by Amber Burns
Enya turned to face him. His arms were still wrapped around his waist and she did not push him away. That is a good sign, he told himself. Her eyes, though, were narrowed at him, brows furrowed and those adorable freckles on her cheeks were two shades darker.
“You,” she poked at his chest, “You - Mr. Thomas Silversson promised me a date in your grandma’s house!” Her voice was threateningly low and again, he hated himself for using his willpower to resist silencing her with a kiss.
“True. Every word in that promise is absolute truth. This house belongs to by grandmother and I have spent my childhood here with her. The only little detail that I forgot to mention was that Olivia does not live here right now.”
Enya looked so furious, Thomas was afraid she would change her mind. When she leaned closer, he feared she was going to carve his eyes out of their sockets. What he did not expect was for her mouth to crash into his in a maddeningly possessive kiss.
“Let us go to my bedroom,” he whispered into her ear when she finally released his lips.
She was breathless. So was he as his voice was low and husky, with all the need that flowed through his body. There was a slight disappointment in her eyes, anger in her voice but enough thrill in her body that he knew every touch of him set her on fire.
She nodded.
There was one more thing Thomas needed to do. He pulled her scarf off her shoulders and leaned in.
“Will you allow me to blindfold you, Enya? Will you trust me enough to do that?”
His voice was so low; she could hardly hear his request. It was not even a question but a plea. Thomas knew how much he asked of her. He also knew this was not just a wicked game for him. He was not ready to bare his soul to her like he had done on that very first night they had spent together. Now, he knew he did not want her to recognize him and he was afraid that tattoos hidden underneath his suit, which were in the same style as his street art, would give him away. Thomas expected a no from her lips. Any woman in her reasonable mind would have said no.
“Yes,” Enya submitted to his crazy request yet again.
She was allowing him to play his little game and agreed to fulfill all his wishes. Thomas suddenly found himself wondering who was playing whom? This woman had his little dark heart wrapped around her finger and that made him happier that he had ever felt before.
10
Enya felt her whole body tremble. She leaned closer, climbed on her toes and captured his lips in a long, passionate kiss. She brushed his lips with her tongue, touched that tiny crack on the left corner of his lower lip that was not giving her peace for so many nights. She struggled to keep her eyes open when she kissed him. Enya had just agreed to let him deprive her from not only any bit of control but also the chance to watch his magnificent body naked. This was not fair to any woman, especially not to her who was mesmerized by those green eyes. A part of Enya was still glad. She wasn’t sure how she could survive his intense gaze as he made love to her.
Thinking while kissing is not helping, Enya realized as she found that she had lost the control over the kiss. Thomas pulled her wrists together and held her hands securely behind her back. With his free hand, he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head to a side, deepened the kiss. Now it was his tongue dictating the rhythm of their dance and he sucked up her lips until they hurt. When he let go of her, her lips were swollen and carried the sweet taste of his mouth.
“Thomas?” she murmured his name. It was unusual to call him by his first name and it tasted good on her tongue.
“Yes, darling?” his voice was low, husky, hungry.
“I am ready,” she said.
Am I? She found herself second guessing herself despite her body’s ache to continue. Am I indeed ready to trust him completely?
His sudden decision to blindfold her on their very first date could mean only one thing - he was not ready to trust her. Yet, that was what he demanded of her. What troubled Enya was how she let this get so out of control so quickly. In less than a month Enya was having sex on a first date for the first time. Before, to let a man touch her she needed to know everything about him. Sex was something that came later, much later, in a relationship. Now, within one month she was jumping into the bed with the second men she didn’t really know. Both of them were dangerously charming, but capable of hurting her more than any of the boring guys she had dated before.
Thomas kissed her temple as he slowly wrapped her scarf around her eyes. That very first moment of being deprived of her eyesight, Enya felt shivers run through her whole body. She panicked and her first thought was to ask him to release her.
“Breath, darling” Thomas whispered the calming words into her ear.
Placing his hands on her hips, he slowly turned her body and pulled her closer to that she was leaning against his hard chest. He was the anchor she needed to trust if she hoped to survive this night, and enjoying it.
Both of Thomas’ hands ran up her body, touching her stomach. With the tip of his finger, he circled her navel and thrust lightly into that little hole she never thought would be so sensitive. His hands continued their journey upward until he was cupping both her breasts in his hands. Her heartbeat was so fast and so loud that Enya was sure Thomas could hear it clearly. He squeezed the soft globe in his hand and jolts of pleasure burst inside her body.
Every little touch felt so much more intense; every puff of his breath on her skin made her jump, making her aware of the hundreds of tiny bumps that rose on her skin; every word he said echoed through her soul and found its reflections in her throbbing clit.
He unzipped her dress and pushed it down her shoulders. The light fabric caressed her body as it revealed her to him. With it gone, she was standing in front of him in her underwear and the scarf around her eyes. She wondered what he thought, whether he liked her or not. Enya could only guess he did from his heavy, uneven inhales of air.
