Blind with Love

by Becca Jameson

  Kristen’s struggles beneath him, sweet squirming driving him wild, increased. Her breathing sharp, ragged pants. She was close to a full-blown orgasm.

  In their desperate attempt to situate themselves as quickly as possible on his bed, her tiny skirt had bunched up around her waist. Gently, but precisely, Chase lifted his torso the slightest bit and smoothly dragged his free hand down between their bodies. The moment he cupped her damp, lace-covered mound and applied pressure, she exploded. Her body shook with tremors. Surely the neighbors in the adjoining apartment heard her groan of relief. He didn’t care. Her warm essence leaked out through the flimsy material of her tiny panties to soak his hand. What purpose did they really serve? He would ask her not to wear any in the future. He moaned against her at the thought of her, out on the town on his arm, with nothing under her tight short skirt.

  It took a great deal of restraint not to involuntarily join Kristen. There were so many things he still wanted to do to her before he made that last final leap. Although it didn’t seem possible, he was growing even harder listening to the pants escaping her lips as the orgasm subsided. He held himself stiff above her and bit the inside of his cheek to slow the burn, buy himself a few precious moments.

  *

  The pleasure had been unbearable. When did he move his hand to mold it over me? How did he manage to bring Kristen to the best climax of her life essentially, with her clothes on? Hell, even her shirt was still on and her bra was merely open, but definitely not off. Lord, she was easy. After all the stress of the last few weeks, she must have really been in need of release.

  As he returned to the process of fondling her everywhere he could reach above her waist, she regained some semblance of sanity. What could she say?

  “Mmmm,” she managed. “I can’t believe what you just did.” Sure, blame him. He isn’t the one that just shot off like some kind of hussy.

  “Baby, that was the sexiest thing I have ever experienced.” He leaned down for a gentle kiss and eased his tongue into her mouth to worship it like she was a goddess. She felt like the queen of the goddesses, if there were such a thing.

  “I…” He covered her mouth with his hand.

  “Don’t talk. Don’t think. Just feel. I haven’t even begun.” Was he serious? Her arms were going to fall asleep pinched between his legs and her sides, especially since it had been a while since blood was available to flow freely through them. All she could do was sigh and lie limp like a noodle at his mercy, drained from the intense orgasm.

  Gradually he removed his firm frame from above her and began to remove her clothes with the care of a child tending to a doll. He pulled her up just enough to yank her shirt and bra away from her body and then felt around her skirt to locate and unzip the offensive material. Kristen was barely able to lift her torso enough for him to haul it and her soaked panties over her hips.

  She lay completely naked on his soft down comforter, warm and satiated, and unashamed. The desire to have this man between her thighs was still forefront in her mind. Her pussy ached with the need. Hell, he hadn’t even touched her directly with his fingers, let alone his cock. A shiver ran up her spine at the thought of his naked body pressing into hers. As she stared up at the most gorgeous torso she’d ever seen, her clit pulsed. If he could see the excited nub, he would find it standing at attention, begging for more.

  “Chase…I need you…now.”

  “Not yet. I’m not done exploring you.” He lay down alongside her and his fingertips slid lightly from her neck to the valley of her breasts. “Just let me see you. My way. I need this.” His words were so erotic.

  She pressed her head deeper into the pillow. Lord. She was going to combust beneath his touch. He made a slow circle around one nipple and then the other, before traveling lower. Her breath caught. It seemed he was attempting to memorize every inch of her.

  Kristen tried to remain still and let him learn her body with his fingers. It was a reasonable request. After all, she was staring at his perfectly sculpted abs and he needed his fingers to get the same effect.

  “At least take the rest of your clothes off so I can look at you while you ‘look’ at me. It’s only fair.” He rewarded her request with a grin that spread across his face. Slow. Sexy. Alluring.

  “Baby, nobody said this was going to be fair.” His masculine laugh sent another shiver through her heated body. “I’ll agree to remove my pants, if you agree to look but not touch. Deal?”

