Blind Date #6
He groans encouragingly, and I relax my gag reflex, drawing him further into my mouth to the point that his shaft slips into my throat.
‘Yes,’ he gasps as he reaches down and buries his hands in my hair.
‘That's right. That’s it,’ he gasps as he moves my head up and down, feeling his dick sliding back and forth in my throat.
I sputter as he groans.
He opens his eyes, making eye contact as I suck him. His gaze is dark, intoxicated by pleasure. I feel myself growing wet just at the sight of him.
‘Oh fuck. Oh fuck,’ he groans.
He reaches down to my head, and I assume he’s going to push my mouth deeper into his groin, but instead he pulls me off his cock entirely, leaving it red, engorged and throbbing.
‘Get on all fours,’ he orders me. His voice is dark and low and laced with an intoxicating hint of menace.
I smile and obediently position myself on all fours next to him.
‘That’s a nice sight,’ he says as he gets behind me, flicking my bra clasp open, before tearing it free. He runs his hand over my naked back.
‘Your skin is so soft,’ he comments before reaching around to my breasts. ‘And your breasts are just… perfect.’
He pinches my nipples, which go hard, bullet-like. My pussy responds with a quiver of delight. Then lowering his hands to grip my hips, he rests the tip of his cock against my slit.
I try to back up onto it, but he teases me instead, rubbing his cock over my slit, up and down, grazing my clit.
I moan, biting my lip.
I arch my back, leaning down onto my elbows, hopeful he won’t be able to resist the sight of my exposed, hungry pussy.
It works, because his teasing dies down.
‘Oh God,’ he groans as he guides his cock into me.
I gasp as he plunges it inside me, deeper and deeper, until the full length of his dick rests inside me.
Holding his body still and gripping my hips firmly, he remains static for a tantalizing moment before he starts thrusting away, pounding, working up a sensual rhythm.
He reaches up for my breasts and starts kneading them as he rams into me.
He traces his hands from my breasts to my ass and begins squeezing at my butt as he thrusts his dick inside me.
My tits rock with each motion, my hair swaying like curtains at the side of my head.
He reaches one hand round to my pussy and begins massaging my clit in time with each long, deep thrust. I push up against him, our bodies thrusting in rhythm.
It feels primal, animalistic, instinctive.
Beads of sweat form on my skin. Adam presses his fingers hard against my clit, and my pussy grows tight as a deep throb of pleasure suddenly rocks through my body.
‘Adam. Oh my God, Adam!’ I cry out as a primal, pulsating orgasm tears through my groin.
Adam lets out a loud groan of pleasure as his cock explodes inside me. The juddering sensation of his release sends me even further over the edge, and my whole body crumples onto the bedsheets. Adam falls on top of me, and we lie there, a panting, sweaty heap.
Eventually, he rolls aside and smiles lazily across at me.
I snuggle into the nook under his arm, and we lie on the bed, gazing up at our reflections in the mirrored ceiling.
The sight of our spent sweaty bodies languidly entwined is almost enough to get me going again, but my stomach growls, my hunger displacing my desire.
‘Sounds like you’ve worked up an appetite,’ Adam remarks.
I laugh.
‘Shall we order room service or do you want to go downstairs to the restaurant?’
‘Room service,’ I reply, too dazed to even contemplate getting dressed.
‘I was hoping you’d say that.’
Adam reaches for a menu on the bedside table.
We sit against the fur cushions and leaf through it before ordering two club sandwiches and a bottle of red wine.
The food arrives within minutes. Adam dons his boxers as room service taps on our hotel room door, and we sit on the crumpled bedsheets, tearing through the sandwiches, ravenous, not even bothering to talk.
Adam puts the plates aside and hands me a glass of wine.
I take a few sips but quickly place the glass down on the bedside table.
Revived from the food, I’m now ready and raring to fuck again.
I trace my fingers over Adam’s lean chest and down to the soft, sensitive part of his stomach just above the elastic of his Calvin Klein briefs.
I dance my fingers over his delicate skin and lower my mouth to his nipple, flicking my tongue over it and drawing it into my mouth, sucking hard.
