The heat that had coiled deep in my core exploded, and my body started convulsing. I came hard, and because I wasn’t able to close my legs, he didn’t stop. Spread wide, I was vulnerable to his strokes. Something about the way he was fucking me overwhelmed me, and I felt my eyes water. He thrust in and out of me, turning me into a ball of nerves. It was so intense that it teetered between pleasure and pain for a few seconds, and then, unexpectedly, another wave of pleasure rippled through my body.
“That’s it, Jazzy. This pussy gets so wet for me. I want it. I want you.”
“Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.” I started bucking against him.
“That’s it,” he groaned, losing control. “God, I love to hear you beg for it.”
Each moan grew louder, and I didn’t recognize my own voice.
“Oh, please, please, please, please, please.” I twisted wildly as he made incidental contact with my clit, extending my pleasure. The combination of him stretching me out, giving in to his pleasure, and stimulating my clit had me breathless and seeing stars.
Letting out a guttural growl as he came, Lamar dug his fingers into the meatiness of my thighs. “Fuck,” he swore.
His body stiffened, jerked hard, and then shivered.
Our heaving breaths filled the bedroom as we basked in the afterglow.
Three times, I marveled. I hadn’t even known I was capable of coming back-to-back-to-back like that.
He uncuffed my legs first, kissing the spots where they had been bound and then massaging them as he put them down. He kissed his way up my trembling body and then uncuffed my wrists. His mouth found mine, and he kissed me passionately before removing my blindfold.
I struggled to open my eyes, as the light seemed extremely bright. But when Lamar came into focus, my heart skipped a beat. With mestill flat on my back, my sore body and tender pussy reacted to the sight of him.
“You okay?” he asked softly, searching my face. “How do you feel?”
Reaching up, I placed my hands on his cheeks. “I feel good… and weak… and thoroughly satisfied. I loved every minute of it.” Bringing his face down to meet mine, I kissed him. The delicious feeling of his body weight pinning me to the bed made me deepen the kiss. “I just wish I could’ve watched you,” I murmured into his mouth.
He rolled to the side of me and propped himself up on his right elbow. Gazing down at me, he allowed the fingers on his left hand to dance across my skin. “I wanted to rip the blindfold off you,” he whispered. “I love watching your face and looking in your eyes when you’re about to come.”
I bit my lip. “Why didn’t you?”
“Because I just wanted you to feel it. I wanted you to feel me.”
I reached down, pulled the condom off his dick, and then wrapped my hand around his girth. Even when he was soft, he was still big and thick.
I shivered.
“I wanted you to feel how bad I want you,” he continued. “And I mean that in every way imaginable.” He ran his fingers over my left thigh, dragging them over my swollen, wet lips on his way to my right thigh. “And it’s not just because of this.” He patted my pussy. “It’s because”—his hand skated over my belly and fondled my left breast—“of this.” His palm flattened over my rapidly beating heart. “And”—his hand wrapped around my neck, squeezing gently before running his thumb over my lips—“this.” He brushed my cheek with the back of his hand and then tapped my temple. “And this.”
My breathing hitched as his words overwhelmed me. “Lamar.”
“And I wanted you to feel that,” he concluded, holding my gaze.
“I want to be with you,” I blurted.
He leaned down and kissed me. “You are with me.”
“No, I mean…” Heat traveled up my neck and flushed my face. “I, um… I want to be in a relationship with you.” When he didn’t immediately say anything, I rushed to keep talking. “That’s what Iwanted to talk to you about. And I understand your situation, and we don’t have to make this a big deal. We can absolutely just be friends. I just couldn’tnottell you how I felt and—”
“Jazz,” he interrupted gently.
My cell phone rang from inside my handbag somewhere on the floor. Although it startled me, I didn’t break eye contact. I wanted to hear what he was going to say. Ineededto hear what he was going to say. So, when he didn’t say anything, my gut twisted.
Staring into his eyes, seeing so much tortured emotion in them, made the silence deafening.
I said I wanted to be with him, and I almost saidI love you, and all he’s doing is looking at me.
I needed a second to collect my thoughts, and I couldn’t think clearly while he was staring at me or touching me. I also didn’t want him to see that my eyes had gotten glassy.
