It is not enough.
But he takes his time, licking and sucking upwards until his mouth replaces his thumb.
He sucks then, lips closing around me.
"Please," I whisper. "Stop."
Alex sucks a little harder, his tongue flicking against my clit as his finger toys with my entrance.
"Yes. More."
He laughs against me and nips down on my clit, and a bolt of pure light and desire shoots through me.
His fingers push into me, a slow, wonderful invasion as he uses them to rub my G-spot.
He keeps the pace.
I'm shaking.
It is too much, too little. Perfect.
I'm losing my mind.
Then slowly, he builds the intensity, sucking harder, thrusting deeper, until I shatter, hard against his mouth, juices gushing as I thrash as much as the restraints allow me.
And then...
Then he does it all again.
The second orgasm rips through the first, and I cry out.
It is so fucking good, slamming into me from nowhere.
And when he makes me come this time, it is a harder attack on my poor, oversensitive clit, my trembling insides.
I get the feeling he could just decimate me by doing it as slowly as before, making the sensitivity almost too much to take, but the fast, hard route is totally devastating.
And as the last of the orgasm rolls out of me, I lie there, spent.
He pulls back.
He doesn't speak as he moves in my room, and I'm desperate to look.
Then the bed depresses again as he leans over me.
"I'm untying you but leaving the blindfold. And no peeking. I will know."
"How?"
"I will know, Lola. And this will be the last you ever see of me. Or don't see."
And then, without waiting for a response, he unties one ankle and then the other.
He whispers to me again. "I have set your alarm. When it goes off, you can take off the blindfold."
Next, he unties my wrists.
It is not until I hear the door that I realize he is gone.
