Chapter 19 #2
“Can I blindfold you?” I whisper into the nape of her neck.
I want to shut out the outside world so every brush of skin and sound is amplified for her.
“I trust you.”
God, hearing those three words humbles me, a reminder of the faith she has in me.
“Is that a yes?” I ask, still toying with her nipples.
She looks back, beads of sweat glistening on her forehead. “Yes, blindfold me, Shep.”
“All the toys I picked out are in the bedroom.” I give her nipples a final tug before letting go, and she gasps sharply. “I thought you’d be more comfortable there.”
“Toys. As in plural?” she questions, a spark of excitement in her voice.
“That’s right.”
I plant one last kiss on her shoulder before easing off and standing to my full height.
Noelle pushes herself onto her knees, and I extend my hand, to help her to her feet.
I lead her to the bedroom, and she goes straight to the bed, positioning herself on her hands and knees in the middle of the mattress.
She lifts her eyes to mine, a smile playing on her lips as she waits for my instruction.
A quiet laugh rumbles through my chest. “Someone’s eager to play.”
“With you? Always.”
I pull off my T-shirt and toss it to the ground, Noelle’s gaze roaming hungrily from my chest down to my lower abdomen.
Damn, when she looks at me like that, my blood runs hot, and the pull of wanting her takes over every corner of my mind.
Next, I strip off my jeans and boxers, adding them to the pile of discarded clothes.
She presses her thighs together, letting out needy noises when my erection comes into view.
The sight of her in front of me, waiting for my command, has me in a frenzy.
Unable to wait a second longer, I fist my cock, precum dripping from the tip.
I give my shaft a hard squeeze, grunting at the pressure.
The relief is short-lived as every pulse reminds me of what I really want—to be buried deep inside Noelle’s ass.
Her eyes grow wide when I grab the blindfold and the toys from the nightstand, moving it all to the edge of the bed.
“Close your eyes, beautiful,” I order.
She immediately does as I ask, and I join her on the bed, hovering over her. “I’m going to put the blindfold on, alright?”
“Okay.”
I place the soft material against her eyes and tie it behind her head. “I’m going to rub some lube on you now.” I twist the lid off the bottle and pour a generous amount onto my fingers, massaging them together until it’s warm.
Noelle hums softly as my fingers brush against her tight hole, coating it with lube. I add more to my fingers, spreading in another generous coat over her asshole. The sight of her glistening and prepped for me has me feral.
“Now I’m going to ease a finger inside. Push against me.”
The butt plug was a good start, but it was much smaller than my cock. I want to start with more prep to make sure Noelle has time to adjust. She lets out a soft whimper, pushing her ass up as I slowly press the tip of my finger inside.
“Oh fuck,” Noelle breathes, hanging her head.
“Too much?” I ask, holding perfectly still. “Want me to stop?”
She shakes her head, panting. “No. Keep going.”
I ease my finger in deeper, mindful of every movement.
I want this moment to be branded into her memory, a reminder of how deeply she craves my touch.
Once my finger is fully seated, I carefully add in a second, scissoring my fingers to open her wider.
I must hit a particularly sensitive spot because she arches back, gasping audibly.
Fuck, she’s so damn tight, and knowing my dick will be inside soon is enough to turn me into a primal beast.
“Feel that, Noelle? Those are my fingers fucking your ass, and soon, you’ll be full of my cock,” I murmur, leaning in to ghost my lips along her back.
“More,” she begs.
When I’m able to slide my fingers in and out easily, I know she’s ready for me.
“I’ll start with the tip and slowly work myself in all the way. If at any point you want me to stop, tell me, and I will.”
She nods, pushing her hips up to meet mine. I pour a generous amount of lube down the crease between her cheeks and rub my dick across it until we’re both super slick.
I set the lube aside and grab the bullet from the edge of the mattress, placing it in Noelle’s hand. Since she’s blindfolded, I wait until her hand closes around it before releasing my hold.
“Is this what I think it is?” she asks, running her fingers along the smooth cylinder.
“If you guessed a vibrator, you’re right. I want you to tease your clit while I play with your ass. Think you can do that?”
“Mm-hmm.”
I lean down to press several kisses along her spine. “That’s my good girl.”
I want her to focus on making herself feel good while she takes me—that means toeing the line between pleasure and taking her to new heights.
A low hum fills the room, telling me she’s turned on the device, and she shudders slightly when the tip touches her clit, arching into me. She holds herself up with her free forearm planted firmly on the mattress.
“Just like that.”
I take hold of my cock and press the tip against her back entrance, easing my way past the initial resistance. She fits around me like a damn glove, and the world shrinks to her ragged breaths and the heat clawing through me.
“You’re so big,” Noelle moans.
“Breathe, sweetheart.” I coach her as I caress the curve of her waist. “Breathe and let me in.”
I inhale deeply, and it takes all my willpower to work inside her inch by inch, until my hips are pressed against hers.
Noelle writhes beneath me as I stay still for several seconds, letting her feel the full stretch of me.