The dress pooled at her ankles and Enya moaned imagining how they looked together - he fully clothed and in control of their bodies; she in his arms, naked. He pushed her breasts out of the lacy cups of her bra. Her nipples immediately hardened at the touch of the cool air. He squeezed those excited beads between his two fingers and rubbed them until she was screaming and begging him for release.
“Easy, darling,” Thomas spoke to her again. “You’ll get everything you need; in time. When I think you are ready.”
He tugged at her nipples and Enya screamed. He had worked them out to their limits. Enya could only imagine how red her poor buds looked. They felt on fire. The hot, wet mouth that covered the left one did not make it any better. She winced as she pushed her chest deeper into his mouth. She wasn’t sure what she was doing. She had never been so daring, but not seeing any of what was happening in this bedroom, left her with only one thing, trusting in their contact.
He took her deeper into her mouth, sucking and threatening her with his teeth. His hand did not give any rest to her other nipple so long until he planted tiny kissed all over her chest moving his attention to it. With so much attention to her upper body, Enya wished Thomas had more hands and more mouths to give some of that attention to the southern parts of her body. Her clit was screaming to be touched, her pussy throbbing with need and her juices running down her inner thighs. Her panties were already too soaked to prevent the mess developing between her legs.
“Please,” she breathed.
Enya never thought touching her nipples could be enough to get her off. She imagined that the scarf had probably done the trick. She could not see his next move, never knew which nipple was going to be tortured by his mouth and which would be tugged and rubbed between his fingers. His tongue was making those maddeningly slow circles around her left nipple now and Enya was sure that after another moment, her heart was going to burst out of her chest right into his hungry mouth.
More... was the only thing on her mind. More touches, more sensations, more of him, more of his mouth and his hands on her. Enya’s own hand slid d
own between her legs to touch her aching clit. His hand caught it a moment before the tip of her finger landed on that wet spot on her panties.
“Only I get to touch you,” he hissed in his husky voice sending shivers through her body again. “All you need to do is ask, darling.” He placed a kiss on the tip of her nipple. “Too much lace,” he complained as he ripped her bra off. He traced his tongue circling both of her breasts leaving hot wet traces.
Then, taking her hand into his he showed how good it could feel if he completely trusted him. He drew her finger down her chest, her soft stomach. He kissed her everywhere her finger touched her. After he circled her navel with her own finger, he pushed his tongue and thrust into it, wettening it with his saliva, then blew cool air and Enya almost burst in pleasure. Almost. He paused before allowing that explosion to occur.
It was becoming too unbearable. Yet, urging him to give her what she wanted, she knew damn well he would not give it to her as long as he could. Enya knew this realization was what he needed of her; submitting completely, letting him pleasure her as he willed.
Their joined fingers slid further down, touching her inner thighs, getting dangerously close to her mound, yet never touching, never getting her finger on her clit. Enya concluded that she was never going to get a release and she felt tears ready to run down her cheeks. A moment later, he took her hand away from her heat-radiating body. Placing both his hands on her waist, he led her to the bed.
“Kneel on it,” he whispered into her ear.
Enya did as he demanded. She felt the mattress shift under his weight when he climbed behind her.
“Trust me,” he urged her.
He dug his nose into her hair, inhaling her scent, whispering to her words that touched her soul as sensually as his hands did her body. Enya threw her head back and leaned on his shoulder. His mouth found her earlobe. He bit into it and her body jerked. His strong hands cupped her breasts again; holding her still. He sucked on her lobe, soothing her. Then, again, bit into her flesh when she did not expect it. He continued rubbing her nipples and nibbling on her earlobe. He put more and more pressure until her body was jerking with every touch, her back arching with pain and pleasure. His nails dug into the soft skin on her breasts, marking her skin and Enya screamed. That scream and the pleasure that followed the sharp pain echoed inside her, setting every nerve ending in her body at the edge.
His mouth moved to her neck, licking and biting her skin. His fingers never let go of her nipples. It felt like her life depended on those two little hard beads. They throbbed violently. It was becoming impossibly hard to breathe. All the storming sensations were so overwhelming, that Enya had not realized when he had let go of one nipple. She knew about it only when a hard slap landed on her clit. She jerked as her clit screamed and an unexpected wave of pleasure pierced through it. The wave grew impossibly big inside her, consuming all of her. Her breath caught and for a moment she could not even scream to let go of the pleasure.
“Breath,” he spoke to her again and as Enya tried to force air out of her body, the wild waves of orgasm that were frozen inside her for that long moment were set free. Her body shook uncontrollably. He held her still in her place. “No time to rest,” she heard him say at he easily turned her and pushed down on the bed.
