over me, and it takes everything I am not to plunge inside the tight, wet haven that awaits me. To take over, to block out her words, her caring until the pleasure swallows everything else—my concerns, my doubts, even my emerging feelings.
‘You take care of everyone,’ she says, ‘carry more than your share of the load.’ Her finger covers my mouth, stopping the interruptions sitting there. ‘For the next few minutes you’re mine, to do whatever I choose with. Don’t speak unless it’s to tell me how good something feels.’
And before I can agree or disagree she scoots lower between my legs and takes my wet cock into her mouth. My hips buck—I can’t stop them—and she smiles, humming out encouragement and gripping the base of my erection until my vision tunnels. Everything stops—the noise of distant traffic and the hum of lawnmowers, the constant stream of thoughts and lists and ruminations plaguing my mind, even the shame of hurting this wonderful woman and the desire to make amends. Because everything becomes Blair and the wondrous things she’s doing to me, the feeling of letting go and being worshipped.
My entire body is board-stiff under her, every muscle clenched as she sucks me down and watches my every reaction. Just when I start to buck my hips up off the sofa, chasing the paradise she promised, she stops, slides into position over me and sinks until I’m buried to the hilt inside her sweet, tight pussy.
I groan aloud, my mind blank, every brain impulse focused on the firing of pleasure centres. With a crunch of my abs I sit up, loop my tied arms over her head and drag her close so I can bury my face against her wild heartbeat and ride out the shock waves of ecstasy buffeting my body.
Her hands tangle in my hair and she holds me tight to her chest as her hips make the smallest of rocking motions. ‘You fill me, Reid. You feel so good and I’m going to make you come.’ I clutch her tighter, speechless, certain nothing in my life so far compares to this moment.
I raise my head, kissing her until she pulls away for breath, her rhythm choppy and uncoordinated. ‘Come with me,’ I say.
At her nod, her whimper, I dive for one of her nipples. At the first scrape of my facial hair over the sensitive bud, she cries out and squeezes my dick. I nuzzle her breast, lave all my attention on the nipple—sucking and licking and scraping until she’s a panting, writhing mess, undulating in my lap while she clings to my shoulders, a fearless goddess guiding us towards oblivion.
She smiles, the astounding sight almost better than it feels to be deep inside her. I crush her close, until her breasts flatten against my chest and rub my lips over hers, needing more, needing everything.
She pulls away, ducks from between my arms, pushing them over my head. ‘Lie back.’
I follow her command, sliding back onto the sofa, my hands itching to grab her arse and shunt her with me.
But she’s there. She braces her arms beside my head on the sofa, her pleasure-drunk stare latched to mine shifting the organs in my chest. If ever I wanted a do-over at relationships, if ever I deserved a second chance, she’d be it for me—she couldn’t be more perfect. I swallow back the lump of feelings in my throat and watch every move she makes so I can store every second of her in my long-term memory.
She starts to rock again, tossing her long hair back and forcing her breasts forward. I’m splayed, helpless, tied. I grit my teeth against the pleasure of her riding me, her moans of ecstasy growing more vocal.
‘Reid.’ She groans my name, reaching to cup both her breasts with her own hands.
My restraint breaks with the easily snapped hair ties. I can’t take any more, can’t watch and not touch. Can’t deny myself the act of pleasuring her as she’s driving me close to the edge. I’m greedy for her. I grasp the cheeks of her arse, gently parting them and slipping my fingers between to her opening so I feel myself sliding inside her tight sex with every rock of her hips.
‘That’s right, take what you want from me. Take what you need.’ I want more hands to explore every inch at once—she’s so fucking tempting—but I console myself with the two I have, filling one with her perfect breast while the other caresses her backside.
She starts to rock her hips in earnest, finding her rhythm again, and the sight of her above me, the feel of her clamped around me, makes me close to blowing. I bite back a curse, my jaw clenched as I will away the sharp gush of pleasure bathing my dick. She’s driving, but I’m not going anywhere without her.
My thumb and forefinger roll her nipple as she picks up her pace. She takes my other hand, sliding it back between her cheeks.
‘Touch me here.’
I obey, feather a fingertip lightly over her tight pucker so she’s dragged back into a sensual haze I never want to see end. And then I’m lost, no longer caring who’s in charge or who’s letting go, as long as we finish together.
‘Blair, you trust me, don’t you?’
She nods on a strangled whimper. ‘Yes.’
The glaze to her eyes tells me she’s too far gone to care whose fantasy this started out as and who’s in control.
‘I trust you too.’ Giving her what she wants is the easiest thing in the world.
She cries out, her hips bumping up and down on my lap. ‘Yes, Reid.’
With every downward stroke, my finger skirts her rear, each fractured cry, each moan telling me I’m right on target to amp up her pleasure while staving off my own. Because I want her ruined, as she’s ruined me. I want her broken and desperate and out of her mind, because that’s where my head is.
Reluctantly dragging my eyes away from the sight of her riding me, her hair wild and her face flushed, I turn my head sharply to the left, catching our reflection in the mirror over the fireplace, our reflections erotic, like our own, private adult movie.
She looks too, as I’d known she would, her gasp followed by a long, low moan.
‘Touch your nipples,’ I order, because I need both my hands to finish this the way I want to. She obeys, her finger circling and pinching where mine have left off, and I grip both of her arse cheeks, adding upward tilts of my pelvis to her down-strokes so every thrust drags a cry from her arched throat.
‘Reid, I’ve got you.’ She tears her eyes from our wildly fucking reflections to stare down at me.
‘I’ve got you too—come with me.’ I pull her cheeks apart, grinding our hips together while my fingers probe deeper into her crease to stimulate more nerves.
She cries out, her orgasm wracking her entire body rigid and I feel her spasms around my dick and against the tip of my finger.
I buck up into her tight, clasping warmth a handful more times and join her with a roar of release that rivals any I’ve ever experienced.
By the time speech is possible once more, we’ve been sprawled on the sofa in a naked tangle for several minutes. There’s still a furnace bubbling inside me, but I spy goose pimples on Blair’s arm, so I tug the throw from the back of the sofa over us. That’s when I feel the rhythmic shudders of her chest against mine, which tell me she’s laughing.
I lift her chin from my chest, forcing her to look up at me. ‘Great...that’s what every man wants after some of his best moves—to be laughed at.’
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