand that we are talking about his company, and I smile. Tanned Eric looks stunning in his sky blue swim trunks. I look at him... examine him... and the longer I do this, the more he excites me.

Perhaps this is the Zimmerman effect?

But there is no need for this. Eric is all, absolutely all mine, and I don’t need to shout it to the whole world.

I'm thirsty. I rise from the hammock, take off my iPod headphones, put on my yellow swimsuit top and head to the beach bar.

You see, where there are two, there are three,

Life goes on as usual without stopping...

Yes, where there are two, there are three. And let them talk about it.

A gentle breeze blows through my hair and I continue to hum as I approach the bar.

Why did you treat me when I was wounded?

If you break my heart again by leaving me?

Who will give me their feelings?

Who will ask me: “Always be with me”?

Who will snuggle up to me tonight if it gets cold?

Who will heal my broken heart?

I order the bartender a giant Coca-Cola with a double shot of ice, and as soon as I take the first sip, someone's arms are wrapped around my waist and someone says in my ear:

This closeness...

This is his “baby”...

- Would you like a Coca-Cola?

He nods, sits down on the chair next to me, takes the glass from my hands and, after taking a huge sip, says quietly:

- Thank you. I was dying of thirst.

And, running his blue eyes over my chest, he asks with a grin:

– Why are you wearing a swimsuit top? You're depriving me of wonderful views.

– It’s somehow inconvenient to flash your breasts in a bar.

Eric smiles. I feel his excitement. Suddenly the music changes and a romantic ranchera is played.

Long live the ranchers!

- Shall we dance, dark-skinned girl?

Yes, let me...

I'll eat it now!

I love it when he behaves at ease and his thoughts are only occupied with us.

The song that Dexter dedicated to us at the wedding is playing. Every time we hear it, we dance, forgetting about everything.

I'm crazy...

I'm head over heels in love...

If we are allowed, we will love each other all our lives.

If we are allowed, we will live in a new world.

I believe that we can see the dawn of a new day.

I think we can still be happy.

Oh my God... My God, what a moment!

After the wedding, we never quarreled. Peace and love. We are in seventh heaven and do nothing - just kiss, shower each other with sweet words and give ourselves completely to each other.

Long live the honeymoon!

A song plays and we, two lovers, dance to it. I'm happy with Eric. We both enjoy this moment. We dance, forgetting about everything in the world, and look at each other with genuine adoration.

The look of his blue eyes seems to penetrate me, telling me how much he loves me. And when the song ends, my husband, my lover, my crazy love kisses me and, sitting me on a chair, whispers a few centimeters from my lips:

– I will love you all my life, as in the song.

Mom... mommy... I would eat my handsome boy right now without a trace!

About five minutes later, when we finally stop lisping and being tender in front of the embarrassed girls who are watching us, I ask:

-Have you talked to Dexter on the phone?

- No, with his companion. He wants to meet in their office tomorrow and talk about business.

– And where is their office?

- Half an hour's drive from here. On Playa del Carmen. So tomorrow morning we are going to...

- Are we going? - I interrupt him. - No... no... you wanted to say, you're going. I prefer to stay and wait for you here.

Eric raises his eyebrows. My words do not suit him. I smile and he asks:

You had to see his face! But I, wanting to insist on my own, answer:

- Eric... I'm not alone. The hotel is full of people and the beach too. Can't you see?

He frowns. Iceman is back! Statements:

“Jude, you'll be alone, and I don't like it.”

I spray:

- Listen, dear...

- No, Jude... you will come with me. “I saw a flock of hero-lovers roaming around here in search of a pretty victim, and I am categorically against my wife becoming one,” he says seriously.

These words make me burst out laughing. And, of course, it’s not funny to him.

Megan Maxwell

Just ask. Or let me go

With love to my crazy

and to Maxwell's amazing fans.

As you already said, where there are two, there are three!

I hope Eric and Jude

will carry you along again.

A thousand kisses.

All characters, events and incidents presented in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real or missing persons is purely coincidental.