  Kristen licked her lips in anticipation. “It’s a start, but I can’t promise not to touch you.” This game he was playing was hot.

  How long can I keep my hands off him? Did the man realize what he was asking of her?

  He stood right next to the edge of the bed and slowly popped the button on his pants. A seductive strip tease continued with the leisurely lowering of the zipper, and Kristen licked her lips watching him shimmy his pants, together with his underwear, past his hips. He dropped them to the floor and casually stepped out of them while Kristen stared for the first time at the exquisite cock released from the tight confines of his slacks. Was it longer and thicker than what she’d remembered experiencing with other men in the past? Could she possibly muster up enough restraint to keep from leaning over and sucking him into her mouth?

  “My God, you are beautiful. Like a Roman god. Sculpted to perfection, like one of those statues posed at the entrance to a museum.” Her restraint would be unsurpassed if she succeeded in keeping her hands off him.

  Like a sleek cat, he crawled up onto the bed to lie down next to her, the bed dipping beneath the weight of his delicious tan body. He pulled her hands above her head to place against the headboard. “Don’t move them. Can I trust you?”

  “I…I’ll try.” She licked her lips, dry from watching him strip while sucking in deep breaths of air. Did he know what he was asking of her? Could she hold still, not touch him? Her body lay stiff in an effort to not reach for him, her mouth watering to taste him.

  Where are these thoughts coming from?

  Kristen had not previously been particularly fond of oral sex. But something about this man made her want on a whole new level. Want to have him as deeply inside her as possible. Want to nuzzle her face into his groin, and lick and suck until he screamed her name. Want to make him feel the way she was feeling. Wanted.

  Was all this a reflection of the fact she knew she wouldn’t have this opportunity again? Or was it more?

  Chase continued his slowly meandering examination of her entire body. He delicately traced his finger around her nipples, over and over, until she couldn’t hold still a moment longer. And then, without ever having actually touched them, he moved lower and continued the torture by circling her clit just as gently, in a spiral that got increasingly smaller, but never quite reached its destination. She thought of a penny swirling around and around in one of those funnels at the science center, moving almost imperceptibly closer to the center, while everyone held their breath waiting for it to reach its destination. Only Chase never quite reached the center. Moisture leaked out of her. He moved further down her body, skimming the inner-skin of her thighs, passing up the moist center of her that ached for his touch. She wanted to spread her thighs and drag him into her depth.

  “You are so incredibly soft.” His voice was low, a dark seduction that squeezed a soft moan from her lips. “Your skin is flawless. Do you have any birthmarks?”

  What? How can he expect me to speak at this moment? Did he not realize the effect he was having on her?

  She moved her gaze from his wandering hand to his face and saw he knew exactly what he was doing. His sexy smirk told exactly how aware he was that she was reeling with the need to climax. Again. He’d calculated the entire episode. She was not even going to respond to his question. It would be futile anyway. She didn’t have the energy available to make small talk while Chase’s greedy hand worked its way up, up, up.

  Ohhh… She arched into his touch. Of their own accord, Kristen’s hands moved to c
up Chase’s face.

  “Baby,” he mumbled, “we had an agreement.” Shit.

  “Actually,” she moaned, not recognizing her sultry voice, “you had an agreement. Now, it’s my turn.”

  “Nooo. I’ll let you know when I’m done, one way or another.” He was breathless, barely able to mumble the words. His touch on her body was driving him just as mad. His cock pulsed against the side of her thigh. He leaned down lower to continue into her ear. “Now put…your greedy…little hands…back above that sexy head of yours.” She shivered with the warm air on her neck, but obeyed his soft command.

  Kristen was horny as hell as his breathy speech shot daggers to her once again burgeoning clit. Luckily, he finally took pity on her plight and moved. Moved a lot. He crawled down between her legs and used both hands to push them as wide as he could. Her gasp of relief was loud, and the strain to hold her arms above her with her thighs open to him made her grasp the rungs of the headboard.