Enya’s head was spinning, her breathing still too heavy for her to make any sounds. He took her shaking hands into his and straddling her body directed her hands to undress him. Enya struggled with the buttons of his shirt in her blind shaky hands. Thomas grew too impatient and he ripped it off without bothering with the buttons. Enya heard the tiny plastic discs clatter to the floor making loud clicking sounds. With her wrists again firmly in his grip, he ran her palms along the hills and valleys of his hard chest. His skin was warm and she loved the feel of his stomach rise and fall beneath her touch.
“You’ve done enough touching,” she could hear his wicked grin in his voice.
She needed that mouth on her badly. Enya licked her lips and found that they felt so dry. She did not get to ask him for a kiss, though. His lips crushed hers and stole the most possessive kiss she ever knew. When his mouth let go of her, she was not only out of her breath, but also found that he had her hands tied above her head.
How did that happen? Enya’s question to herself did not get any explanation from Thomas. She assumed that he had used the shirt that he had ripped from his body only a moment ago. Her panties were the next to be torn off and Enya winced as his mouth kissed her very swollen and very needy lower lips. It was a passionate kiss, not less than the one on her mouth. His tongue slid up and down brushing her clit and putting more pressure with every touch.
“You taste good,” he said. “Wanna try?”
He was back to kissing her mouth again and this time his lips had her own flavor on them. Rising back to his knees, Thomas brought one of her legs to his shoulder. He kissed her ankle, rubbed her toes until she was arching her back.
“Beautiful view,” he whispered and Enya realized though she did not see it, she was so exposed to him.
He was kneeling between her wide open legs, still in his pants, and watching her very wet mound that had been licked thoroughly by him. With her hands trapped above her head, Enya moaned when she heard him unzip his pants. The mattress shifted again and she knew he was getting rid of them while she could neither see nor touch him. Soon, a very hard cockhead poked into her inner thigh. Enya’s toes curled when he coated himself in her juices. Straddling her outstretched leg, he grabbed her hips and slowly pushed his granite-hard cock into her pussy.
Thomas pulled her ass slightly up, getting the perfect angle as he claimed her fully. He was big and hard, and so hot, her insides trembled. He pulled all the way back until he was completely out of her. Enya whimpered. He rubbed her clit hard with his cockhead and she rocked her ass, trying to get more of him. He held her still, pressing her down only the mattress. His cock slid back, thrusting into her until his balls touched her ass again. He slowly pulled out again and pushed back in. Slow, very slow.
He caressed her hip and ran his fingers down her leg until he reached for her toes. He massaged them, continuing to push into her. His other hand still held her leg immovable against his side. Every time Enya tried to push into him, he held her still, punishing her withdrawing back and slapping her clit with his cock. As much as she enjoyed the punishment, she loved his rhythmic thrusts, the way he claimed her slowly, finding the right angle to hit the very sensitive spot she needed.
Is he looking at me? Is he liking what he sees? There was so much Enya wanted to know. She was too overwhelmed with various sensations he gave her body, but her mind needed some answers as well.
“Please, tell me what you see,” she asked him between ragged beaths.
He paused. Maybe considering her request, or maybe displeased that she was interfering with his plan. Enya's heart beat fast and wild as moments slid by and he did not say anything. He did not move either. She could feel the hard, throbbing cock buried deep inside her, her pussy squeezing him and quivering around him.
“I see the most beautiful woman spread on my bed,” he started talking to her in his very low voice. It was almost more of a growling than talking. “I’ve never dared to bring a girl here when I was a kid. I would only lie down and fantasize.”
He resumed his thrusts. They were slow and sensual as if only to serve as the background of his story.
“Never,” he puffed. “Even in my wildest fantasies, did I see someone who made me so mad with desire.”
He pushed into her hard; so hard and so deep that her back arched and she let out a startled scream. He continued massaging the toes of her foot that was resting on his shoulder. The pleasure was flowing from those toes into her, storming through her body and reaching all the way to her brain. His words made her feel beautiful, and his touched made her feel desirable.
He leaned forward, crushing her body under his weight and kissed her lips. He was so deep inside her, stretching her
to open up more to him, to take more of him. Thomas did not pull back, he continued thrusting into her. Her breasts crushed underneath his chest got maddeningly pleasant stimulation, so did her clit. Her toes were numb, as were her hands and were she realized that they were starting to hurt. Desperately needy and completely under his control, Enya let him fuck her to his heart's content. He slowed every time her breathing was getting too harsh, warning him that she was close to her orgasm. Then, he gradually would build up the speed again, and then again shift to slower and deeper thrusts.
Thomas leaned back again and pulled her other leg up to his shoulder. He rose to his knees, pulling her ass up with him. He started rocking in and out of her with fast and jerky movies. Her ass was drenched with sweat, her toes curled with pleasure. How much more could she take from him before exploding around him again?
“Now,” she heard Thomas groan.
Enya heard a thud along with Thomas’ command and realized it was a hard slap on her ass. The sound came one blink before she felt the plain. Another one soon followed and one more. That last one pushed her over the edge.