* * *

Riviera Maya – Hotel Mezzanine

Snow-white sandy beach…

Crystal clear water...

Captivating sun...

Delicious cocktails...

...and Eric Zimmerman.

Insatiable!

This is the word that accurately describes the appetite I have for him. To your charming, handsome, sexy and lustful husband. I still don't believe it. I married Eric! For Iceman!

And now he and I are in Tulum, Mexico, enjoying our honeymoon, and I want it to never end.

Perhaps this is the Zimmerman effect?

But there is no need for this. Eric is all, absolutely all mine, and I don’t need to shout it to the whole world.

I'm thirsty. I rise from the hammock, take off my iPod headphones, put on my yellow swimsuit top and head to the beach bar.

How delightful the weather is!

You see, where there are two, there are three,

Life goes on as usual without stopping...

What can you do here...

Yes, where there are two, there are three. And let them talk about it.

A gentle breeze blows through my hair and I continue to hum as I approach the bar.

Why did you treat me when I was wounded?

If you break my heart again by leaving me?

Who will give me their feelings?

Who will ask me: “Always be with me”?

Who will snuggle up to me tonight if it gets cold?

Who will heal my broken heart?

I order the bartender a giant Coca-Cola with a double shot of ice, and as soon as I take the first sip, someone's arms are wrapped around my waist and someone says in my ear:

This closeness...

This is his “baby”...

- Would you like a Coca-Cola?

He nods, sits down on the chair next to me, takes the glass from my hands and, after taking a huge sip, says quietly:

- Thank you. I was dying of thirst.

And, running his blue eyes over my chest, he asks with a grin:

– Why are you wearing a swimsuit top? You're depriving me of wonderful views.

– It’s somehow inconvenient to flash your breasts in a bar.

Eric smiles. I feel his excitement. Suddenly the music changes and a romantic ranchera is played.

Long live the ranchers!

- Shall we dance, dark-skinned girl?

Yes, let me...

I'll eat it now!

I love it when he behaves at ease and his thoughts are only occupied with us.

The song that Dexter dedicated to us at the wedding is playing. Every time we hear it, we dance, forgetting about everything.

I'm crazy...

I'm head over heels in love...

If we are allowed, we will love each other all our lives.

If we are allowed, we will live in a new world.

I believe that we can see the dawn of a new day.

I think we can still be happy.

Oh my God... My God, what a moment!

After the wedding, we never quarreled. Peace and love. We are in seventh heaven and do nothing - just kiss, shower each other with sweet words and give ourselves completely to each other.

Long live the honeymoon!

A song plays and we, two lovers, dance to it. I'm happy with Eric. We both enjoy this moment. We dance, forgetting about everything in the world, and look at each other with genuine adoration.

– I will love you all my life, as in the song.

Mom... mommy... I would eat my handsome boy right now without a trace!

About five minutes later, when we finally stop lisping and being tender in front of the embarrassed girls who are watching us, I ask:

-Have you talked to Dexter on the phone?

- No, with his companion. He wants to meet in their office tomorrow and talk about business.

– And where is their office?

- Half an hour's drive from here. On Playa del Carmen. So tomorrow morning we are going to...

- Are we going? - I interrupt him. - No... no... you wanted to say, you're going. I prefer to stay and wait for you here.

Eric raises his eyebrows. My words do not suit him. I smile and he asks:

You had to see his face! But I, wanting to insist on my own, answer:

- Eric... I'm not alone. The hotel is full of people and the beach too. Can't you see?

He frowns. Iceman is back! Statements:

“Jude, you'll be alone, and I don't like it.”

I spray:

- Listen, dear...

- No, Jude... you will come with me. “I saw a flock of hero-lovers roaming around here in search of a pretty victim, and I am categorically against my wife becoming one,” he says seriously.

These words make me burst out laughing. And, of course, it’s not funny to him.

