Chapter 3
Ben
I want to go slow, take my time, make her remember every second, but the hunger is there, squeezing my ribs.
I start at her shoulder, just my thumb on bare skin, tracing the fine line where her neck meets her collarbone. Her pulse jumps under my touch. Fuck, she’s wound up tight as a cord. Most women try to fake calm, but she’s trembling for real. It’s honest, and I fucking love it.
I lean in, lips finding that spot right behind her ear, soft enough to make her jerk, then shudder. I drag my nose down her throat, lips ghosting along her skin. Every touch is slow, deliberate, like I’m painting her to memory.
Her hands flex in the sheets again. She’s not sure if she should fight or surrender. I don’t mind either way. I want her to feel every second of this.
"You’re beautiful," I say again, this time against her skin, because I want her to know, even if she doesn’t believe it. My voice comes out thick, rougher than I meant.
She doesn’t answer…or maybe she can’t. Her chest is rising faster now, nipples tight, begging to be played with.
Fuck, she’s so responsive.
I brush her hair aside. Using my fingers first then my palm, I stroke down her side. She’s so soft everywhere, but when I grip her hip, I feel hidden muscles tighten, holding her whole self together by sheer force of will.
I admire that.
Every inch I reveal feels like unwrapping something fragile and priceless. I pull the sheet down, slow, letting the cool air tease her skin. On instinct, her back arches.
If I didn’t know better, I’d think she wants to be devoured. Lucky for her, that’s exactly my plan.
I take my time, hands exploring every curve. Down her waist, over the dip at her hip, along the trembling thigh. With every touch, she pushes back just a little more, hungry for it.
I slip my hand between her thighs, remaining gentle. Her whole body jolts. She’s soaked, and I can’t help the groan that escapes.
"You want more?" I press a kiss to her jaw, close enough for her to feel my breath.
She frantically nods, and that’s all the go-ahead I need.
My mouth goes to her neck, kissing lower. I drag my tongue across her collarbone, taste the salt of her skin. My hands roam, palms greedy, down her sides, trailing every shiver, every goosebump. She’s squirming, needy noises escaping her lips with every touch.
I reach her chest and pause. Her tits are perfect, just enough to fill my hand, nipples puckered tight and flushed, so turned on they look painful.
I suck one into my mouth, rolling my tongue over the tiny bud, while my other hand cups the opposite, thumb teasing until she moans.
She gasps, throwing her head back. The sound goes straight to my cock, and I want to ruin her for anyone else.
"Is this what you want?" I kiss her again, down her belly, letting my tongue taste every inch. She makes this desperate little whimper, and fuck if that isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.
I grip her hips, pulling her down so her ass is right at the edge of the bed. I kneel, hands splayed over her thighs, admiring how she immediately opens for me without even realizing what she’s doing.
Just looking at her has me dizzy. Her bare pussy glistening and pink, swollen with need. My mouth waters.
I start slowly, using the tip of my tongue to tease her clit. Her body jerks so hard I have to hold her in place, gripping her thighs tight. I lap at her, gentle at first, then deeper, tasting every drop. She’s so sweet, her taste addictive, nothing like I could’ve imagined.
She’s so wet, her arousal drips down my chin. I can’t stop. I don’t want to.
I use two fingers, easing them up to her entrance, not pushing in yet, just letting her feel how much I want her. My mouth stays on her clit, sucking, swirling, sucking again until her moans are louder.
That’s all I need to hear.
I slip a finger inside, careful and slow. She clamps down, arching her back so hard she nearly leaves the bed. Her hands fly to my head, tangling in my hair, holding on like I’m her only anchor.
Fuck, she’s tight. I gently work her, not rushing, just enough to let her ride the edge. I ease a second finger in, stretching her more, my tongue never leaving her clit. Every little sound she makes, every twitch, every tremor, is victory.
The muscles in her thighs start to shake, squeezing my head between them. But I don’t let up, I push in harder, eating her out like it’s my last meal.
I can feel her getting close. The rhythm of her breathing turns ragged, then stops. Then goes wild again.
Her whole body surrenders as she tries to stifle her screams, coming apart on my tongue. The taste of her floods my mouth, and I ride her through it, lapping up everything she gives me until she’s shaking and limp.
Perfect. Absolutely perfect.
I stay there, kissing the inside of her thigh, feeling the heartbeat of her clit stutter under my mouth. That’s how you make someone feel wanted. That’s how you show her she matters.
She’s sprawled out and spent, gorgeous in a way that has nothing to do with the blindfold, the room, or anything but her. Every muscle gone slack, shuddering with the aftershocks, her grip still tangled in my hair.
I want to memorize this. The way she sounds when she comes. The way her body surrendered, letting me have everything.
I lick her clean then kiss my way back up her body, never letting her go.
One orgasm down. A million more to go.
She’s still panting, her body limp. I crave her even more now, if that’s possible.
I push up on my elbows, taking her face in my hands, careful not to scare her. She’s gorgeous, all flushed and raw, blindfold slipping off one temple, lips parted as she breathes air into her lungs like she might drown without it.
I could back off. Give her time. But I don’t think either of us wants that.
I run my fingers down her cheek, thumb stroking along her jaw.
"Are you okay?"
She nods, slow at first, then more urgent. She licks her lips, and the sound she makes is so fucking needy, I about lose my mind.
Fuck me.
