Universal: Chapter 19
I was sitting on the balcony in the cool morning air, just getting off the phone when Eric appeared.
“Aren’t you cold?” he asked.
“No, not really. It’s such a beautiful morning.”
I stood and kissed him and he squeezed me tightly before breaking the kiss.
“Who are you calling?” he asked.
“The hotel. I wanted to make sure we get the same room. I told the guy it was our lucky room. He probably thought we won big while we stayed there before.”
“Or maybe that we got lucky in it,” he said with a smirk.
“Anyway, we got it.”
“Good. Now come back inside. I’m cold.”
It had been exactly one year since Eric and I had stayed at The Venetian and now we were headed back to Vegas again. Felipe DeCastro had another show he wanted to discuss with Eric. This one was at The Bellagio, and we could have stayed there for free, but we both decided we wanted to go back to The Venetian.
Eric led me back to the bedroom and pulled me onto the bed. He rolled me onto my back and kissed me deeply. I moaned into his mouth and reached down to push his sleep pants down so I could get my hands on what I wanted.
I wrapped my fingers around him and began to move in the way I knew he loved—in the way I loved as well. Eric broke the kiss and buried his face into my neck, lost in the pleasure of what my hand was doing for him. I loved the feeling of power this moment gave me and took my sweet time.
When his breathing became ragged, I stopped and pushed him onto his back. He smiled up at me with sleepy eyes, watching me slowly pull his pants down and toss them aside.
I kissed his foot and then his calf, slowly working my way up his leg, my eyes never leaving his. As I got closer to the holy land, he separated his legs a little more, inviting me to help myself.
I touched him with just a finger at first, tracing his impressive length, and then I followed my finger’s path with tiny soft kisses.
Eric sighed above me and I stopped watching his face and focused all my attention on my task at hand.
I began to lick where I had placed my kisses and then wrapped my hand around him, moving it up and down slowly. My tongue swirled around the tip and I opened my mouth to take him in.
And then I stopped.
Eric reached down and touched the top of my head to give me a gentle nudge, but I ignored him and looked up at his face.
“Now wait,” I said. “I get confused at this part. You don’t like this? Is that right?”
Eric started laughing and threw his head back in frustration. “No, I like it. I like it. Don’t stop,” he pleaded, grinning.
“Are you sure? It seems there was some confusion about that.”
“No, that’s all been resolved. I love it. I want it. I need it,” he said, laughing.
“Oh, okay,” I said and returned to my kissing and licking. But then I stopped again. “Wait, now, this isn’t safe, is it? What if I get some nasty social disease?”
“You won’t, I promise. I’ve had all my shots.”
“Hmmm,” I said, continuing my kisses and moving my hand again. “I don’t know … ”
“I promise, I’m clean as a whistle,” he continued, breathing a little heavily. “The only way I have something is if I got it from my wife.”
I stopped again.
“Your wife?” I asked, shocked. “You have a wife?”
He held up his left hand and showed me his ring.
“Oh, no, no, no, I don’t do married men,” I said, but my hand had begun moving again and speeding up a little. “I might be a hooker with a heart of gold, but I have standards,” I teased.
“My wife won’t mind,” he said, closing his eyes in ecstasy.
I could see he was ready and frankly, I couldn’t take it any more either. So I just said, “Oh, in that case,” and put him in my mouth.
He relaxed back onto the bed and put both of his hands on my head, groaning loudly and began pushing his hips up to meet my descending mouth. We quickly found the rhythm we both loved and were lost in the pleasure of what I was doing for him. This was one of my favorite things in the world, and I was happy in the knowledge that he felt the same way.
I could tell he was getting close. Just as I thought we were heading down that special path, he pulled my head a little and I stopped. He was on me, kissing me and pulling at my nightgown until he was able to get it over my head between kisses. Then my panties were yanked down my legs and they disappeared.
He pushed me down onto the bed and devoured me with kisses, his hands hungrily exploring. When his finger slipped inside me, I moaned in pleasure.
He broke the kiss and moved down my body, saying “Ladies first,” before licking me with gusto.
This time it was my turn to hold his head as he pleasured me. I mumbled, “But I’m not a lady. I’m a trashy whore.”
I felt him laughing and it made me smile. “That’s what I’ve heard,” came from below my waist, muffled by … well … my muff.
I could feel the tingling that indicated I was on my way and said, “Don’t stop, baby.”
He continued what he was doing and I just relaxed, knowing what was coming—me, actually.
I held him to me and cried out when I came and he pressed his tongue and finger into me just the way I liked it while I rode out my orgasm.
He licked his way up my body until his tongue was in my mouth and I reached down and guided him inside me. We both kind of grunted in pleasure and started to move together.
It took mere seconds for me to hit my second orgasm, and he stopped to watch me. Then he went into serious mode, pounding into me, sucking on my breasts, both of us grunting like beasts. It was pure carnal pleasure.
When I could tell he was getting close, I reached down and grabbed his perfect behind and pulled him to me closer and closer. As he started to come, he threw his head back and moaned loudly. I loved watching his face when he had an orgasm and he was thoughtful to give me a good view of this particular one.
When he was all through, he kind of collapsed on top of me and I held him, stroking his damp back.
He mumbled, “Oh my god,” into my neck and I just said, “Mmm, hmm,” in agreement. It was a good one.
Once his breathing slowed down some, he raised his head, smiling at me and gave me a soft kiss.
Then he pulled back a little and we just stared at each other for awhile, in complete bliss.
I pushed his hair back and he took my hand and kissed my wedding band, saying, “I love you so much.”
“I love you too, sweetie,” I replied.
He took a deep breath and said, “I love it when you call me that.”
“I know,” I answered and he kissed me again before resting his head on the pillow beside me.
We lay like that for a long time, which was what we usually did. I loved that we knew each other so well and that we knew just what we both wanted without having to say a word. It was just one of the many things I loved about being married to Eric.
It hadn’t always been that way, of course. In the beginning, we were really about as horrible as you can imagine at knowing each other well. We’d had the most ridiculous misunderstandings possible and the rockiest of starts.
But once we sorted all that out, things between us were as smooth as silk and we never hit another snag.
Maybe the way we started was actually a good thing because it insured that we never took each other for granted. And it made us quicker to forgive each other for even the smallest mistakes and we were much kinder to each other than I would imagine many couples are at first. We were so careful to talk things out since we’d been so bad at it in the beginning.
I suppose it’s kind of a universal notion that nobody’s perfect, that we all make mistakes, that we’re only human. But that only makes us interesting, really. And just because we’re not perfect doesn’t mean we can’t have perfect lives. My life with Eric has certainly proven that, and for that I’ll always be grateful.