How excited I get when he is jealous! I get up from the chair and move even closer to him, hug his neck and whisper:

“The only hero-lover that interests me is you.” My mega lover! And by the way, I know how to take care of myself. Moreover, you get up very early, right? “My big man nods, squeezes me by the waist, and I add, like a capricious princess: “And I don’t want to get up early.” I want to sleep and when I wake up, I will sunbathe until you return. What's the problem?

I kiss him. I love kissing him. And, having finished, I add with an innocent smile:

- Let's go to the room.

- We talked about...

“It’s just that when you’re so serious and businesslike,” I interrupt, “you turn me on like a motorcycle.” I want you.

Eric smiles. Excellent!

He runs his hand through the hair at the back of my head and presses his lips into mine... He kisses me with such rapture that the girls sitting at the bar freeze.

That's it, there's no point in staring!

Not paying attention to who is looking at us, Eric takes me in his arms and, without thinking twice, carries me to where I asked.

When we get to the door, my hero-lover is already one hundred percent turned on. Jumping, I open the door with the card, and he, once inside, closes the door with his foot. He won't let me go. He carries him to the bed, lowers him onto it and quietly says:

- I'll get the Jacuzzi.

Megan Maxwell

Just ask. Or let me go

With love to my crazy

and to Maxwell's amazing fans.

As you already said, where there are two, there are three!

I hope Eric and Jude

will carry you along again.

A thousand kisses.

All characters, events and incidents presented in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real or missing persons is purely coincidental.

* * *

Riviera Maya – Hotel Mezzanine

Snow-white sandy beach…

Crystal clear water...

Captivating sun...

Delicious cocktails...

...and Eric Zimmerman.

Insatiable!

This is the word that accurately describes the appetite I have for him. To your charming, handsome, sexy and lustful husband. I still don't believe it. I married Eric! For Iceman!

And now he and I are in Tulum, Mexico, enjoying our honeymoon, and I want it to never end.

Perhaps this is the Zimmerman effect?

But there is no need for this. Eric is all, absolutely all mine, and I don’t need to shout it to the whole world.

I'm thirsty. I rise from the hammock, take off my iPod headphones, put on my yellow swimsuit top and head to the beach bar.

You see, where there are two, there are three,

Life goes on as usual without stopping...

What can you do here...

Yes, where there are two, there are three. And let them talk about it.

A gentle breeze blows through my hair and I continue to hum as I approach the bar.

Why did you treat me when I was wounded?

If you break my heart again by leaving me?

Who will give me their feelings?

Who will ask me: “Always be with me”?

Who will snuggle up to me tonight if it gets cold?

Who will heal my broken heart?

I order the bartender a giant Coca-Cola with a double shot of ice, and as soon as I take the first sip, someone's arms are wrapped around my waist and someone says in my ear:

This closeness...

This is his “baby”...

- Would you like a Coca-Cola?

He nods, sits down on the chair next to me, takes the glass from my hands and, after taking a huge sip, says quietly:

- Thank you. I was dying of thirst.

And, running his blue eyes over my chest, he asks with a grin:

– Why are you wearing a swimsuit top? You're depriving me of wonderful views.

– It’s somehow inconvenient to flash your breasts in a bar.

Eric smiles. I feel his excitement. Suddenly the music changes and a romantic ranchera is played.

Long live the ranchers!

With love to my crazy

and to Maxwell's amazing fans.

As you already said, where there are two, there are three!

I hope Eric and Jude

will carry you along again.

A thousand kisses.

Megan

All characters, events and incidents presented in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real or missing persons is purely coincidental.

* * *

Chapter 1

Riviera Maya – Hotel Mezzanine

Snow-white sandy beach…

Crystal clear water...

Captivating sun...

Delicious cocktails...

...and Eric Zimmerman.

Insatiable!

This is the word that accurately describes the appetite I have for him. To your charming, handsome, sexy and lustful husband. I still don't believe it. I married Eric! For Iceman!

And now he and I are in Tulum, Mexico, enjoying our honeymoon, and I want it to never end.

Perhaps this is the Zimmerman effect?

But there is no need for this. Eric is all, absolutely all mine, and I don’t need to shout it to the whole world.

