by Alexis Angel
“Sit up,” I say.
She does as I ask. I tie the sash around her eyes. It covers her eyes perfectly. She smooths down her hair, and I tie the sash around her head, taking care not have her hair caught in the knot. I test how tight it is.
“Can you see anything?” I ask.
She presses her fingers to the sash next to her eyes. “No,” she says.
I gently lay her back down. For a moment, I just stare at her. Naked, draped across the bed and blindfolded, she’s a sight to behold.
I think of other things, of how it would be if I could tie her up along with the blindfolding. Tie her spread eagle to the bed so I can have my way with her, or tie her arms up to the headboard above her head, or hogtie her.
I shake off the thoughts. I won’t do it to her now, but a man can dream. Right now, the sight of her in front of me, blindfolded, ready for me, is more than enough. I don’t need anything more than her. I want her, and I’m going to take her, but I want to tease her first and play with sensations. The blindfold opens a whole new world of teasing for me, and I’m excited to explore it.
I’m still sitting next to her while she’s lying on the bed, and I lean forward, planting a kiss on her lips. She jerks lightly, like she didn’t expect it. This is the part that I love about blindfolding someone. The simplest things become a surprise. Every other sense is heightened, but we’re not used to it, and it creates a thrill.
Skylar
I’ve never been blindfolded before, and the sensation is amazing. I can’t see anything. Because of it, all my other senses are heightened. I feel myself straining to hear, trying to figure out where Parker is and what he’s doing.
When he kisses me, it’s unexpected. I didn’t feel him move, and I get a small fright, but the kiss is sensual. Parker pauses a moment before he carries on kissing me. His hand moves to my cheek, his tongue slips into my mouth, and it’s so much hotter than our kisses before.
I’m already liking the blindfold.
He moves on the bed, and I’m guessing he’s coming closer. His weight shifts.
The blindfold has the outcome I think Parker was going for. I can already feel myself getting wetter again, ready for him to take me. Being blindfolded and at his liberty is strangely a liberation in itself. I have to let go, to trust.
Parker puts his hands on my stomach so I know where he is. Slowly, he moves up to the skin on my breasts. I don’t know what it would have been like if he’d gone for my breasts straight, but the anticipation he’s building now and my inability to see him slip closer and closer to my breasts drives me crazy.
His hands slide onto my breasts, and he squeezes them lightly. He massages them, circling the nipple without touching it. I want him to touch them. He holds out on me, and it makes me squirm. I want him to touch me, to tug on my nipples, to pinch them or roll them, or any of the things he usually does to them. He’s driving me mad.
I don’t interfere with my own hands, even though I want to. I know what he’s trying to do, and I like the idea. The sensation of being blindfolded and teased is new and exciting.
Finally, Parker takes a nipple into his mouth, and I groan. The anticipation was so much that when he sucks on me, it feels like a small release. He spends time on just the one nipple, licking it and rolling it in his mouth, sucking on it. He uses his teeth and lightly nibbles on my nipple before he sucks on it again. I moan, arching my back, pressing my breasts up and into his face.
When he’s done with the one nipple, he moves to the other and starts the whole process again. He licks a small trail around my nipple before flicking his tongue over it and then taking it into his mouth. When he sucks on my nipple, I gasp again, and I squirm as he pays attention to my breasts, worshipping me.
His hands slide from my breasts onto my arms, all the way to my wrists. He raises my arms above my head and holds both wrists in one hand. For a moment, he pins my body with his, and I can’t move. It’s restraint, but it’s so intimate and I moan, moving my body beneath his.
“Stay like this,” he whispers in my ear. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
He lets go of me, climbs off the bed, and I think he leaves the room, although I can’t be sure. I strain my ears to hear something, anything, but there’s nothing. I’m alone in the room, blindfolded. I’m not restrained so if I really wanted to, I could undo the blindfold and look around. But I don’t. This is part of the game, and he told me not to move, so I won’t.
