“Oh, my beautiful blindfolded girl,” me murmured into my
hair, his mouth felt hot on my neck and face. “You did so well,” he
breathlessly. He reached around and deftly unhooked my bra, letting my full
aching breasts fall onto his naked chest. The dark hairs of his chest felt soft
on my nipples and I enjoyed rubbing them back and forth, getting them hard. He
grabbed both breasts hard in his large hands and pulled them to his mouth
moving my entire body in the process. I moaned with pleasure and he took one
then the other into his mouth, nibbling gently.
“Harder, please, Sir, harder,” I urged, and he obliged. He
tightened his grip and squeezed them so hard I wouldn’t be surprised to see
bruises the next day. His teeth closed on my right nipple, pressure increasing
more and more until I gasped and shook. He switched to the left one that was
aching for his mouth and bit it until I could barely hold myself up. I didn’t
have to for long.
In one smooth motion he grabbed my wrists, held them in one
hand, used the other to pull me down flat on top of him so my arms were above
my head, then flipped us both over until he was holding me down with his body
weight. He still held my wrists together in one of his hands over my head and
he leaned down to kiss me, his need hard against my crotch. His right hand
touched the blindfold, then my lips, and then trailed down my naked upper half
until it found the button of my skirt. He managed to unbutton it; I was again
impressed, and worked it down over my hips as I lifted up to help the process.
My underwear followed without complaint.
I heard him make a deep rumbling sound of pleasure at the
sight of my naked body. I knew I was soaking wet, my organs swollen and
engorged. I squirmed in response, resisting his hold on my hands, hoping he
wouldn’t let go. He didn’t. He curled his body next to mine so I could feel his
cock against my hip and I felt his hand rest gently over me. I lifted my hips
to rub against his hand, asking for more contact. He began to touch me gently
and I felt his fingers on my swollen lips, then he slid two fingers inside me,
exploring. I moaned and moved my hips trying to tell him how much I wanted him.
He withdrew his hand and began to rub my engorged clitoris, slowly, rhythmically,
like there was nothing else he’d rather be doing. He took one nipple into his
mouth and bit me hard. I resisted again at my wrists more to feel his strength
and control than because I actually wanted him to release me. My breathing
increased, and my hips bucked in climax as he brought me to orgasm with his
hands. He wrapped himself around me as much as he could while holding me down
and rode the waves of pleasure with me. As I began to relax I felt him move
away from me.
“Stay,” he grunted as he squeezed my wrists tightly, and he
rolled off the bed. I heard him fumble with his jeans and then drop them to the
floor. There was a crackle that I assumed was him tearing open a condom
wrapper. I was still feeling aftershocks rumble through my body, the aching
need to be filled that the climax created. I wanted to feel his weight on me
again, holding my body down. I didn’t have to wait long.
And he was there, one hand again holding my wrists above my
head, his knees spreading my legs apart. I felt the head of his cock touch my
tender clit as he rubbed it up and down my slick wetness teasing me and
moistening him.
“Oh please,” I moaned, “please, please, please.” It was all
I could manage to articulate in that moment. He knew what I wanted, he’s the
one who created the need, and he was the one I needed to sate it.
He entered me slowly, and I opened up to him. I don’t know
how he did it having stopped already twice tonight, and then holding himself
back to bring me to climax first. It was excruciating in its sweetness how
gentle he started, when I wanted him to slam into me. And soon he did, harder
and harder, I took him all the way into me. He let himself down until his full
weight was on me before he released my wrists. He grabbed my shoulders with
both hands taking his pleasure then moved to grab my bottom, lifting my pelvis
to meet his own.
My arms finally free I wrapped them around him, nails
digging into his back as he pounded into me. He found my mouth and he groaned
into me as I finally heard him reach his own climax. His body shuddered, once,
twice, and then he was still, his full weight on my body. He was heavy, and my
ribcage was restricted, but I wouldn’t have had it any other way. I held him as
his breathing returned to normal, his face buried in my hair above my shoulder.
Eventually he did come back to life and he propped himself
up on an elbow to kiss me. First each eye behind the black silk blindfold, then
the tip of my nose, then gently my mouth. He moved slowly now, calmly seeking
connection, even though he was still inside me growing soft. He reached down
with his hand, withdrew, and then rolled off of me and onto his feet. I felt a
brief sense of loss without him there inside me. I heard him stumble into the
bathroom to clean up. A process that I was quickly realizing I would need to
take care of in short order. I wondered how that was going to work.
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