Mybloodslowsinmy veins. I trust Annaliese with everything I have, I do. But the idea of my hands being tied and giving up that control doesn’t sit right with me. Control is what I’ve based my life on ever since I was old enough to have some. But on the other hand, I want to give her everything, so I shove those nerves down and nod. “I do.”
A wicked grin crosses her face, and she moves to straddle my hips. I watch her pert breasts sway with the movement, skin already blooming with red marks from my tongue and teeth, and I smile at the sight.
I raise my hands to reach for the headboard, and she tsks. “Not so fast, Dr. Andrews.”
Bringing them back down to my sides, I wonder if she’s going to tie my wrists together somewhere else when she brings the necktie to my eyes. The last thing I see before I close my lids and she wraps the tie around my eyes to blindfold me, is her soft, satisfied gaze looking down at me.
“I can’t tie your hands up, silly,” she chides. “How on earth are you going to fuck my mouth if your hands aren’t free?”
I groan, exhaling a breath so rough I can hear the air whooshing from my chest.
She ties a knot around my head, and I lie back on the pillow, opening my eyes under the fabric only to see pure darkness.
Every other sense is heightened. I can hear her knees shuffling along the bedding and her gentle swallow as she licks her puffy lips. When her hand comes up to rub across my stomach, I can almost hear her satisfied smile as she brushes against the dark hair that covers my chest and stomach.
“You are so hot,” she mumbles, lost in her own world of exploring my body.
I’ve always been a bigger guy. Ever since I hit puberty and grew up, my weight grew with me. If I don’t workout regularly, I could probably tip the scale into being overweight. A lifetime of self-discipline has forced me to stay active, to lift weights, and while I still have a thicker belly, the rest of my body is big enough to match that.
I won’t ever admit to being insecure. Unsure about myself. No one would ever know the thoughts that ping around in my head when I stare in the mirror.
But in this moment, with her, all those thoughts have disappeared because I feel like a king under her touch.
Her coconut scent gets stronger, and I can feel the air surrounding my face heat up as Annaliese climbs up my body. She plants a slow, sultry kiss on my lips, and it’s unlike any kiss I’ve had before. Not being able to see her, not knowing where her hands or body move until I feel that touch, is unlike anything I could have imagined. She lines herself up against me, sitting her naked pussy on top of my briefs, and my cock springs to life.
She grinds on me, the dampness that’s still between her legs soaking my briefs as she slowly swivels her hips. She takes her time to kiss me. Lazy kisses, her tongue swirling. Thank God my hands are free so I can wrap my arms around her. I hold her head in place so I can kiss her,reallykiss her, and she lets me.
For a split second I think I’m going to come like this. With my briefs still on and Annaliese dry humping me. It wouldn’t surprise me one bit, honestly.
But then she pulls away, and the cool air hits my lips. My body misses her touch, and when she slips out of my grip I find my hands still lingering in the air, wishing she’d come back.
Soon I feel her moving down my body; her dainty fingertips dipping into the waistband of my briefs to tug them down my thick thighs. I lift my hips a little to help her. And when I’m completely naked and exposed, I reach down to stroke my cock.
She playfully slaps my hand away, and her grip takes over. I bring my hands up to settle behind my head, handing myself over to her.
She wraps her hand around my dick, applying some pressure and leisurely stroking up and down, up and down. My cock begs for her soft lips to wrap around me, and she must see the tortured expression on my face because she chuckles.
“Something you need, Colter?”
“I need you to stop being a little tease and suck my c—”
My words die out when she runs the tip of her tongue from the base of my dick to the tip, swirling around the bead of precum that I’m sure is already weeping from me.
A slew of curse words leave my lips because each movement is so unexpected, seemingly so sudden behind the darkness of my blindfold. I simply hand myself over to her, letting her control the moment, and it’s fitting, really.
She has complete and utter control over me. I’d give anything to her, hand her the world on a silver platter if it meant I could wake up to her smile every day. If I could feelthisfeeling, even once more in this lifetime, I’d die a happy man.
“Baby…” The word slips from my mouth, and I’m not sure if I had a plan to say anything else, or if I just wanted to call out to her to let her hear the vulnerability leaching into my words. Her movements pick up speed, and my body wants to chase that high. I can feel my back wanting to arch, to follow her mouth wherever it may move, but thankfully she doesn’t make me suffer.
Her fist picks up speed as it pumps, and I thrust into her mouth. She lets her free hand roam up my stomach, to my chest, feeling down to my sides, and ending on my thighs. Like she wants to soak it all in as much as I do.
I feel the pressure growing, and my balls draw up tight. “Baby,” I murmur again. “I'm gonna… ca–can I come in your mouth?” She moans as a response, the sound vibrating my dick, which is still deep in her mouth. I reach a hand down to firmly grip the back of her head, and she lets me fuck her face for one, two, three more pumps before my back arches and I come, spilling down her throat.
And like the strong-willed, beautiful woman she is, she doesn’t pull away until I’ve completely emptied myself and I’m panting as beads of sweat drip down my face.
She pulls away, and I can feel her moving up along the side of the bed to pull the tie from my head. When I blink away the dark spots and her halo of chestnut curls comes into view, there’s a mixture of pride and lust written all over her face.
“Come here, baby.” I reach for her, and she crawls over me, her mouth coming to land on mine as I move to find hers. We kiss in the dark room, bodies spent from our powerful orgasms. I move her to her back, climb on top of her, and continue to kiss her until I grow hard again. She reaches between us, stroking me a few times as I rifle for a condom in my bedside drawer.
