Chapter 24
Chapter Twenty-Four
Jade
So, this is already one of the sexiest things I’ve ever done.
Axel ties the blindfold on me, making sure it’s comfortable, not too tight.
I’m on my knees in the middle of the bed, sitting back on my heels on top of the covers.
My senses are heightened, the soft breeze coming in through the open door feeling like feathers brushing across my skin.
My nipples are painfully hard, wetness between my legs. I feel … free.
The bed moves slightly, and I hear Axel’s voice. “I’m here, Jade. Tell me what you want.” His fingertips brush across the top of my hand, and my entire body ripples with goosebumps. Holy shit.
“Um, kiss me.” My mouth is so dry. I lick my lips.
Then I feel his warm breath, his lips pressing against mine.
I kiss him back, opening my mouth, sliding my tongue into his.
The feeling is insane, the velvety soft heat of his mouth against mine.
He doesn’t touch me anywhere else, so all I have is this one point of contact.
I suck on his tongue. He groans, just a small noise, but it’s so fucking hot.
I reach for him. And accidentally brush my fingers across his stiff cock. Ooh. That feels nice. But Axel moves my hand away. “Let me touch you.” His warm breath ghosts along my lips. “Tell me where.”
Oh god. Where do I want him to touch me. Everywhere. But I take a moment to think about it, even though my breath is already coming faster, my heart pounding.
“My shoulders,” I say. “Across my collarbone, my throat.”
His hands come to my shoulders, sliding across my skin.
Pleasure ripples from his touch, radiating through me.
It’s as though being blindfolded has intensified my other senses, as though my nipples might explode if he doesn’t caress them soon.
But at the same time I want to continue with this sensation, this gentle stroking.
A pulse beats between my legs as his hands move on me, my breath getting shorter.
“My thighs,” I whisper.
His hands trail away from my shoulders, then I feel his warm fingers on my thighs. I open my legs slightly, and hear his sharp intake of breath. But he does as I ask, sliding his hands up my legs, his fingers coming close, but not close enough.
“Where else, Jade? Tell me.” His voice is deep, rougher than usual. It tingles through me. I relax with each pulse of pleasure from his touch, feeling looser by the moment.
“Come around behind me. Kiss my neck. I want to feel you against me.”
The bed moves, and then his heat is against my back. His cock is hard, pressed against my ass. His mouth comes to my neck, sliding down my skin. I moan, a little mewling sound.
“That’s it, Jade.” His voice is strained, but he still obeys me. “Let go.”
I’m so wet. I just want to tip my hips forward and let him slide into me. But that’s what the old Jade would do, the one who let things happen to her, rather than exploring what she wanted.
“Touch me,” I gasp. “My breasts.”
The heat of his hands is like a brand on my over-sensitive skin.
He palms my breasts, playing with my nipples, squeezing them lightly.
My head goes back, resting on his shoulder, my clit throbbing.
I can feel him breathing, but he doesn’t kiss me.
I realise that it’s because I haven’t asked him to.
I press my hips back into him, and his breath catches.
“Lower,” I whisper. “Your hands. Take them lower.”
His hands glide over my stomach, then stop. Not low enough. “How does it feel? Take a moment, Jade. There’s no rush.” His voice is a rumble in the darkness.
Pressure builds, low in my stomach, my body begging for release.
I sit in the feeling, exploring it. My entire body tingles, my breasts aching, my clit pulsing.
The blindfold makes me feel as though I’m floating in darkness, as though it’s just me and Axel, his touch the only thing anchoring me to the world.
And with that realisation comes surrender.
I sink into the blackness, letting him hold me there.
It’s sublime, like warm water flowing through me, pleasure rippling across my body.
It’s like the moment when I catch a perfect wave, when the ocean carries me.
Axel is carrying me, and I don’t need to worry anymore.
I moan, grinding back against him. I’m so close to coming, and he’s barely touched me.
“Where else, Jade? What do you need?”
There’s dampness on the sheets beneath me, slick wetness. “Lower,” I manage to say. “Touch my clit.”
One hand slides down, feather light. Then his fingertip parts me, pressure on my clit.
And I let go. I come like a fucking tidal wave, shuddering and pressing into his hand, as his fingers slide and tease and flicker against me.
I gasp his name, pressing back against him, his hand on my stomach holding me up.
I come down, eventually, ecstasy radiating to the very edge of my being. I sag slightly, panting, my head dropping forward.
“What now, Jade?” Axel is still holding me, still carrying me. I can’t believe he’s just given me a mind-blowing orgasm yet doesn’t want to take his turn. I mean, he does – I can tell by the rock-hard erection pressing into me – but he’s still waiting for my command.