Tearing my clothes off, I throw them behind me. My cock is so hard it hurts, leaking pre-cum like it never has before. I dig my knee in the mattress, moving between her thighs, letting her feel me. The way she opens for me without even thinking.
I lean down, kissing her soft. "We can stop anytime. All you have to do is say so."
She shakes her head, hair splayed wildly on the pillow.
I reach down, running my thumb along the wet seam of her cunt.
She quivers, still so sensitive. I tease her, just a little, watching the way her body reacts, greedy for more.
When I line the head of my cock up at her entrance, I can feel the resistance.
She’s tight as hell, practically virgin smooth.
Wait. Is this her first time?
The thought flips in my head.
Is she giving me her virginity?
I want so badly to ask, the words hanging on the tip of my tongue, but the rules plainly state…no questions.
I should stop.
But I can’t.
I should feel bad for just taking something so precious. But I don’t. Honestly, it makes me want her even more.
I start to press in, going as slow as I can manage. There’s the tiniest give, then a barrier. She hisses, her whole body tensing as her nails dig into my thighs, breath hitching fast.
I immediately stop, "Are you okay? Am I hurting you?"
She shakes her head.
I continue to ease in, inch by inch, going snail slow, letting her stretch around me. Christ, it’s like a vise. I have to grit my teeth, fighting every urge to slam into her.
She gasps, then whimpers.
I feel it, her whole body clamping down. I brace myself, hands on either side of her face, holding still.
"Just breathe. Let me know when it starts to feel good," I murmur, forehead pressed to hers.
I focus on the rhythm of her breathing, the way her hands twist in the sheets, then slide up my back, nails raking down my skin.
Slowly, the tension starts to ease, and she begins to roll her hips. Tiny motions at first, then more.
“That’s it, baby,” I whisper, kissing the corner of her mouth. “There you go, just relax. God, you feel so good. You are so perfect.”
She wraps her legs around my waist, heels digging into my ass, pulling me all the way in. I don’t try to hide the noise that rips out of me. I want her to know what she’s doing to me.
I rock into her, barely moving at first. She’s still tight, but every thrust feels easier, her body adjusting to take me. She’s so wet, so ready, I nearly come on the spot.
She tilts her hips up, chasing the feeling. No hesitation. No shame. The way she bites her bottom lip, trying to keep herself from speaking is the only indication I need to know she wants more.
I move, slow at first, then deeper…faster. The slap of skin on skin fills the room, filthy but perfect. She’s greedy, nails clawing at my arms, her blindfold slipping even more.
I grab her wrists, pin them above her head, using my weight to keep her still. She bucks against me, needy as hell, and I let her have it, fucking her harder, giving her everything.
She cries out. It’s not even words, but desperate sounds. I feel the grip of her pussy around my cock, squeezing, milking me for more.
I grind down, hitting her clit with every thrust. She loses it, screaming, legs shaking, her whole body clutching mine. The sight of her coming again, raw and undone, pushes me over the edge.
I explode inside her, hips stuttering, every muscle locked and burning. I bury my face in her neck, groaning loud enough to shake the walls. My cum fills her, hot and messy, and I keep moving, riding every last second.
When it’s over, I collapse next to her, boneless and totally spent.
She curls up into my side, blindfold still on but half-off and gorgeous.
I let myself forget about everything else but the girl in my arms.
For a while, there’s nothing but the after-beat of fucking. The tangle of arms and legs and the hush of our breathing as we are slowly coming down from the high.
She’s so soft. Still warm, as she clings to my side like I’ll disappear if she lets go. Never attempting to remove the blindfold.
Maybe she likes the mystery. Maybe she just wants this not to end.
I don’t blame her, neither do I.
She shifts, pressing her cheek against my shoulder, letting out a tiny sound that’s barely a sigh.
Then…
"Could you just…hold me? Just for a few minutes?" Her voice is so fucking small, it kills me.
The women I typically fuck want distance afterwards. They want to clean up, leave, and pretend nothing happened. Not her. She wants to be held.
I wrap an arm around her, bringing her in close so she fits right under my chin. My other hand strokes her hair. She instantly melts, all tension sliding out of her. I can’t help but notice how she fits so perfectly.
We stay like that for I don’t know how long, her back pressed to my chest, my arm wrapped tight around her waist. I breathe her in, the whole time, wishing like hell I could offer more than just one night.
She goes still, except for a hitch in her breathing every now and then.
I don’t move. Not even when my arm starts to go numb.
I just keep stroking her hair, tracing light circles on her hip, letting her know she’s not alone.
After a while, her breathing evens out, her lashes fluttering against her cheek and her lips parting.
She’s asleep.
I lie there, fighting the urge to stay, to make this last forever. But rules are rules.
No names.
No questions.
No attachments.
One night only.
I carefully pull my arm from around her waist, rolling away so carefully she barely stirs. I grab the sheet and pull it over her, making sure she’s warm. She sighs, looking as peaceful as I’ve ever seen anyone look.
Not being able to help myself, I lean in and press a kiss to her forehead. "Sweet dreams, angel." The words slip out before I can choke them back.
Then I stand, find my clothes, trying my hardest to pull myself together. Every muscle is on fire, but in a good way. I glance back, one more time. She’s perfect…finally at peace.
I ease the door shut behind me, the latch clicking soft in the dark.
Walking away, all I taste is regret.
And the fucked-up hope that someday I’ll see her again.