I'm thirsty. I rise from the hammock, take off my iPod headphones, put on my yellow swimsuit top and head to the beach bar.

How delightful the weather is!

You see, where there are two, there are three,

Life goes on as usual without stopping...

What can you do here... 1
Translation from Spanish songs " Broken Heart» ( original title– “Coraz?n part?o”) by Alejandro Sanz. ( Note ed.)

Yes, where there are two, there are three. And let them talk about it.

A gentle breeze blows through my hair and I continue to hum as I approach the bar.

Why did you treat me when I was wounded?

If you break my heart again by leaving me?

Who will give me their feelings?

Who will ask me: “Always be with me”?

Who will snuggle up to me tonight if it gets cold?

Who will heal my broken heart?

I order the bartender a giant Coca-Cola with a double shot of ice, and as soon as I take the first sip, someone's arms are wrapped around my waist and someone says in my ear:

This closeness...

This is his “baby”...

- Would you like a Coca-Cola?

He nods, sits down on the chair next to me, takes the glass from my hands and, after taking a huge sip, says quietly:

- Thank you. I was dying of thirst.

And, running his blue eyes over my chest, he asks with a grin:

– Why are you wearing a swimsuit top? You're depriving me of wonderful views.

– It’s somehow inconvenient to flash your breasts in a bar.

Eric smiles. I feel his excitement. Suddenly the music changes and a romantic ranchera sounds 2
Ranchera is a genre of traditional Mexican music; the songs are dedicated to themes of love, patriotism and nature. ( Note here and below. per., unless otherwise stated.)

Long live the ranchers!

- Shall we dance, dark-skinned girl?

Yes, let me...

I'll eat it now!

I love it when he behaves at ease and his thoughts are only occupied with us.

The song that Dexter dedicated to us at the wedding is playing. Every time we hear it, we dance, forgetting about everything.

I'm crazy...

I'm head over heels in love...

If we are allowed, we will love each other all our lives.

If we are allowed, we will live in a new world.

I believe that we can see the dawn of a new day.

I think we can still be happy 3
Translation from Spanish songs “If we are allowed” (original title – “Si nos dejan”) by Luis Miguel. ( Note ed.)

Oh my God... My God, what a moment!

After the wedding, we never quarreled. Peace and love. We are in seventh heaven and do nothing - just kiss, shower each other with sweet words and give ourselves completely to each other.

Long live the honeymoon!

A song plays and we, two lovers, dance to it. I'm happy with Eric. We both enjoy this moment. We dance, forgetting about everything in the world, and look at each other with genuine adoration.

– I will love you all my life, as in the song.

Mom... mommy... I would eat my handsome boy right now without a trace!

About five minutes later, when we finally stop lisping and being tender in front of the embarrassed girls who are watching us, I ask:

-Have you talked to Dexter on the phone?

- No, with his companion. He wants to meet in their office tomorrow and talk about business.

– And where is their office?

- Half an hour's drive from here. On Playa del Carmen. So tomorrow morning we are going to...

- Are we going? - I interrupt him. - No... no... you wanted to say, you're going. I prefer to stay and wait for you here.

Eric raises his eyebrows. My words do not suit him. I smile and he asks:

You had to see his face! But I, wanting to insist on my own, answer:

- Eric... I'm not alone. The hotel is full of people and the beach too. Can't you see?

He frowns. Iceman is back! Statements:

“Jude, you'll be alone, and I don't like it.”

I spray:

- Listen, dear...

- No, Jude... you will come with me. “I saw a flock of hero-lovers roaming around here in search of a pretty victim, and I am categorically against my wife becoming one,” he says seriously.

These words make me burst out laughing. And, of course, it’s not funny to him.

How excited I get when he is jealous! I get up from the chair and move even closer to him, hug his neck and whisper:

I kiss him. I love kissing him. And, having finished, I add with an innocent smile:

- Let's go to the room.

- We talked about...

“It’s just that when you’re so serious and businesslike,” I interrupt, “you turn me on like a motorcycle.” I want you.

