Page 139 of Tell Me Something

“You smell really good,” he groaned.

Smiling seductively, I went back to his closet and grabbed a silk tie.

“You aren’t tying my feet,” he warned, watching me sashay back toward him.

“You’re right. I’m not, but I am blindfolding you.” I could tell he was about to protest, so I sweetened the pot. “Please?”

He swallowed hard and then relented. “Okay.”

It meant a lot that he trusted me this way. I placed his clothes neatly by the end of the bed, knowing he’d have to go to the doctor’s office directly after. Then I grabbed the cup out of the nightstand drawer, along with a bottle of lube. I took both their tops off to make them readily available and set them down on the bed within my reach. I hoped I’d remember to use them in the heat of the moment.

“I wish I could see you right now,” he voiced.

After shedding my bra and panties, I crawled up on top of his body. “How about you feel me instead?” My chest hovered over his face and he leaned up to take one of my nipples fully in his mouth, teasing it mercilessly. Moving down, I stroked his chest with my fingertips, letting little kisses follow.

“I missed you so fucking much.”

“I missed you, too.” I slowly moved my body down the length of his, ensuring my wet sex rubbed against his skin, making him all too aware of my need.

“Oh, God, you’re so wet. I wish I could touch you. Put yourself on my face, Haylee,” he pleaded.

“Mm, maybe next time.”

He growled in protest, and I grinned.

I lined my wet sex up with his hardened length and gripped his shaft with my fist. Rubbing his tip between my swollen lips, I rocked my hips, coating him with my desire.

He swelled even further in response. “Jesus,” he hissed, thrusting his hips up, searching for penetration.

Straddling his powerful thigh so that he could feel my wet center, I lowered my head and licked his shaft from tip to base. My tongue curled around his crown, and I loved hearing him groan in pleasure. Enclosing my lips around him, I coated his cock with saliva, stroking him with my mouth, and finally put him in the back of my throat. Increasing the pressure, I sucked in a rhythm and felt his hips arch in response.

I reached for the lube with one hand, coating my pinky finger with it. I wasn’t sure if he’d like this or not, but when in Rome, I thought. I sucked harder and then slid my finger into his backside.

“Jesus Christ. Fuck, I’m coming,” he groaned, his entire body taut with his orgasm.

Thankful the cup was within reach, I grabbed it quickly and released him from my mouth, capturing as much as I could. Putting the cap on the sample, I set it to the side and then gave his tip a little kiss, regretful I’d been denied the enjoyment of tasting him. Lastly, I reached up and untied the blindfold.

“Well, aren’t you full of surprises?” he smirked.

I smiled in response, untied his hands, and then squealed when he immediately put me on my back, arms pinned above my head.

“I wish we had more time,” he whispered regretfully. His fingertips caressed the length of me while his lips fluttered kisses down my breasts and stomach.

“Don’t you have to go?” I sucked in my breath as he nibbled at my waist.

“Oh, this won’t take long. I can tell you’re already halfway there, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I rasped, arching off the bed.

His mouth suddenly crashed down on my throbbing sex while his fingers invaded me completely. When he brought his index finger out and sucked on it, savoring the taste, I almost convulsed.

“Do you know how much I missed the taste of you?”

I could only quiver in response, watching him bury his face back into my center. He brought me to a climax, and then, unrelenting, he went for another.

“Josh—” My whole body tensed again, and then the wave hit me from top to bottom.

Raining gentle kisses on the inside of my thighs and grazing his mouth up to my breasts, he laid his head gently on my stomach and rubbed it with his hand.