I lie on the bed, naked, my arms raised above my head and a sash around my eyes. When I picture myself and imagine what I must look like, my core tightens. Parker knows just how to keep things spicy.
Everything about him is different than with Paul. I can’t believe everything I sacrificed when I married Paul. Of course, it was a necessity, but being able to experience it now is a gift in so many ways.
The bed dips, and I realize Parker is back. I wasn’t paying attention and didn’t hear him come in.
“You’re right where I left you,” he says. “Good girl.”
It’s such a small thing, a little compliment, maybe even condescending in a way, but it makes me feel warm when he says it, and I smile.
I wait for him to do something. I don’t know what it will be. My nerves are alive, every inch of me burning with anticipation. I sense him leaning closer to me, and then, something icy cold presses against my breast. Cold and wet. It takes me moment to realize it’s an ice cube.
My skin breaks out in goosebumps, as if my body wasn’t going to respond to the cold until the realization hit me.
Parker chuckles. I’m not sure why. He slides the ice cube to my nipple and circles it. My nipple tightens from the cold. I gasp. The sensation is different than anything I’ve felt before. The cold is new, but my body responds. I like what it feels like. I like how my body tightens.
Parker moves the ice cube onto my other breast, doing the same as before, circling my nipple.
Slowly, he moves the ice down my body, and I gasp, the cold making my skin tighten as he slides it down my body. He dips it into my belly button, and I whimper. He chuckles and keeps moving down.
I open my legs automatically when he comes closer. The ice on my skin counters the blazing anticipation. When he reaches my pussy, I shiver. He pushes the ice into my slit, and I gasp. It’s on my clit, and the cold is almost painful, but in a way that makes me hot and horny.
Parker slides the ice around my clit, his fingers grazing me now and then, and I jerk when they do. When he slides the ice cube to my entrance, I moan. The feeling is strange, hot and cold, delicious and different, all at the same time.
I’m going mad. I want him to take me. My body aches for him. I’m not sure if it’s the blindfold heightening my senses, the ice on my clit, or the fact that I’m naked and Parker is giving me so little as a tease, but I need him inside of me.
“Parker, I want you to fuck me,” I say.
“You do?” he asks. He’s teasing me, and I can hear the smile in his voice.
“Please,” I beg. I don’t keep my hands where he put them anymore. I try to reach for him. He moves out of reach, and I groan.
“Please, take me, Parker,” I say. “I want you.”
“How badly do you want me?” he asks.
God, I hate it when he teases me like this. I hate it because I want a release, and I want it now. But I love it because it builds up the sexual tension so much more.
“Parker, fuck me. I want you inside of me. I’m about to rip off this blindfold and get on top of you.”
Parker chuckles again. The mattress dips as he moves, and suddenly, he’s on top of me, his body pinning me down. He’s not using his full weight. I always marvel at how he knows how much I can handle and how much to hold back.
I expect his cock between my legs, to push into me so that I can be satisfied.
Instead of his cock, two fingers plunge into me, and I cry out. It’s so good, but it’s not what I wanted. But I don’t have time to complain. His f
ingers push deep into me, and he curls them, brushing against my G-spot. I squirm and writhe. My body is on fire as he keeps rubbing the rough spot inside my body, bringing me closer and closer to an orgasm.
Before I can get close enough, he stops and pumps his fingers in and out again, fucking me. He goes as hard and as fast as he can with his hand. I curl around his hand, knees bent, body squirming as much as he allows me with his body pinning me down.
Parker presses his lips against mine, muffling the sounds I’m making, and he kisses me, his tongue in my mouth so he’s entering me in two ways. I kiss him back, the hunger inside me trying to draw him in. His thumb finds my clit, and as he works two fingers inside me, he rubs his thumb against my clit. It’s at an awkward angle, a little crude, but it does the trick.
I cry out. I want to come. The orgasm is rapidly approaching, and I want the release I’ve been craving since he gave me oral.
