2. Mary
Chapter 2
Mary
Stars explode behind my eyelids, and electric waves curse through me. My hips buck uncontrollably, and my insides clench around his fingers. I’m lost in sensation, crying out wordlessly as he works me through—I guess, what I can call—my first real orgasm.
When I float back down, body spent and tingling all over, he kisses his way back up my body.
“You’re so beautiful when you let go like that.” He brushes his knuckles over my cheek.
I nuzzle into his touch instead of answering because I can’t form words yet, still catching my breath.
He trails his hand down my body—over my neck, circling my breasts, across my stomach, and further down to my sensitive core.
“I don’t think I can go again so soon,” I say.
“Shh, just let me take care of you.” He strokes me gently, never applying too much pressure. It’s soothing rather than arousing, and I relax into his touch once more.
I don’t know how long we stay like that, his skillful fingers caressing my most intimate places while I float in a haze of satiation.
But eventually, he withdraws, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. “Was that okay?”
I reach for him blindly, hands landing on his chest. “It was perfect.”
The hardness of his arousal presses against my hip, and my desire builds again. My hands travel down to his pants, fumbling with the button, but it’s hard without seeing it.
He chuckles. “Wait.”
“You don’t want to?”
“That’s not what I meant. Stay like this.”
The bed bounces as I hear something rustling. Probably his clothes? The clink of a belt and something else falling to the ground.
“Spread your thighs,” he says.
What? No. It’s embarrassing.
Not being able to see is scary. My hands fly up to the blindfold, trying to find the knot. I can’t. This is too much.
“Leave it.”
My fingers stop their search at his hard voice, and instead of removing the blindfold or spreading my thighs, I sit up and crawl toward his voice. With my hands, I feel my way and stop at what feels like the end of the bed.
His voice appears close to my ear. “I told you to spread your thighs. Didn’t I?”
“You did.”
“Why aren’t you doing it, then?”
“I… Will you let me do something first?”
“Depends.”
“On what?”
“No taking off the blindfold.”
“The rest is allowed?”
“Yes.”
I raise my hand, searching the air until I feel his chiseled abs. They tense up as I run my fingertips down with a feathery touch. So, I heard right. He took his clothes off. I wrap my hand around his hard length, reveling in the low groan it elicits from him.
I stroke him, varying the pressure and speed, trying to find what he likes best. His breathing grows ragged, and he thrusts into my hand.
That’s a good sign, right?
He grabs my chin, his thumb grazing over my lips. “Will you wrap your beautiful lips around my cock?”
Heart pounding, I nod. I’ve never given a blowjob before, but for him, I’ll try.
With his fingers on my chin, he guides me forward, and my lips touch the tip of his cock. I put my tongue out and lick, getting my first taste. Salty, musky. Not unpleasant. I place a kiss on the head before taking him into my mouth, sucking gently.
“Just like that.” His hand strokes my hair, a sweet contrast to the depraved act I’m performing.
I take him deeper, trying to suppress my gag reflex. I’m really doing this. The second it’s too deep, I have to gag, and he withdraws.
“It’s okay.” I wipe the saliva away.
“Pinch my leg if it’s too much.”
Nodding, I lean forward again, taking him back between my lips.
I set a rhythm, stroking what I can’t fit in my mouth. His breaths come faster and faster. Guess it paid to read all those online articles.
“Relax your jaw, beautiful. Breathe through your nose.” He slides his hand into my hair, holding me in place as he starts fucking my mouth.
I oblige and let him set the pace. The sound of wet, sloppy sucking fills the air, along with his groans.
“Like you were made to suck my cock.”
His praise makes me bold. I’m not used to this. It’s a strange dichotomy, this simultaneous feeling of being in control yet surrendered. Drool drips down my chin, and I can’t breathe properly, but I’m not scared. No, far from it.
“Touch yourself,” he says between grunts.
My pussy throbs, empty and aching at his words. Why does this make me so horny?
“I’m not going to repeat myself.”
I slide one hand between my legs, rubbing myself to the rhythm of his thrusts.
“Will you swallow it all for me, beautiful?”
How do I even do that? I’ve never felt a man orgasm before, let alone been the cause of one.
With a growl, he pulls my head flush against him, spurting deep. Some of his cum drips out the corners of my mouth, and I struggle to swallow, breathe, everything, but just as I’m about to panic, he jerks out and angles my head up.
I swallow several times and breathe heavily through my nose before his thumb smears his cum all over my lips and back inside my mouth. Out of reflex, I suck his thumb, swirling my tongue before releasing it with a plop.
He stills, and I only can hear his ragged breathing.
“Did I do something wrong?” I ask.
“No.” He draws me into a messy kiss by the neck. “I just can’t get enough of you.”
