He lifts his head and nods, staring at me intently. “Yes.”
I line my mouth up to his ear and whisper in a silky voice. “Then do whatever you want with me, Javi. Break me for all I care. Just make me scream.”
“Fuck, Princess. You don’t know what you’re asking for.” He reaches into his pocket and extracts a piece of black satin that looks like a tie.
“What’s that for?”
The corners of his lips rise as he stares at me. “Have you ever been blindfolded, Sydney?”
I shake my head. “No.”
His smile grows wider. “Then that’s another first of yours I get to claim.” His hands rise with the fabric and he carefully places it over my eyes, blocking out the minuscule light in the room. Once he’s satisfied with the knot, he grabs my hand and brings me over to another point in the room. I can hear my breathing and my heartbeat in my ears as I anticipate what comes next.
The graze of his fingers on my hips startles me, but then I melt into his touch as he lifts my shirt from my body, the cool air hitting my skin and raising goosebumps along my limbs.
I stand there waiting for more just as his lips press against my stomach right above my belly button, making my breath hitch. He plants gentle kisses along my abdomen, dipping his tongue beneath the waistband of my leggings just as his thumbs hook inside and he drags them down my legs. He helps me step out of them, and then I’m standing there alone again.
“God, you’re fucking perfect,” he mutters as his hands move up and down my arms and then to my back where he pops the clasp on my bra and relieves it from my torso, leaving me standing in front of him in nothing but my thong. I’m naked and blindfolded, and yet, I have no qualms about this predicament.
In fact, I’m bursting at the seams for his next move.
The sudden touch of his nose on my slit has me lurching forward, bracing my hands on his shoulders as he kneels between my legs, inhaling my scent and pressing his tongue along the already soaked fabric.
“So sweet,” he says against my pussy.
“Javi,” I moan just as the slap of his hand on my ass makes me jump.
“What did I say? Who’s in control here?”
“You,” I reply.
“That’s right. Now let me do what I’ve been thinking about for days.” He rips my thong from my body, yet another sacrifice being made in this game we’re playing.
But I’m not sure it’s the only one. No … I feel like my heart is wanting to put in her two cents too because no matter how attractive I find Javier, there’s a part of me that’s drawn to his soul as well.
I feel like we understand each other in an unspoken way. It makes me want to know more. And maybe I’ll just have to push for that down the line.
This isn’t about that, Sydney. This is about sex. Focus on that, not whether you’ll be able to give this up when it ends.
Before I can overthink the future too much, Javi dives his tongue between my legs, pushing them open wider so he can fuck me with his mouth.
And boy, does he do the job right.
Short flicks, long drags, teasing circles—his tongue works me over like I’m on a rollercoaster—except I can’t anticipate what’s coming next because I can’t see. All I can do is feel.
“God, you’re so fucking wet.”
“You do that to me.”
“You’re stroking my ego, Princess,” he says, chuckling between licking me.
“It’s true.”
That causes him to stop and I wonder if I’ve said the wrong thing.
But then Javier is guiding me to another part of the house, far from where we were just moments ago. Before I know it, I feel something soft behind me and as I put my hands out, I sense a bed with a down comforter placed on top.
“Stay like that,” he commands as my hands freeze on the bed behind me. My back is slightly arched, pushing my chest out.
And then Javier smacks my breast, causing me to shriek and then moan in pleasure.
“You like that?”
“Yes.”
Then his fingers are on my tits, twisting my nipples. “Fuck. The things I want to do to this body, Princess. I want to tie you up, fuck you hard … I can’t decide what to do first.”
My breaths come out in short, little pants. “Then do them all.”
My body is flying within a second, landing on the bed behind me as I hear Javier remove his pants and rip a foil packet. And then the bed dips, his weight inching closer to me, hovering over me but never touching my body.
A light flick of his tongue hits my nipple, and then it moves to my hip bone, and then my clit. My chest is heaving as he grants me short flicks of his magical tongue at different places all over my body before I feel another piece of satin graze my wrist.
“Lift your hands above your head, Princess.” I follow his directions, bringing my hands above my head and clasping my fingers as he ties them together and rests them back down on the bed.
“Leave your hands up there. You move, I stop.”
I nod, but say nothing, knowing that the more I speak the longer he’s going to drag this out. My core is on fire right now, burning so hot for this man as I wait for him to give me what I need—what I think I’ve always needed and just never found.
Until him.
The head of his cock presses against my entrance as his palms widen my legs, and the intrusion makes me gasp.
“Let me in, Sydney. Relax, baby.” His term of endearment twirls in my brain for a second, causing all sorts of havoc, before his cock dives deeper into my pussy, effectively pushing that