  *

  On his next inhale, Chase breathed in the most wonderful scent he had ever smelled. Kristen was like honey, and Chase was sure he was a bear. His face was inches from her pussy. He took a moment to breathe in her essence. He knew without a doubt this was his life partner. This was the woman of his dreams. Kristen would bear his children. The thought both scared and excited him. He didn’t have any idea how or why he knew this, but the moment was serene. Perfect.

  She was perfect.

  Chase spread Kristen’s center wide with his fingers, and then he finally did what he’d been dreaming of almost from the moment she’d entered the restaurant earlier this evening. He pressed his tongue against her moist heat and licked her from the base of her sex to the delicate little pulsing nub begging him to take it into his mouth. Kristen nearly shot off the bed, and was that a scream? Fuck. Yeah. Blood slammed into his groin hot and furiously. He sucked harder, wanting to hear her scream again. Chase wanted nothing more than for her to be completely uninhibited with him. Expressive in every way.

  Gripping her thighs with his hands, he held her still so he could enjoy the feast laid out before him. She trembled. Her breathing rapid and shaky. He was trembling too, pressing his erection into the mattress to keep from coming. Chase stretched his tongue into her as far as he could and swirled it around the sides, thoroughly enjoying the taste—all Kristen, unique and pure woman. He needed to be inside her, but wanted her to come apart underneath him again first.

  When she moaned again, on the brink of another orgasm, he replaced his tongue with one finger and moved to circle her sweet clit, then slowly sucked her into his mouth. When her body sucked at his finger, tightening as she gripped him, he quickly added two more fingers, twisting his arm to adjust to the angle he knew would set her off. At the same time, he applied the slightest pressure to her nub with his teeth. That was it. His angel went off like a firecracker. She moaned loud enough to unsettle the dust in the room, her insides grabbed and milked at his fingers, threatening to drag him further into her core.

  He didn’t release her for several moments, letting her orgasm ride long waves, until at last she started to settle back down into the comforter, her chest heaving like she’d just run a marathon.

  Slowly, Chase crawled up Kristen’s body to position himself as though he were staring into her face. Inserting a finger into his mouth, he sucked the remains of her sweet nectar off while listening to her gasp. God. He couldn’t get enough of her.

  Chase wished, for the first time in his life, he could really “see” what words couldn’t possibly express.

  *

  When Kristen could once again breathe normally, she took a deep breath and released a long sigh. He moved to nibble behind her ear and the words in her head screamed “I could love you”. Love? She had known this hunk of man for less than half a day. What was she thinking?

  Since words of love were definitely not an option, Kristen went with the next best thing. “You’re amazing. Incredible. I’ve never felt so sated.” And cherished.

  Chase was breathing even heavier than she. His rock-hard cock nudged at her entrance, now that he’d aligned himself with her. How the hell can he control himself like that? Her sex, still wet and hot from two fantastic orgasms, longed to have him fill her. His turn was over.

  Before he could ponder further means of torturing her, Kristen flipped him over and straddled him, catching his throbbing cock between her legs. He gasped, but she was undaunted.

  “Buddy, I have news for you. It is most assuredly my turn.” It wasn’t a question. It didn’t brook any argument.

  “Seems…fair…” he garbled. He was panting.

  Kristen leaned over him and lapped at one tight firm nipple while pinching the other simultaneously. He actually shivered as she continue exploring the texture of his smooth chest with her lips, lower and lower over his abs and then his equally solid thighs, carefully avoiding the main event. Payback was a bitch.

  A knowing smile spread across her face as she lifted herself ever so slightly to stare into his face, an expression of utter bliss rising in his features. He was not breathing.

  “I’m going to lick my way from your balls,” she placed a finger on his sac, “to the tip of your rock-hard cock.” She slid a fingernail up his shaft.

