“Touch me,” I gasp. “My breasts.”
The heat of his hands is like a brand on my over-sensitive skin. He palms my breasts, playing with my nipples, squeezing them lightly. My head goes back, resting on his shoulder, my clit throbbing. I can feel him breathing, but he doesn’t kiss me. I realise that it’s because I haven’t asked him to. I press my hips back into him, and his breath catches.
“Lower,” I whisper. “Your hands. Take them lower.”
His hands glide over my stomach, then stop. Not low enough. “How does it feel? Take a moment, Jade. There’s no rush.” His voice is a rumble in the darkness.
Pressure builds, low in my stomach, my body begging for release. I sit in the feeling, exploring it. My entire body tingles, my breasts aching, my clit pulsing. The blindfold makes me feel as though I’m floating in darkness, as though it’s just me and Axel, his touch the only thing anchoring me to the world. And with that realisation comes surrender. Isink into the blackness, letting him hold me there. It’s sublime, like warm water flowing through me, pleasure rippling across my body. It’s like the moment when I catch a perfect wave, when the ocean carries me. Axel is carrying me, and I don’t need to worry anymore.
I moan, grinding back against him. I’m so close to coming, and he’s barely touched me.
“Where else, Jade? What do you need?”
There’s dampness on the sheets beneath me, slick wetness. “Lower,” I manage to say. “Touch my clit.”
One hand slides down, feather light. Then his fingertip parts me, pressure on my clit. And I let go. I come like a fucking tidal wave, shuddering and pressing into his hand, as his fingers slide and tease and flicker against me. I gasp his name, pressing back against him, his hand on my stomach holding me up.
I come down, eventually, ecstasy radiating to the very edge of my being. I sag slightly, panting, my head dropping forward.
“What now, Jade?” Axel is still holding me, still carrying me. I can’t believe he’s just given me a mind-blowing orgasm yet doesn’t want to take his turn. I mean, he does– I can tell by the rock-hard erection pressing into me– but he’s still waiting for my command.
My entire body aches for him. But once again I take a second to make sure it’s whatIwant, not what I think he wants.
It’s definitely what I want. I lift up, and he releases me, though his hands rest lightly at the top of my thighs, as though he doesn’t want to stop touching me. I don’t want him to stop, either. My legs are shaking, though, and I’m not sure if this is the best position. But I want him, so much.
I reach down, between my legs, taking his silken hardness in my hand. I slide the tip along my folds. He groans, his hands on my hips tightening.
Then I sink down, taking him inside me. Oh my god. Blindfolded, it’s all there is. His cock inside me, all heat and fullness. I sit there, my breath coming in short hard gasps. I explore the feeling, the way he’s stretching me, the hardness pressing inside me, the softness of his balls beneath me. I lift myself up, then slide down again. But the angle isn’t quite right, and my legs are still shaky. I stop again.
“What is it?”
“I need you to take over,” I whisper. “Just do it. I want you to fuck me. Hard.”
There’s a pause. “Are you sure?”
“Hmmm, oh god.” The “oh god” is because his fingers have brushed against my clit.
“Do you want to keep the blindfold on?”
“Yes.”
There is no more need for talking after that.
Axel
This woman.
Jade, coming undone against my fingertips, my silk tie wrapped around her eyes, is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve seen in my life.
It was a flash of inspiration, blindfolding her. I’ve never done it with any of my other lovers. But it hurt me, deep inside, when she tried to explain how things were with her ex, that feeling of participating in a show rather than something real. I can relate, on a lot of levels.
I wanted to give her a sensory experience without that pressure, so she could figure out what made her feel good. I suppose it’s a healing technique, in a way. Another pathway into yourself.
I also wanted to see what would happen, and the thought of touching her the way she wanted to be touched made me so goddamn hard again I worried I was going to come all over her before we even finished. Then again, if that’s what she wanted, I’d do it.
Her voice in the darkness is like a magnet, drawing me to where she needs me to be. And the feel of her, the frangipani scent of her smooth skin, her nipples like hard pebbles under my hands, her gasps and moans, is almost my undoing.
Then she comes like a wave breaking, her sex wet against my fingers. And she takes me inside her. Holy shit.