Eric smiles. Excellent!

He runs his hand through the hair at the back of my head and presses his lips into mine... He kisses me with such rapture that the girls sitting at the bar freeze.

That's it, there's no point in staring!

Not paying attention to who is looking at us, Eric takes me in his arms and, without thinking twice, carries me to where I asked.

- I'll get the Jacuzzi.

I'm watching him.

He approaches the round bathtub a few meters from the bed, turns on the taps, turns to me and says in a voice hoarse with excitement:

“Take off your clothes, or I’ll tear this swimsuit into pieces.”

Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

I don’t need to repeat it, and with a lustful smile I quickly undress. The swimsuit is cool, yesterday I bought it in an expensive store in Tulum, it cost me a fortune. I really don't want it to end up like most of my underwear.

Seeing me rush, Eric grins. He watches me, biting his lip, and when I find myself naked, he beckons me with his finger. I obediently go. When my nipples touch the cubes on his stomach, he says hoarsely:

- Show me how much you want me.

Oh yes... of course yes!

Burning with desire, I untie the lace on his sky-blue swimming trunks. I penetrate my swimming trunks with my hand and drop to my knees. Having undressed him, I raise my eyes and look at his penis.

He's amazing!

When I see what he has prepared for me, I am drooling. I look at Eric from below, and he languidly says:

“Baby, I’m all yours.”

And then I tightly squeeze his elastic penis in my hand, run it over my face, neck and watch how his gaze fills with excitement.

Deciding to definitely enjoy this exquisite delicacy, I voluptuously run my tongue from the tip of the penis to its base.

Without taking my eyes off the smiling Eric, getting excited, I bite his dick, causing him to growl with satisfaction and take my head. I'm breathing more and more often. Oh, how I want him! Turned on to the limit, I take his penis into my mouth and feel Eric, moaning, burying his fingers in my hair. Oh yes!

I love his penis, so hard... hot and tender. I play with it a little more until Eric, unable to hold back any longer, grabs me by the hair, pulls me back so I can see him, and says tensely:

- Lie down on the bed.

I get up from the floor and follow his order. My legs give way, but I still manage to reach my goal. As I lie down on the bed, Eric, my almighty god of love, approaches me and commands with a shaky breath:

- Spread your legs.

I gasp, barely able to gasp for air. I know what he is going to do and it makes me crazy.

Eric sits down on the bed and kisses me. Hanging over me like a lion on four legs, he, tempting, now approaches me with his mouth, then moves away, causing in me an insane desire to tear him to pieces.

Kissing...biting...and lust. This is exactly what my husband does to me, and when he realizes that I am ready to do absolutely anything for him, he crawls through my body and makes me scream, ending up between my legs.

His mouth, oh, his mouth moves so insistently in the very center of my desire!

His fingers open my lips and immediately enter me again and again. And I, breathing intermittently, whisper:

- Don't stop...

Oh god...he doesn't listen to me. I'm ready to kill him. Suddenly his tongue, his wet and amazing tongue enters me and makes love to me.

Oh yes, how nice he does it!

I can barely breathe... I clutch the ivory-colored sheet in my hands and, moaning with pleasure, I move to the beat of my love, my husband, my lover.

And just when I think I'm on the edge, Eric emerges between my legs, looks at me, hovers over me and penetrates me. He does this with a powerful and sharp movement, and I, exhausted from pleasure, bend over to take him deeper.

Without letting me catch my breath, he grabs my hips tightly and continuously moves inside me, one... two... three... twenty... and it’s as if I become one with him. My legs are shaking. My body shudders wildly from his thrusts, and when heat, passion and madness rush to my head, I hear a long male groan of satisfaction. A few seconds later, a groan escapes me too, and, sweating from exertion, my man leans on me.

After holding out for thirty seconds under the hot body of my giant, I quietly say:

- Eric... I can't breathe.

He immediately rolls onto the bed, landing to my right. He always takes me to the pinnacle of pleasure, taking care of me first and foremost, and with a dazzling smile he says:

-Baby, I love you. – And, as always, he asks: “Is everything okay?”

