Part 69

Part 69

"Where are we?"

"Shanghai."

"Do you know who the people are that's after us?"

"No, it doesn't matter. We're safe now."

"For how long?"

"For as long as we stay in Shanghai we're safe."

Well that settles that, I stand to my feet to get fresh supplies to clean Eric's wound. By the time I got back to the room, he was sitting on the edge of the bed completely nude and erect. I didn't know what to do first, if I should freshen his dressings or dress him with my mouth. Against my better judgement I cleaned his wounds first, administering fresh bandages, and making sure they were secure because things were getting hot because even with a huge gash and over twenty stitches he was all hands.

Standing in front of him with a hand full of bloody gauze he picks up a trash can that sat along side of the bed while kissing my belly button. Freeing my hands, I place one on the base of his neck, and the other grasping his hand that's firmly pressed against my left but cheek. Suddenly, he began to moan, letting me know that he wanted me, he wanted all of me. Wrestling him down to the bed, I climb on top of him taking little rough nibbles of his body. I know what excites him, I know what pleases him, and it's my desire to do just that.