I repeat my question. “What do you want?”
“I-I don’t know,” she finally answers, and it’s exactly what I’m hoping for.
Years of experience tell me her timid reply isn’t just nervousness but an admission. No one automatically knows what they like in bed. It takes time, effort and the right partner to carve out the parts of ourselves we keep tucked away. Some people live their entire lives without figuring it out. It’s one reason Maxine started Midnights.
“Can I show you what I think you’ll like?” I whisper with my lips hovering near her ear.
Her nod is subtle but it’s there.
“Are you on birth control?”
She shifts and nods again.
These are sexy questions but they’re necessary.
“Would you prefer I wear a condom?” The words are clinical, but needed and I almost lose it when she whispers “no”.
She’s fucking perfect.
“You remember the safe word you were given?”
Everyone that comes into Midnights has one, and everyone’s is the same to avoid any confusion. Psyche sucks ina breath as I toy with her zipper, waiting for her answer. “Olympus.”
Maxine always did love her mythology references.
“Good. You hold all the power here. If you want to stop, at any point, all you have to do is say the word.”
“Okay.”
There’s a howling urge to tear the dress from her body and fuck her into the mattress until she’s nothing but a sobbing mess of pleasure. Eventually I’ll get there, but she’s as timid as a deer and would probably run if I lead with that.
Inch by inch, the teeth of the zipper part, exposing more of her skin until I hit the end and the flimsy fabric slinks to the floor with the slightest tug. Red pools at her feet and I think some sort of animalistic noise escapes me once she’s bare. I’m not entirely sure because I am utterly captivated by her. Every thought in my head is replaced by her.
I want nothing but her.
I need nothing but her.
I desire nothing but her.
And it’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. I’ve never been this affected by a woman, especially not one I’ve just met and one whose face I can’t even see.
With steady steps I circle her like a vulture until we’re standing in front of each other and the sound erupts fromme again. This entire time, the only thing between us was her dress; underneath, she’s completely bare. Not an inch of lace or frills, just her. Full tits, heavy with need, heave with each deep breath. Both adorned with rosy pink nipples that pebble into hardened points as I brush my fingers across them.
Her breathing picks up at my touch and her mouth drops in a loud gasp when I take one of the stiff peaks between my fingers in a light pinch.
“Eros,” she breathes, and I suddenly wish she knew my name and the masks were gone. She would look phenomenal on her knees with my cock slipping between her lips. Fuck these masks suck. I won’t be able to feel her lips on mine or bury my face between her legs to taste her.
Maybe I can ask her to come back? Maybe she’ll want to see me again without them because I’m starting to realize how restricting they are.
So I tell her, because if I’m suffering, then I’m going to make sure she knows what she’s missing. “Normally, I’d spend my time between these pretty thighs, eating until I’ve had my fill, but these masks would make that difficult.”
My hand trails down her soft stomach until my hand cups her center. Warmth seeps into my palm and withoutthinking, her hips slant forward, searching for the pressure I know she wants.
I suppress a laugh. “What should I do with you instead?” I question but I’m already a goner, there’s no use in holding back. Slipping my hand further between her thighs, I let my middle finger dip between her slit.
We’ve barely begun and yet she is already slick with arousal and there is little resistance as I let myself inside of her. Her legs part on their own, opening herself further. Enough for me to add another finger.
“Should I have you come on my hand right here in the middle of the room?” My fingers slowly plunge in and out of her as each breath catches on the one that follows. “Standing in front of me to use however I want?”