  He choked on an inhale and she chuckled softly. Her face was so close to his erection, her hot breath spreading over him with each exhale. His rod bobbed up and down, straining to reach ecstasy if she just lowered her mouth a teensy bit more.

  Chase blew out a lungful of air and inhaled again.

  Kristen finally tickled his balls lightly all over with her tongue, before dragging it up the shaft and then swirling it around the mushroom-shaped head. She even dipped the tip of her tongue into the little slit to taste his essence. His musk was heady and powerful, a scent that was his and his alone.

  “God, Kristen… Don’t stop.” His breathing was short pants. He threaded his fingers through her hair, nudging her closer. “I can’t wait. Need your mouth on me, now.”

  Kristen slowly sucked his entire cock into her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat.

  Chase moaned, loud.

  His grip on her hair tightened as she increased the suction and drew her mouth back to the tip.

  Before she could drag his delicious erection back in, Chase released her hair, grabbed her shoulders and flipped her beneath him, stealing her breath.

  “Can’t…wait…another…moment,” he muttered, nibbling on her lips and reaching toward the nightstand. “Need to be…inside you.”

  After several moments, Chase pulled back a fraction and inhaled. The only sound in the room was their ragged breathing.

  He ripped open the foil package, removed the latex from its wrapping and rolled the condom on in one smooth movement. Kristen arched into him, willing him to hurry.

  As quickly as he could, Chase leaned over Kristen, ravaging her mouth, long and sensual. Damn if she didn’t feel it straight to her toes. His hardness pulsed against her clit. She reached around to squeeze his butt and draw him into her core.

  “Please…”

  *

  Chase hovered over Kristen for only an instant, poised at her entrance. He delicately cupped her face with his hands, resting his entire weight on his elbows. A futile attempt to not crush her or hurt her, because without any further preamble, he was unable to hold back another instant and thrust, filling her to the hilt.

  Oh God. She was so tight, he couldn’t hold back his gasp. So hot. So wet. So…his.

  Her pussy fluttered around him, begging him to move, to increase the friction, to do something, anything. And move he did. He gradually pulled himself from her so just the very tip of his head remained lodged inside.

  Damn. She feels so good. Don’t come yet. Don’t come yet. Perhaps repeating the mantra in his head would help ease the pressure and buy him a few minutes of time to enjoy her before he could no longer control the urge to explode within her walls.

  Seconds were all h
e got. Her delicate tender hands running all over his back and ass sent chills up his spine, making his dick even harder. He wanted to hold on to the ecstasy a little longer, but as soon as she gripped his butt and raised her hips in eager supplication, he slammed home once again and began a frantic rhythm that was beyond his control. He thought she might have moaned in response, but he couldn’t be sure. His head spun and even his heightened senses were all shutting down. The only thing governing his world was the fiery sensation threatening to burst at any moment.

  Grinding his teeth, he plunged in and out of her warm, wet body until he could no longer hold off his impending orgasm. He’d wanted her to come with him. He’d wanted this to be the best she’d ever experienced. With his mind in a fog, he reached between them and pinched her engorged clit.

  She screamed.

  His entire body stiffened. He thrust forward for the last time, pushing as deep as he could reach inside her. Suddenly light burst in his darkened world. Wave after wave of pure bliss exploded from him. The orgasm was so intense and long it took him a moment to realize she was pulsing around him, too. She clutched him so tightly there would be marks on his back from her fingers. Her vaginal walls continued to milk him even after he regained his senses. It was the sexiest moment ever. One he would never forget as long as he lived. And he hoped it would be a life that stretched for an eternity, with her beneath him as often as possible.

  Chase didn’t want to pull from Kristen. He didn’t want this moment to end. But his arms were beginning to quiver with the effort of holding himself above her. Slowly, he lowered himself down beside her and drew her into his embrace. She was panting heavily, a sweet sound of fulfillment, and still grasping at him, unwilling to let go. It was endearing and intimate.