Page 104 of Total Exposure

I can’t wait any longer.

Reluctantly, I take my touch from her to me. Open my belt, open my pants, and fist my cock as I pull it out.

She shivers. Like she knows what I’m doing even though she’s blind. “Yes,” she murmurs.

I don’t need her encouragement, but I do like it. Leaning back into the cushions to get a better view forces her to shift her weight. I pump one hand up and down my cock as the other returns to her open and exposed pussy. If she could only see herself. How beautiful she is. How perfect. If ever there was a moment that needed to be caught on film, this is it.

But a wave of regret washes over me. Because no latent image could ever capture the stunning brilliance of her in real time.

She turns her back to me, but not in a dismissive way. Because she edges her ass up my lap until my cock is between her legs. She lifts her hips, her fingers still playing the soundtrack to the lust building inside us.

She hovers over me, her pussy rubbing against the tip of my cock.

I can’t wait any longer. She is urging me to take her and I just want to please in this moment. I want nothing more than to give her what she wants.

My cock slips inside her, but she pulls back, looking over her shoulder, and stops playing. “No,” she whispers. “I’ve had that before. Take me in a new way, Ix. Be the first ever to take me in that way.”

I have to blink, several times, as the realization of what she’s asking for manifests.

Her ass. She wants me to fuck her in the ass.

“Are you sure?” I ask, my voice thick with husk and growl, betraying the hunger inside me.

“Yes,” she says. “Yes.”

“Then stand up,” I say.

She obeys, resumes playing the soft, slow song as she rises off my lap. I kick her legs wide, her bow still sliding across the strings, and then sink to my knees, pull her ass cheeks apart, and lick her. My fingers drag the now pooling readiness from her pussy to her asshole, and I slowly stick my finger in.

She never stops playing. But she whines, and grunts, and when my finger is all the way inside her, she whimpers, “More.”

She is so wet now, so eager for what’s coming next, that her asshole is well primed when I sit back in the chair, place her on my lap, and press my cock up against her tight muscles.

Her music turns wild and frantic, her bow skipping across the strings, her fingers jumping on the neck.

And then I enter her.

She moans. A whimpering moan that’s equal parts pain and pleasure. I hike her legs open, totally exposing her, and pull her back into my chest, my hands cupping her perfect, round breasts, and squeeze them, just as she clenches her muscles and squeezes me back.

Dying. I am dying of pleasure.

I close my eyes, let my hands wander back between her legs, strumming her clit, as she becomes more comfortable with my cock inside her ass, and begins to move—just a little, just enough to drive me crazy.

One hand goes to her hip, urging her to fuck me harder. Urging her to let me even deeper inside her, while my fingers push up inside her pussy, stretching her wide from both ends.

“Oh, my God,” she moans.

And she never.

Stops.

Playing.

“I want to see you,” I say, urging her to turn around. “And I want you to see me. Take off the fucking blindfold.”

“No,” she says, her song slow again. “No. Not yet.”

So I have to settle. I have to settle for fucking her in the ass, her back to me, her song filling my ears, her long hair teasing my chest as it lightly crashes onto my skin like feathers in a wind storm.