Oh, now I'll kiss him to death!

Feeling in seventh heaven, I smile and answer:

“Everything is great, my Iceman.”

We spend the evening in our little love nest, indulging in games and pleasures. Eric shows me love, and I return it with mine. We are in magical, amazing bliss during our hot meetings.

Late in the evening, after a wonderful dinner at the hotel restaurant, Eric's phone rings. After answering the call, he puts his mobile phone on the table and explains:

- It was Roberto. I agreed to meet him at the office at eight o'clock in the morning.

I look at him cheerfully.

- Well, you already know that you get up early tomorrow!

When the meaning of my words dawns on him, he is about to say something, but I interrupt him:

- Eh, no... I told you I wouldn’t go with you. I want to sunbathe.

- Darling, stop your jealousy. I want to sleep and then sunbathe. “Then, ingratiatingly approaching my frowning hubby, I purr: “And when you return, we’ll go to the room and play again, just you and me.” What do you think of my plan?

- Okay, stubborn. I'll bring a bottle with pink stickers, how do you like that?

Chapter 2

I wake up at half past eight in the morning and hear Eric taking a shower. I want to kiss him before leaving, but I'm so sleepy that I decide to wait until he shave. Waking up again, I see that it’s already half past ten, and only one thing comes out of me:

- Wha-o-o-o-ort!

Once again, collapsing on the huge bed that I share with my beloved, I take my mobile phone and dial:

Everything is fine?

I worry about him, just as he worries about me. And a minute later I receive an answer:

Everything will be fine as soon as I'm next to you again.

Love you.

I smile like a fool, lie down on the bed and enjoy his scent, which the sheets still hold. After lying around for a bit, I open Facebook on my laptop and post a photo: Eric and I on the beach. A couple of seconds pass, and my wall is filled with comments from fellow fans. Laughing, I read something like: “Eat your hubby!”, “If you don’t want to, then I’ll eat him myself!” Or here’s another: “I would like to have an Eric like that!”

I want to laugh. One day I met these girls on a social network, now they are happy for me and never stop joking about my honeymoon. Or maybe they envy me?

After a refreshing shower, I decide to call my father. I really want to chat with him. I look at my watch and calculate the time difference. In Spain now early morning, but I know that dad is already on his feet. He, like Eric, sleeps little.

I sit down on the bed, dial the number, hear two rings and when they pick up the phone, I shout:

- Ale, papa-u-u-u-la! Hello!

- Hello, my life. How is my dark-skinned girl doing?

- Okay, dad, everything is fine! “And, hearing his satisfied laugh, I add: “Everything is great, and I’m having a great time with Eric.”

- I'm glad to hear it, my dear.

“I’m serious, dad, you need to have fun and come to me.” You should tell Bicharon and Lucen that next time you will go on vacation here. You'll love it here.

The father burst out laughing again.

- Eh, dark-skinned girl, Lucen does not leave Spain, just as red wine does not leave him. He went to your wedding in Germany only because of you. And that’s out of the question!

– Did he really not like the trip that much?

- No, daughter, I liked it. But it is very difficult for him in terms of food. In his opinion, nowhere does one eat better than at home!

- Well, then go with Bicharon and his wife. I'm sure they will be delighted.

- That's for sure... They'll really like this idea.

We chat some more. I bombard him with details, and he tells me how he's doing. He is worried about the crisis. He had to fire one of the mechanics, and this is like a knife in the heart for his father. When I manage to cheer him up again, I ask:

Is Flynn behaving well?

– He is silk and a miracle nanny for Lucia. She loves her! “I smile, imagining this picture, and he continues: “I’m serious, honey, he’s having a great time with the local kids and Luz.” These two are a dangerous bunch! By the way, you see, the little devil likes jamoncito. And he has good taste. Don't give him regular jamon, otherwise he turns to me and says: “Manuel, is this jamon missing?”

- What are you talking about!