“Yeah?”
“Oh yeah. But I don’t want to come again until I’m inside you.” He shoves me back onto the bed. “And now, spread your legs for me.”
I lean back and spread my thighs. Somehow, I don’t feel ashamed this time. What is he thinking when he sees me like this? Does it turn him on?
The bed dips under his weight, and he rolls on top of me, the blunt tip of his erection pressing between my slick folds .
“You’re so wet.”
I want him more than I’ve ever—Panic flares. I’m about to have sex for the first time, and he has no idea. Should I tell him? What if I’m terrible? What if it—
With a single thrust, he breaks through the barrier. The stretch and burn make me scream, digging my nails into his back.
“Fuck.” He places kisses on my cheek and neck. “You okay?”
Tears gather under the blindfold. “Y-yes.” I let out a shaky breath. “Move, please.”
He brushes his lips over mine in a tender kiss as his body remains still, letting me acclimate to the intrusion. “I’ll go slow.” His voice is strained, and his fingers dig into my hips while setting a gentle pace, hips rolling against mine.
I breathe through the discomfort, letting it flow through my whole body.
“That’s it, just breathe. You’re doing so well, taking me so deeply.”
There’s pain, but also a building pressure that has me craving more.
“You feel incredible, so hot and tight around me,” he murmurs.
His measured pace lets me gradually accommodate his size. My inner muscles flutter around him as I give myself over to the feelings.
I wrap my legs around his waist, needing him deeper. He obliges, pressing in firmly until our hips are flush .
“That’s my girl, taking all of me now,” he says. “You were made for this, made for me.”
I cry out as he hits a spot deep within me that has lightning skittering across my skin. My nails rake down his back, and he hisses, pace quickening.
The blindfold heightens every sensation, my world narrowing to the soft sheets beneath me, the slide of his chest against my sensitive nipples, his warm breath on my neck, and the rhythmic friction as he moves inside me.
I want to say his name. Except for no names tonight, so I bite my lip.
He shifts one hand between us, circling my clit, and all my effort is out the window.
“Chris.”
His movements stutter for a second before snapping his hips harder and diving deeper into me. They border on rough but never hurtful. The bed creaks under us, my moans growing louder and more desperate. I’m so close, teetering on the edge.
It’s too much. The fullness of him inside me, the electric jolts of bliss radiating out from his touch.
“That’s it, baby, let go for me.” His deep voice is ragged with lust.
A few more perfect strokes and my inner walls clamp down on him as intense, body-shaking waves crash over me, vision going white behind the blindfold. He curses, his pace faltering before he slams into me once, twice, and with a few hard, jerking thrusts, he pulls out of me and cums. It hits my stomach, breasts, and between my legs.
“I could get used to this view.” His hands float over my body.
I giggle, still coming down from my climax and feeling so at ease. Is it supposed to feel like this, the warmth of satisfaction mixed with the chill of vulnerability?
“Don’t move.” He moves away, and I hear a door and the rush of water for a few seconds.
Then I hear footsteps coming closer, and something warm glides over my thighs. It feels like a wet cloth. He gently wipes my body, cleaning me up. Once he’s done, he slips under the covers, drawing me against his chest from behind, and caresses my arm with soothing circles.
This feels right. I snuggle deeper into his embrace, feeling safe and content for the first time in forever, like I’m finally where I belong.
Chris’s voice is a soft rumble next to my ear. “Mary?”
“Hmm?”
“I…” His grip on me tightens. “You should sleep. Is it okay if I hold you like this?”
“It’s perfect.” Why would he even ask?
“Sweet dreams, Mary.” He presses a feather-light kiss to the top of my spine.
I want to tell him he’s the sweetest dream I’ve ever had, but sleep drags me back under before I can form the words.
My senses come alive one by one as I wake. The soft mattress beneath me, the smooth sheets tangled around my legs, the faint ache between my thighs, his stubble against my skin, the feeling of pure contentment, and his warmth against my back.
One arm is slung over my waist, breath stirring the hair at the nape of my neck. My heart stutters. We’re still together, and last night wasn’t just another fantasy. I stayed, and so did he.
His lips brush the curve of my shoulder. “Morning.”
Did we... did we just take our relationship to another level?
“Good morning.” I roll over to face him, propping myself up on one elbow.
He watches me through half-lidded eyes, a smile tugging at his mouth. In the daylight, I can see him clearly for the first time. Dark, tousled hair and blue eyes that glint with amusement, the sharp line of his jaw shadowed by stubble. A face both hard and sensual.
He’s not at all what I expected. He’s better.
“See something you like?”
I duck my head. “Yes.”
“Good.” He gives me a slow and deep and toe-curlingly thorough kiss. “Because you’re not getting rid—”
I stir awake.