Fuck, it drives me wild knowing I’m the only man who’s ever claimed her here.
“You’re doing great, baby,” I praise. “Put more pressure on your clit.”
She bobs her head as she does what she’s told, the low hum of the device building to a steady purr, her free hand clutching the comforter as she groans.
Noelle lets out a pleading whimper. “Move, Shep. I need you to move.”
Unable to deny her, I withdraw slightly, then slide forward in slow, measured strokes.
Desire hums between us, electric and unrelenting, the space dissolving into nothing but our bodies pressed together and our ragged breaths. I rub my other hand along her damp skin, keeping her in position.
Noelle’s movements grow more insistent as she begins pushing back into me, soft gasps spilling from her lips.
I can feel her muscles relax around me, and I pull out halfway before thrusting forward, burying myself to the hilt.
I maintain a steady rhythm, gliding back and forth while she holds the vibrator in place.
“You’re taking me so well. You love playing with yourself while I claim your ass, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes. Oh my god, Shep,” she stammers.
“Who owns this ass, Noelle? Say it,” I demand, giving one of her cheeks a light smack.
“You do,” she pants.
“Hell yes, I do. You’re mine.”
She nods frantically, every inhale sharp and uneven.
I’d meant to take my time, savoring the slow build of her climax before the inevitable fall, but seeing her like this has stripped me of all restraint. I’m desperate to have her quivering beneath my touch as she crashes over the edge with my cock in her ass.
Her throaty moans grow louder as she continues stimulating her clit with the bullet.
With newfound determination, I adjust my angle, making sure to hit the sensitive spot I did with my fingers earlier.
The effect of the dual sensations is immediate as her fingers claw at the comforter, arching her ass against my hips as she cries out my name.
“Come for me, darlin’,” I command.
At my order, Noelle clenches around me. A series of grunts tears from her throat as her orgasm crashes over her.
I watch my woman unravel like a loose coil, collapsing into ecstasy as she mutters incoherently.
When my name falls from her mouth between broken moans, nothing else exists.
In her most vulnerable, unguarded moment, she calls for me—and the need to mark her, to claim her, to make her mine alone overwhelms all reason.
Noelle starts to relax, and she lets the vibrator fall to the mattress.
I shove it out of our way and grip her hipbones, my fingers leaving marks as my thrusts become more erratic and I barrel toward my own release.
The sensation of sliding through her slick ass has my brain short-circuiting.
The rhythmic squeeze of her aftershocks is the last straw, and my orgasm surges into me.
At the last second I pull out, aiming my cock at her lower back, my orgasm coating her ass with streams of cum. My eyes darken as I watch it trickle down over her back entrance and along the swell of her hips.
As my lust-induced haze fades and I regain full awareness, I look down to admire my masterpiece, the gasping, trembling woman beneath me.
We’re nothing but a mess of sweaty limbs, the evidence of our carnal games dripping down the crack of her ass.
She sighs heavily, dropping to her stomach, letting out a groan as she stretches out on the mattress.
As much as I loved playing, the desire to take care of Noelle has me leaning down to kiss her shoulder blade before drawing back.
“I’ll be right back,” I say softly.
She nods as I get off the bed and head to the bathroom to wash my hands and get a washcloth, wetting it under the tap till it’s warm. When I return to the bedroom, I gently wipe Noelle’s backside and toss the towel into the laundry basket before climbing onto the bed and gathering her in my arms.
I carefully remove the blindfold, and she blinks a few times, her gaze meeting mine.
Her blue eyes sparkle like sunlight on water, and my chest tightens just looking at them.
She pulls her hair from its disheveled bun, and it falls in messy waves around her face.
Noelle is so damn beautiful, and I’m privileged to share this experience with her.
I’d spend a lifetime cherishing her if she’d let me.
“You okay, sweetheart?” I ask, running my thumb in small circles along her upper arm.
She nods, absentmindedly playing with my chest hair. “Thanks for being so patient with me.”
“Always.” I press my nose into her hair, inhaling her sweet scent. “Why don’t we get you cleaned up in the shower, and after we can watch a movie by the fire.”
“Sounds like a dream,” she murmurs into my chest.
As I carry her to the bathroom, I’m struck by the trust Noelle’s placed in me, a reflection of the bond that’s grown between us.
It’s hard to grasp how people can form such a deep connection in a short time unless you’ve experienced it yourself.
There’s something special about discovering what makes a person tick—what their fears are and what their proudest accomplishments are.
Despite our age difference, our contrasting lifestyles, and the fact that her time here is coming to an end, one thing is undeniable.
Noelle owns my heart, and I’ve fallen for her hook, line, and sinker.
That means letting her walk away isn’t an option.
Hell, I’d move to New York to be with her before I let that happen.
I’ve kept my heart guarded under lock and key until a blonde-haired, blue-eyed whirlwind showed up on my doorstep, turning my world upside down.
And I’ll do whatever it takes to get the chance to prove just how much she means to me.