Parker has other things in mind, though. He always does. He’s not the type of man that wants sex to be over quickly. He holds out as long as he can, and he pushes me to hold out that long, too.
Just as I think it, he stops, pulling his fingers out of me. I gasp, moaning in protest. I don’t know what he’s going to do. I can’t see him, look into his eyes, or read his face.
I don’t have to wait very long before I know what’s happening. He shifts himself onto my body completely, positioned between my legs, and pushes his cock into me in one swift movement.
I’m so wet that he slips right in, and I moan. He pushes in deep, waiting just a beat before he pulls out again. He starts bucking his hips, fucking me.
I cry out, arching my back so that my breasts push against his chest. He moves, reaching for my neck, and puts his hand around me. He doesn’t hold me tightly at all, but the reminder that he’s this strong and this dominant, does the trick. I cry out again, the heat kicking into a new gear.
He kisses me, holding me in place with his hips and the hands around my throat. His cock slams into me.
I moan, getting lost in the constant fucking. My body moves on the bed. Parker lifts his chest a little, and I can feel my breasts move back and forth. He fucks me like this for a while. When he stops, I want to complain, but he only pulls out for a moment. He lifts my legs and holds my ankles together in both hands. He pushes my legs to the left so I’m held at an angle, reliant on him for my balance. He puts one hand on my hip, the other holding my legs. He lowers them slowly so that I’m lying on my side, my body bent at a right angle, and he pushes into me again.
From the side, the sensation is different. He pulls out and pushes into me again. It takes me just a moment to get used to the feeling, and then he picks up his pace again, fucking me harder and harder.
I’m lying on my side, and my breasts are pressed up against each other, moving as he fucks me. I cry out, turning my face into the mattress.
He goes harder and faster still, my body rocking back and forth as he fucks with a constant rhythm that drives everything else away and there’s nothing left but me and Parker, right here, right now, and our sex.
I cry out in a jumble of incomprehensible words, and through my moaning, I can hear him making sounds, too, groaning with pleasure and the effort to push into me that hard and that fast.
I know I’m going to be tender when he’s done with me. I want it. I want him to finish me.
Parker
Skylar with a blindfold is hot as fuck, but I want to see her eyes. I pull out of her and reach forward, pulling the blindfold off. Her auburn hair is messy–sex hair is so hot on a woman–and I crawl onto the mattress next to her and lie down.
It doesn’t take a moment for her to know what I want. She pushes up and climbs onto me, facing my feet, straddling my hips. She’s on me, reverse cowgirl style, and it’s hot as hell. I have a perfect view of her back and her ass as she slides onto me. She gasps when she does, and I do the same. It doesn’t matter how many times she does it, I will never get used to the sensation of her sliding onto my cock.
She starts moving her hips, riding me. When she’s facing the wrong way like this, the feeling is completely different, and I gasp, breathing hard. Her ass pushes against my lower abdomen, and it’s perfect, round, and beautiful. I reach for her cheeks and squeeze them as she rides me.
She tips her head back, and her long hair falls over her back. I reach up and grab a handful of the stuff, pulling lightly. She moans when I do.
It didn’t take me very long to realize that she likes me to dominate her. I won’t go overboard, but I like pinning her down or holding her in a certain position that I choose. Blindfolding her had been just as sexy.
She moves her hips, rocking back and forth while her head is tipped back, her hair in my fist. Her back is arched, and I love how it makes her ass look.
When I let her hair go after a while, she picks up the pace. She starts bouncing up and down on my cock, pushing up with her legs and coming down on me again. I close my eyes and get lost in the feeling as she rides me. I put my hands on her hips and help her, encouraging her to keep bouncing, to lift her body up and down. I can just imagine what it’s doing for her breasts. They must be bouncing up and down, too.
