My long sleeve catches the corner of my eye. It’s a cheap bodysuit. The arms are made out of flimsy material. It’ll probably rip—
It’s also my favorite bodysuit. However, I’m willing to sacrifice it for, what I fucking hope, is some mind-blowing sex right now.
“Wait—”
She pulls back as I take my pointed thumbnail and rip a hole in the stretchy fabric, pulling as hard as I can. The sleeve shreds around my arm, and within seconds, I’m holding it out for her to take like an eager puppy desperate to please.
Touch me.
Please. Fucking. Touch. Me.
She takes the sleeve and wraps it around her hands, tugging and testing it out, even holding it up to her eyes to test the opacity. I incline my head in her direction.
“Please,” I breathe.
I wish I could see if she was smirking about this.
She doesn’t speak, not even when she stretches the fabric around my head and knots it tight. I pull my own mask’s chains from over my eyes so that they’re not between my face and thefabric. And when she tugs on the knot, making me move with the motion, I feel her take a step back.
I don’t like how cold it is in her absence.
“How many fingers am I holding up, Pretty?” she asks.
“It better be the two you’re going to fuck me with,” I reply.
She chuckles again, and I feel her warmth between my legs once more. “Three,” she whispers against my cheek.
Her breath skirts across my skin, and I realize her mask is off.Her mask is gone—
I think a pitiful little cry leaves me in the second before her bare lips press to mine.
There’s something otherworldly about getting fucked without knowing who’s behind the mask, even more so when you’re blindfolded. And something about her… god, something about her has me fucking high.
The two tongue rings make my knees weak. The press of her hands against my cheek and jaw sends chills down my spine. She’s kissing me as if she’s starving, and I can’t say that I’m any less feral as I squeeze her full breasts. A low vibration sounds in the back of her throat that makes me smile.
“Take this off, and I’ll really make you moan,” I say against her mouth.
Her response is a bite to my bottom lip, and the action makes me grin.
Her fingers move to my throat, the other hand trailing down my front to toy with my peaked nipples. My head hits the mirror again as I relax entirely, knees hiking in a desperate attempt to get her to touch my soaking pussy.
She bends to suck my clothed nipple, almost entirely taking my petite tit into her mouth. I have to grab onto the counter lip to remain steady. Shit… my pussy is throbbing—aching.
Touch me.
An unrecognizable noise leaves me when she slides two fingers along my clothed cunt.
She has to know how much she’s making me lose my mind… right?
My answer comes in the curl of her lips and a nip at my breast as she shifts the fabric and finally…finally… sinks a finger into my wet center.
“Fuck yes,” I breathe out.
My hips arch into her hand. She teasingly unsnaps the bodysuit and runs her thumb over my clit. The slight pressure has me drawing a staggering inhale. The ribs and seams on her glove are a sensation I wasn’t expecting, but one I’m sure as fuck not complaining about. Not with the way she’s toying with me, her middle finger pumping in and out of me in steady, dragging motions designed to make me weak.
Her lips unexpectedly meet mine again. Her fingers latch once more around my throat. I gasp, mouth agape, at the sudden tightness. I can’t breathe, and I’m not sure I want to. Her tongue rakes against mine. My whimper comes out in staggering, pathetic hiccups. The pleasure of her fingers, the thin air, the stars behind my eyes… Fuck, it’s so much. I’m trembling, my orgasm building and building and building alongside a dizzying spell—
Sharp breath fills me with the relief of her tight grip. She pulls her fingers from within me so abruptly that I mewl at the emptiness. I want to come. I bring my hand to my breast, squeeze hard enough to bruise, and blindly touch my clit. Anything to satiate that need, to tempt her in to finishing—
