"I love you," he whispered in my ear and kissed my neck.
Every hair on my body stood up, and my back curved.
"I..." he interrupted me with a kiss slipping his tongue into my mouth, already caressing the roof of my mouth.
I touched his strong chest and his arms and relaxed my body so he could have more control as I put his heavy hands on my breasts, and he squeezed them hard enough to make me moan.
"Keep going," I said, leaning back, so he had a better view of my body.
Eric ripped open my silk shirt, exposing my breasts, and continued massaging them.
"You turn me on so badly," he roared, plunging his face into my breasts and flicking his tongue across the separation between them.
I dug my nails into his legs where I was leaning and felt my panties get wet. He grabbed my ass and pulled me onto his lap, making me press down, rubbing his erect penis protruding from his pants.
"You're mine," he said, moistening my nipple with the tip of his hot tongue.
Sitting on top of him, I began to move my hips gently in a circular motion to rub my crotch against his rock-hard cock.
"I'm yours, all yours," I gasped.
He looked into my eyes with a mischievous grin. Eric removed his flannel shirt, and finished ripping my shirt to leave my torso completely naked.
"Your body is perfect." he kissed one of the few stretch marks I had on my belly and moved up to the middle of my breasts with the tip of his warm tongue.
He admired me and saw perfection even where I saw a flaw, he made me feel wanted, and that turned me on even more.
"Keep kissing me. I love it," I told him.
I touched his marked abs one by one and ran down his belly button. I unbuckled his pants, reached in and grabbed his hot throbbing cock in my hand, and began to gently rub it.
Eric moaned and bit one of my breasts, gently making me curl backward.
He grabbed me with his hands and placed me on the bed, pulled me by my pants, leaving me on all fours, pulled my pants down to my knees, and spread my legs a little apart.
I stuck my breasts and my left cheek to the sheets as I looked at him from the corner of my eye.
"What a juicy ass," he said, giving me a gentle spank that stopped at my butt and started rubbing it.
I surrendered to him, waiting for him to make me his again, my mind only on him.
Eric stayed in his boxer shorts and laid his manhood on my ass while giving me wet kisses on my back when my phone started ringing.
He picked up the cell phone and turned it toward me. It was our son calling. Eric didn't wait and answered the call. Elliot turned on the camera, but Eric didn't.
"Mommy," my baby shouted excitedly.
I couldn't help but watch Eric's face that was focused on Elliot. He remained silent but admired him as if he was a piece of art and his greatest pride. My heart fluttered, and the love I felt for Eric grew more in that moment, reaffirming what I felt for him.
"Mommy, are you there?" he asked, glued to the microphone.
"Yes, I'm here," I replied, sitting on the bed. Eric sat next to me, holding the phone.
"Why did you hang up on me earlier?"
I looked at Eric, and he kept looking at our son, who was bringing his eyes close to the phone camera as if that way, he would get to see me through it.
"It's a secret I'll tell you when I get home," I said, and Eric turned to look at me with wide eyes. "I promise you're going to love it."