As if she knows that’s what I’m thinking about, she leans backward. I sit up a little until her hair tickles my chest. I brace myself with one hand to keep me up, and with the other, I grab her breast and squeeze and pull. She cries out. I pinch the nipple just enough for it not to hurt, and she moans. I push myself up so that I’m sitting and I don’t need to hold myself up with one hand. It’s harder for her to stay on top of me that way, but I want both her breasts in my hands.
I play with her breasts, tug on her nipples, and she cries out.
When she’s had enough, she gets off me and pushes me back with her hands on my chest so that I’m lying down again. She gets back onto me, facing me this time
She starts bucking her hips wildly, riding me hard. Her legs are folded on either side of my body, her breasts swinging in front of me, and her hair falls over her face. Her eyes are closed, mouth open.
She reaches between her legs, and her finger finds her own clit. With her other hand, she grabs one of her own breasts, and she helps herself along.
I hold her hips and start fucking her from beneath, taking over. She moans and leans forward a little, making space for me. She’s rubbing her clit furiously, pinching her own nipple, and her mouth is open enough for me to think about pushing my cock into it again.
I don’t want to do that now, though. I want her to orgasm. I want to come inside of her at the same time.
I fuck her harder and faster, and I can feel my balls tighten, the orgasm just beyond reach.
She tips over the edge first. Her body clamps down on mine, and she cries out. She falls forward onto my chest, her body curling around me, and I can feel her muscles contract and release, contract and release. It’s all I need to push me over the edge, and I release inside of her with a cry of my own. I pump my come into her, emptying myself out while her body milks me and we orgasm together.
Finally, the orgasm fades, and I’m breathing hard. She’s on top of me, body limp now, her legs on either side of my body, and we’re breathing hard, chests heaving against each other.
When she lifts her head to look at me, her eyes are hooded, pupils dilated, and she has a satisfied smile on her face.
I pull her toward me and kiss her.
She clambers off me and collapses next to me. I’m starting to go soft. I turn toward her, my own body sluggish now. She smiles at me, and I plant a kiss on her forehead. I don’t know how to show her how much she means to me. I can’t tell her that yet. There is still so much to sort out in our lives.
For now, though, all those things feel so far away. Skylar is here with me, and we’re both basking in the afterglow of the sex we just had. It was mind blowing, but it always is. Skylar is adventurous in bed and fucking good at what she does. And I love fucking her.
“I should get ready
for work,” Skylar says. “Lizzie won’t be happy with me for coming in this late as it is.”
We get up. She showers quickly and runs out of the door. I’m not late yet because I only have to be at the office by eight. She’s later than late because she’s usually at the bakery by five
When she’s gone, I climb into the shower and wash the sex from my body. I shave in the shower and brush my teeth when I get out. I get dressed and get ready for work. I’m a little nervous to see Paul for lunch, but I’m eager to talk it out with him and get it all behind me.
I don’t like it when I get stuck with my brother, even though he’s a dick most of the time. And now that I have Skylar, the woman I’ve always wanted and had never been able to have, I feel more open to sort things out with him. I know that it’s not right of me to feel this way, but it’s the truth and I can’t change how I feel.
When lunch time rolls round, I drive to Blu Jam café where Paul and I agreed to meet. When I arrive, he’s already sitting in one of the dark leather booths. He looks serious as he stirs the coffee he already ordered.
I slide into the seat opposite him.
“I’m sorry I’m late,” I say.
“I’m early,” Paul replies. He looks neat and put together in a suit. He always dresses so formally to work. We both own companies. I wear whatever the hell I want, but Paul has never been that laid back.
A waitress arrives, and I order coffee from her.
“You’re not going to eat?” Paul asks.
“I’ll eat when we’re done talking. I want to get this over with first.”
Paul raises his eyebrows at me.
“Look, Paulie,” I say, talking to him the way I used to when we were kids. “This doesn’t matter. You know that, right?”
An emotion flickers across his face, but I can’t read it. He doesn’t respond so I push on.
“I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did when I found out about you being…” I clear my throat, unable to say the word. “It was just a shock. But you didn’t have to hide it. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
