Page 85 of Total Exposure

It feels like hours later when I finally hear the creaking of the stairs under his heavy footsteps.

I stop breathing.

My hand stops playing with the sensitive skin between my legs. The wetness is already there, primed for him. Please, God. Make him touch me.

The door opens with a soft rush of air. The room fills up with his presence. Even though I have the blindfold on and I can’t see anything, I feel him from across the room.

“Please,” actually comes out of my mouth. Begging. I’m begging for his attention.

And then he’s there, sitting on the bed next to me. His fingertips pinching my nipple. The heat of his body against the coolness of mine. I shiver, sending a chill up my spine, making the nipple he’s still playing with bunch and peak and turn into a hard rock under his touch.

His hand rests on the inner flesh of my thigh and gently urges me to open my legs. I suck in air, and hold it again, because he makes me forget how to breathe out.

My body is squirming, still begging for more. I want him to cover me. Put his whole chest over my beating heart and cover me up. Make me melt into him and not be alone anymore.

But he does something better. He slips his hand up and down my inner thigh, lightly brushing my skin, and with each sweep, he takes it just half an inch further. Further down, until he’s rubbing the inside of my knee. Further up until his knuckles bump against my clit.

I writhe with anticipation. Buck my back with expectations. I reach for his face, find a scratchy jawline, hold him like that. Imagining his face in my mind. My finger finds his mouth and his lips part. He sucks on me, his tongue caressing the tip of my finger, his teeth nipping at it, and I die. I swear to God, I die.

Then he holds my hand, withdraws the finger from his mouth, and places my palm on my own stomach. He slides it down, until it’s back between my legs. But he holds it there, and when I begin to rub myself, he slaps my tit so hard, I gasp.

“No,” he whispers.

And I want to scream, Tell me what you want! Tell me what to do!

And that scares me, because I never like being told what to do. Not since—

But he’s leaning down now, his warm breath sweeping across my nipple as he takes it into his mouth and sucks. And bites. And I might lose myself in this moment.

I might just float into nothingness and be no one. Ever again.

Except… his mouth travels downward, his tongue gently licking the skin of my belly, until his face is buried between my legs, his scratchy jaw rubbing against the soft, tender skin of my upper thighs, and just the slightest movement of his breath near my pussy is enough to make me gasp.

A finger slips inside me just as his tongue licks my clit.

I might lose it. I might just come—

Two fingers inside me. Stretching me open as his face dips down, deeper, lower, until his tongue penetrates me the way I wish his cock would.

I can’t control myself. I can’t. I just moan, and whimper, and grab his hair, which feels soft and clean, and I want to take the blindfold off to see what color it is, but then I don’t. Because I like not seeing him. I like not knowing what will come next. I like all this uncertainty. And I think… I think I like him too.

I never want him to leave me. I want him to slip into this bed and stay with me and we can—

He stands up and all the sensations stop.

I panic, nearly hyperventilating.

But then I hear the jingle of his belt, and the swoosh of a shirt going over a head, and the kicking off of boots that thud on the hardwood floors. And then his warm, naked body covers me. Just the way I wanted it to. And I hold his face in my hands as he kisses me. Deeply, and lovingly, and with longing that you don’t expect from a stranger.

But he’s not a stranger anymore. He’s my stranger. He’s my watcher. He’s… mine.

So I say that. I say, “You’re mine.”

And he laughs, but it’s not a laugh. It’s an agreement. Or maybe a disagreement, because he’s not mine, I’m his. And he knows this.

His knees kick mine open wide, and I hold them like that. Spread wide for him as he positions his body in place. His hard cock finds its way home to the opening of my pussy.

And I’m so wet, but when he forces the wide girth of his cock inside me, it hurts. But oh, God, does it hurt in all the right ways.