I climb on top of him and rub my groin into his while I suck until I feel his cock hardening and pressing into my dampening pussy.
Adam groans and reaches for my breasts, cupping and squeezing them until my nipples harden against his palms.
‘I want to do what I was planning back in The Ritz,’ he says as he lifts me off his body and reaches onto the floor for his tie.
‘Close your eyes,’ he says, a lascivious smile playing on his lips.
‘Okay,’ I oblige, lowering my lids as he wraps the silk around my head, binding it into a knot at the back.
‘Now lie down,’ he says, pressing his hands onto my shoulders and pushing me onto the bed.
With my sight gone, I feel both aroused and vulnerable, my alertness magnified. I lie against the soft sheets, completely unaware of what Adam’s doing since he isn’t even touching me.
‘Adam…?’ I venture in a shy voice.
‘Don’t move,’ he says.
Then suddenly, I feel something tough and scratchy tracing over my breasts. It’s definitely not his fingers.
‘What’s that?’ I ask.
‘A flogger. Do you like it?’ he replies, drawing the implement over my stomach and down to my hips.
‘I’m not sure…’
‘How about now?’ Adam says as he traces the flogger down to my pussy and slaps it against my pussy, the stinging sensation amplified by the darkness, making me cry out. A squeal—half afraid, half excited.
Adam rubs the handle against my clit and then slowly inserts it inside me while taking my left breast in his mouth, holding my nipple between his teeth, as he starts to draw the flogger back and forth into my pussy. I moan, the sensations heightened by my inability to see.
I reach out until my hands land upon his taut, muscular shoulders.
‘Oh no, you don’t,’ he says, as he takes hold of my wrists and brings them up above my head.
He slips what feels like fur handcuffs around my wrists and snaps them closed, binding my hands to the bedframe above my head.
‘I want to watch you writhe,’ he says.
A moment later he traces the flogger back over my cunt, slapping it against my clit, tickling my pussy lips, and then whipping me softly again and again until I cry out and squirm.
‘That’s better,’ he says darkly as he draws the flogger across my inner thigh, leaving my pussy throbbing, yearning for more.
He tickles my knee with it, before drawing it up my leg, across my hips and over my stomach before stroking my breasts with the leather strands. A few seconds later he whips the flogger lightly against my left breast, making me cry out in shock.
‘Harder?’
‘Yes,’ I gasp.
He snaps the flogger against my skin. The sharp slap of pain sends currents of pleasure right down to my groin, which he leaves untouched, neglected, as he works his magic on my breasts. My nipples are raw as he draws the strips of leather slowly across them.
‘Fuck me,’ I beg, dying to feel his cock enter me.
‘Hmmm…’ he murmurs, drawing the flogger across my stomach and along my thighs, denying my pussy its desperation for touch.
‘Please, Adam.’
Suddenly, he slaps the flogger against my inner thigh, sending a pang of pleasure direct to my throbbing pussy. I squirm. He whips my other thigh, once and twice, until the skin feels raw and I can feel a patch of wetness on the sheets where my juices have trickled down.
‘Your cunt looks so good right now,’ he says. ‘It’s so pink.’
I spread my legs.
‘Fuck me,’ I plead.
‘I think I’m going to have to,’ he says.
A few seconds later something warm and hard presses against my clit, and I’m pretty sure it’s not the flogger.
Adam draws his cock over my clit, my wetness spreading over it.
The tip of his dick against my hardened clit feels incredible, but it’s not enough.
I need him to impale me. As if reading my mind, he slides his cock slowly over my slit once more before slamming into me.
It feels so good – amplified by the darkness – and I can’t help crying out.
‘Oh yes, yes!’ I gasp as he rams in and out of me. ‘Oh God.’
I have a sudden urge to watch myself in the mirrored ceiling as he fucks me.
‘Take my blindfold off,’ I demand.
‘Okay.’ He pulls it free, tossing it onto the floor. Our eyes meet.
He sparkles mischievously, and he smiles slowly before lowering his lips to mine. We kiss with surprising tenderness, his cock gently pulsing in and out of my slit. I tilt my hips towards him, relishing the sweet sensation of his pubic hair against my clit.