Pleasure whipped through my body at the praise. This was our time, our secret, our special headspace. No one else was invited. We both wanted to be here, wanted to make the other person feel good.
He undressed me, opening the buttons of my blouse one by one. Chills exploded across my skin wherever his fingers grazed. The silk tickled over my arms, then fell to the floor with a softwhoosh.
My skirt came next. His arms reached around me, my satin-covered breasts brushing against his shirt, nipples pebbling. There was a moment of fumbling as he struggled with the clasp, then the zipper loosened and the whole thing slid down to puddle at my feet.
Fingers caressed my hips, then lower, hooking into the garter belt I knew drove him wild. If his eyes flared when I was fully dressed for work, I knew he was thinking about the lingerie I wore underneath.
Lower still his fingers traveled. I felt the garter clips release one by one, then he rolled my stockings down my legs. He tapped my foot, and I stepped out of them, then stood tall in only my thong and bra, waiting, the world black around me. I could hear movement, but didn’t know what he was doing, only got the impression he stopped close in front of me.
“I’m going to need you to turn around.” His rough voice made goosebumps explode across my arms.
I did as he said. His fingers on my hips straightened me. “Hands on the bed.”
Falling forward without the use of my eyes disoriented my equilibrium, and I gasped in relief when my palms hit the bedspread.
“Face down.”
I lowered my head, but kept my ass tilted upward. A growl emerged from him, one that curled heat inside my stomach. He skimmed my thong down my legs. “Spread yourself for me.”
I reached back and did as I was told, exposing myself to his eyes. Cool air swirled against my pussy lips.I wish I could see him.His hungry expression always did wonderful things to me. But knowing he was focusing on me, devouring me with his gaze while I lay docile, made up for it. My stomach swirled with need.
Then the air changed, turned warm, and I knew his face was close to me, his breath on my skin. I inhaled in anticipation, expectant of what he’d do next.
“So pretty and pink,” he murmured, his words hot against me, but he didn’t touch.
With a hush of fabric, he moved off, and I felt the lack of his body heat as air rushed in to take his place. I heard rustling, thought maybe he was undressing, but remained in the position he’d put me in, even though the desire to peek under the blindfold and see if I was right was almost too much.
The mattress shifted, and I envisioned him moving closer, crawling toward me on his hands and knees, that predatory look in his eyes.
“Were you going to ask me something?” His voice came from above my head.
My lips curled. It had been his fantasy, but I was on board with it. “Will you fuck my mouth, Landon? Pretty please?” For emphasis, I dropped my jaw.
He cursed softly, and I did my best to hold back my smile because it really wrecked the effect if he thought I was laughing.
Landon’s crisp scent surrounded me as he moved closer. Something smooth outlined my lips, then brushed against my tongue. In my awkward position, I leaned forward as far as I could and took him deep in my mouth.
He groaned, the sound thrilling me, making me suck harder. I took every inch he could give me as he pumped his hips, until I was holding still, allowing him to use me at whatever pace he wanted. His gasps and sounds of pleasure made my pussy wetter. I wanted him to come in my mouth, but he was calling the shots this time.
His hand tickled down my spine toward my buttocks, then over, stroking my crack down to my clit. I moaned, my mouth full of cock.
“What a good girl you are to keep yourself open for me.”
Whenever he talked like that, my whole body hummed. It was almost too much: his words, the way his fingers lazily toyed with my folds, and the thick feel of him thrusting down my throat.
He pulled out and leaned forward. “Do you have something to ask me?”
Lost in bliss, I’d almost forgotten the point of his imagination game. Catching my breath, I said, “Will you fuck my pussy, Landon? Please?”
His hand cupped my jaw and I leaned into the soft touch. “Since you asked so nicely.”
The mattress sank to one side, then warm hands gripped my hips. He drove into me with one, solid thrust. I couldn’t stop the groan that left my lips, and braced my hands against the bed. He rocked into me, steady and strong, each stroke kissing my G-spot perfectly.
“Just. Like. That.” Each of my words came out a half groan as he slammed harder inside me. He leaned forward, curving over my spine, and pressed a hand between my legs. Fingers slid along my pussy lips until he found my clit. Circular movements drove me higher, until fireworks shot off behind the blindfold. Shudders wracked my body, every muscle flexing.
Through my tremors, he straightened. His fingers coated in my juices, he played with my back hole while pounding into me. My pleasure spiked. His fingers circled, then penetrated in shallow pulses. I panted at the intrusion. A low moan started in the back of my throat, then erupted from me as another orgasm took me under.
With one last powerful thrust, he followed me over the edge, coming inside me. His fingers bit into my hips, then he let go, collapsing forward and taking me with him until we were curled on our side with his cock still filling me up. Hands stroked over my hip, tickling the sides of my breast. I inhaled gasping breaths, my heart rate slowing. His lips passed over the mating mark he’d given me three months ago, and a new wave of erotic shivers swept through my body.
