"Shit, what? For real?"- I asked, surprised.

He nodded:" Yeah. We haven't had sex for years now. We are trying every once in a while but it just doesn't work. We tried everything. But you-" he stepped closer and put his hands on my ass. He squeezed it roughly. His lips moved to my neck as he whispered:"I get rock hard just looking at you."

His words sent shivers down my spine and I felt the familiar excitment between my thighs. I inhaled his scent, he smelled so fucking good all the time.

I put my fingers in his hair, pulling it lightly. "Fuck, Eric. Don't do this to me." Every concern I had disappeared and all I could focus on was his touch. His fingers trailed up and down my thighs making me want to tear the fabric that's stopping him to touch my bare skin. "I really want to fuck you right now." His eyes piercied mine again as his arms held me tight around my hips. His grip was firm, strong and I felt like a little helpless girl under his touch. I couldn't move, I couldn't speak. My mind went blank.

He kept his gaze, waiting for me to answer. "I-I,um, I mean, yes. Yes, I want you to fuck me too. Please." He answered with a giggle and I felt like a complete idiot. Now it's not the time to feel confused or shy, bitch!

He wrapped his hand around my neck lighty. "Maybe you shouldn't want that. You don't know how rough I fuck." He was already fucking me with those words, god. If his words already make me this wet, what does his dick do?

I put my hand on his, squeezing it a little."I think I can handle it."