steady and slam your hips up and down. “F-f-fuck,” I stutter out, my bottom lip quivering and my legs shaking. I can’t keep myself up any longer. I’m about to explode around your length. You can tell. Keeping yourself inside of me, you flip us. My back on the soft bed. Your legs falling into the mattress, and the headboard smacking the wall as you pump in and out of me. “Holy fuck, Thomas!” I scream, gripping the bed sheets, holding on for dear life.
“You going to come, baby?”
I can’t answer. Right now I’m in a state of pure sexual bliss, sensations taking over like crashing waves in the ocean. You can’t see it. You can’t predict it. It just happens, like falling in love. Your heart skips a beat. Your tummy flutters, and you feel something in your chest that wasn’t there before. It happens in the blink of an eye. You don’t prepare for it. You can’t. It just happens, in the most unexpected times and probably the most inconvenient of ways possible. But that’s the beauty about falling in love. Because just when you think you have it all figured out, whatever “it all” is, nothing is as it appears.
Pulling out of me, you drop to your knees. “Fuck it. I need to taste that pussy of yours.” You spread my lips apart and take a long lick.
My hips twitch up against your mouth. “Shit,” I mumble.
You laugh against my nub, causing an amazing sensation. “You like that?”
“Uh huh.”
“Well,” you say, pushing up from the floor. “You’re going to love this.”
I sit up. “Where do you think you’re going?” I snap out. “I was just about to come.”
Walking away from me, you push your pants down your waist. “I know, but I think you’re going to really love this.”
“You know I love your ass.”
Pulling something from a drawer, you turn around. “Oh, I know you do, but I’m talking about this,” you say, waving something back and forth in your hand.
“A blindfold?”
You grin. “Mhm.”
“Why?”
“Why not?” you counter. I don’t say anything else as you walk over to me. “Can I?”
I’m curious, so I say, “Sure.”
You laugh as you place the blindfold over my eyes. “Don’t act so excited about it.”
“I’m excited,” I say. “But I’m a little on edge.”
“You’ll like it. Trust me.” Placing a finger to my chest you gently push me back. “Lie down, Stella, and enjoy it.”
I can’t believe how nervous I am. I know it’s you. I know you’re the one fucking me, but not having my eyesight right now keeps me on edge. Makes me wonder what you’re going to do and when you’re going to do it. I don’t know where you are, so I listen and I smell. I listen to your feet as they walk across the hardwood floor. The smells of sex take over my whole body. Your sweat. My arousal.
“What are you thinking?”
I try to control my breathing and beating heart. I wonder if you can see how nervous I am. Probably. But I know it’s just you. “I don’t know.”
“Are you nervous?”
“A little,” I answer honestly.
“Why? It’s just me.” The second the words leave your mouth, a finger trails up my thigh, and I jump. “Whoa.” You chuckle. “Easy, Stella. Remember. It’s. Just. Me.”
Letting out a deep breath, I laugh. “Okay.”
“Now, Stella. I want you to spread your legs apart.”
I listen. I don’t say anything, just try to let all of my other senses take over. The mattress dips, and I feel you crawling up the bed and resting in between my legs. Your lips leave little kisses up the insides of my thighs. They cause goose bumps, my nipples to tighten, and my body to tremble. Times ten. The darkness. I like it, a lot more than I thought I would. We’ve never done this before, and I’m surprised it’s taken this long for us to do it.
Your arms move under my legs, pulling me closer to you.
“Whoa.” I giggle, surprised when you don’t say anything. I lift my head, forgetting I have on a blindfold, then feeling stupid
“You going to come, baby?”
I can’t answer. Right now I’m in a state of pure sexual bliss, sensations taking over like crashing waves in the ocean. You can’t see it. You can’t predict it. It just happens, like falling in love. Your heart skips a beat. Your tummy flutters, and you feel something in your chest that wasn’t there before. It happens in the blink of an eye. You don’t prepare for it. You can’t. It just happens, in the most unexpected times and probably the most inconvenient of ways possible. But that’s the beauty about falling in love. Because just when you think you have it all figured out, whatever “it all” is, nothing is as it appears.
Pulling out of me, you drop to your knees. “Fuck it. I need to taste that pussy of yours.” You spread my lips apart and take a long lick.
My hips twitch up against your mouth. “Shit,” I mumble.
You laugh against my nub, causing an amazing sensation. “You like that?”
“Uh huh.”
“Well,” you say, pushing up from the floor. “You’re going to love this.”
I sit up. “Where do you think you’re going?” I snap out. “I was just about to come.”
Walking away from me, you push your pants down your waist. “I know, but I think you’re going to really love this.”
“You know I love your ass.”
Pulling something from a drawer, you turn around. “Oh, I know you do, but I’m talking about this,” you say, waving something back and forth in your hand.
“A blindfold?”
You grin. “Mhm.”
“Why?”
“Why not?” you counter. I don’t say anything else as you walk over to me. “Can I?”
I’m curious, so I say, “Sure.”
You laugh as you place the blindfold over my eyes. “Don’t act so excited about it.”
“I’m excited,” I say. “But I’m a little on edge.”
“You’ll like it. Trust me.” Placing a finger to my chest you gently push me back. “Lie down, Stella, and enjoy it.”
I can’t believe how nervous I am. I know it’s you. I know you’re the one fucking me, but not having my eyesight right now keeps me on edge. Makes me wonder what you’re going to do and when you’re going to do it. I don’t know where you are, so I listen and I smell. I listen to your feet as they walk across the hardwood floor. The smells of sex take over my whole body. Your sweat. My arousal.
“What are you thinking?”
I try to control my breathing and beating heart. I wonder if you can see how nervous I am. Probably. But I know it’s just you. “I don’t know.”
“Are you nervous?”
“A little,” I answer honestly.
“Why? It’s just me.” The second the words leave your mouth, a finger trails up my thigh, and I jump. “Whoa.” You chuckle. “Easy, Stella. Remember. It’s. Just. Me.”
Letting out a deep breath, I laugh. “Okay.”
“Now, Stella. I want you to spread your legs apart.”
I listen. I don’t say anything, just try to let all of my other senses take over. The mattress dips, and I feel you crawling up the bed and resting in between my legs. Your lips leave little kisses up the insides of my thighs. They cause goose bumps, my nipples to tighten, and my body to tremble. Times ten. The darkness. I like it, a lot more than I thought I would. We’ve never done this before, and I’m surprised it’s taken this long for us to do it.
Your arms move under my legs, pulling me closer to you.
“Whoa.” I giggle, surprised when you don’t say anything. I lift my head, forgetting I have on a blindfold, then feeling stupid
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