- I'm telling you. And Pachuca's gazpacho! Oh, he's crazy about him. - I want to laugh. “There has never been a time when he went to her restaurant and didn’t order gazpacho.” And, I repeat, she and Luz get along great. She taught him to ride a bike and...

- For God's sake, dad, what if something happens to him? – I say excitedly.

Wow, I just sounded like Eric.

- Daughter, be calm... He is a strong guy, and although he crashed into the gate a couple of times...

- Pa-a-a-a-a-pa-a-a...

“Woman, there’s nothing wrong with that.” This is a child. With a couple of bruises and scratches, nothing will happen to him. But if you saw how he rides a bicycle now...

When I imagine the guys, my lips stretch into a smile. Luz and Flynn, who would have thought?

I still remember their first meeting, when my sharp-tongued niece asked: “Why doesn’t this Chinese guy talk to me?” But, to our surprise, they became friends, so much so that Flynn ordered us to go to Jerez for the entire duration of our honeymoon.

- And Raquel? – I ask, changing the subject.

“Daughter, your sister is tormenting me.”

I smile, sympathizing with him. Upon returning to Spain after my wedding, my sister decided to go to Jerez for a while to visit her father. I invited her to stay with her daughters in the house that Eric gave me, but neither she nor her father agreed to this. They wanted to be together.

“Come on, dad, what’s wrong with Raquel?”

– Your sister... is disturbing my way of life. Believe it or not, she imagines herself as the owner of the TV remote control. “I laugh, and he adds: “I’m tired of watching gossip shows, television series and melodramas.” How can she like all this nonsense?

Not knowing how to answer, I’m about to say something, but my father adds:

“And for your information, your sister said that when you come to pick up Flynn after your honeymoon, she intends to talk to Eric so that he can find her a job.” Claims she needs to start new life, and without work she cannot do this. By the way, Jesus continues to call her.

- Jesus?! And what does this stupid guy need?

“According to her, he just wants to find out how the girls are doing and talk to her.”

– Do you think she wants to return to him?

I hear my father sigh. Finally he answers:

– No, thank Christ, no, that’s for sure.

I really didn’t like the news about these calls. This dumbass ex-brother-in-law abandoned his sister when she was pregnant so he could supposedly continue his crazy life. I just hope that Raquel will be smart and not fall for the tricks of this wolf in sheep's clothing.

I understand that this topic worries my father very much, and I try to hush it up, adding:

“As for her desire to work, I’m very sorry, Dad, but I agree with her on this.”

“But listen, dark-skinned girl, with my earnings I can easily support her and the girls.” Why does she want to work?

Now understanding the intentions of my father and sister, I continue:

“Listen, dad, I’m sure Raquel is very happy with you and grateful for everything you can do for her.” But she's not going to stay in Jerez, and you know it. When we talked about it, she told you that it was just for a while and...

– But what is she going to do with the girls in Madrid? She would be here with me, I would take care of her and I would know that the three of them were okay.

I can’t help but smile: my father is just as super protective as Eric. And I humbly add:

- Dad... Raquel should go back to normal life. And if she stays with you in Jerez, she will not soon heal as before. Don't you understand?

My father is the kindest and most generous person in the whole world, and I understand him. But I also understand my sister. She wants to get ahead. Knowing her, I am confident that she will achieve this. And I hope it won't be with Jesus.

About forty-five minutes later I say goodbye to my father and go to the buffet to fill my stomach. Everything is very tasty, and I have a hard time. Oh, just a little more! Having eaten my fill, I head to the beach in my neon green swimsuit, which makes me look even darker. Going out to the beach, I look for a free sun lounger with an umbrella. I find it, go to it and fall into it.

I love the sun!

I take out my iPod, put on my headphones and turn on the song of my beloved Pablo Alboran:

If the sea separates the continents, then hundreds of seas separate us.

If I could be braver, I could tell you about my love...

That's what my heart says.

They call me crazy for not noticing how little you give me.

They call me crazy for asking the moon for you outside my window.

They call me crazy if I make a mistake and reluctantly remember you.

Megan Maxwell - Just ask. Or let me go