My entire body aches for him. But once again I take a second to make sure it’s what I want, not what I think he wants.
It’s definitely what I want. I lift up, and he releases me, though his hands rest lightly at the top of my thighs, as though he doesn’t want to stop touching me. I don’t want him to stop, either. My legs are shaking, though, and I’m not sure if this is the best position. But I want him, so much.
I reach down, between my legs, taking his silken hardness in my hand. I slide the tip along my folds. He groans, his hands on my hips tightening.
Then I sink down, taking him inside me. Oh my god.
Blindfolded, it’s all there is. His cock inside me, all heat and fullness.
I sit there, my breath coming in short hard gasps.
I explore the feeling, the way he’s stretching me, the hardness pressing inside me, the softness of his balls beneath me.
I lift myself up, then slide down again.
But the angle isn’t quite right, and my legs are still shaky. I stop again.
“What is it?”
“I need you to take over,” I whisper. “Just do it. I want you to fuck me. Hard.”
There’s a pause. “Are you sure?”
“Hmmm, oh god.” The “oh god” is because his fingers have brushed against my clit.
“Do you want to keep the blindfold on?”
“Yes.”
There is no more need for talking after that.
Axel
This woman.
Jade, coming undone against my fingertips, my silk tie wrapped around her eyes, is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve seen in my life.
It was a flash of inspiration, blindfolding her. I’ve never done it with any of my other lovers. But it hurt me, deep inside, when she tried to explain how things were with her ex, that feeling of participating in a show rather than something real. I can relate, on a lot of levels.
I wanted to give her a sensory experience without that pressure, so she could figure out what made her feel good. I suppose it’s a healing technique, in a way. Another pathway into yourself.
I also wanted to see what would happen, and the thought of touching her the way she wanted to be touched made me so goddamn hard again I worried I was going to come all over her before we even finished. Then again, if that’s what she wanted, I’d do it.
Her voice in the darkness is like a magnet, drawing me to where she needs me to be. And the feel of her, the frangipani scent of her smooth skin, her nipples like hard pebbles under my hands, her gasps and moans, is almost my undoing.
Then she comes like a wave breaking, her sex wet against my fingers. And she takes me inside her. Holy shit.
And now she wants me to fuck her, hard? I think I can manage.
I lift her so she slides off me, her wet heat driving me wild. How any man could treat her the way Zach did is beyond me, even if that was his thing. She is a dream, more than enough woman for anyone.
I bend her forward so she’s on her hands and knees, still blindfolded, moonlight catching the silver-gold gleam of her hair.
I run my hands across her back, over her smooth ass, down her thighs, parting her legs even more.
Then I take a chance and bend down, burying my face in her musky wetness, licking her, sliding my tongue into her opening, sucking her clit.
“Axel, fuck … ah, oh god.” She grinds against me, no hesitation this time. I slide a finger inside her, then another, still licking her as I pump them in and out.
She cries out and I feel her tighten around me, shuddering as the orgasm takes her. I straighten up and, with one smooth thrust, enter her while she’s still coming.
She screams, her head going back, pushing back onto me as I thrust in and out of her, carrying her up to the peak again, her walls shivering around my cock as she goes over the edge once more. I’m not going to last much longer but I keep going, pounding into her. She meets me all the way.
“That hard enough for you?” I keep going as she moans her assent, feeling my own orgasm build. I hold back, though, as much as I can. She is in command here, still.
As if knowing what I want, she turns her head. “Come for me, Axel,” she gasps. “I want to feel you.”
With a groan that shakes my entire being, I do as she asks, unleashing inside her.
She cries out, pushing against me so I’m as deep as I can be, holding me in her heat.
Sated, exhausted, I slide my arm around her waist and bend over her, breathing hard.
Her head hangs, the blindfold slightly askew.
She’s panting, her body lightly slicked with sweat.
“You okay?”
“Fuck, yes,” she groans. “That was amazing.”
I grin, pulling out of her, then fall onto my side, bringing her with me.
She twists in my embrace to face me, her legs tangling with mine. She lifts the blindfold off one eye, her mouth curving. “Is this some of the island healing everyone goes on about?”
“Yes,” I say. “Everyone who stays here gets a blindfolded sex session. It’s all part of the service.”
“I think it’s my favourite thing so far.” She giggles. Then she frowns. “Everyone?”
“No one. Except you. Why, do you think I should add it to the list of guest amenities?”
“No. I think it should only be for surfers named Jade.” Her voice slurs, her body relaxing against mine.
“That does narrow it down a bit, I guess.” I untie the blindfold, sliding the silk from her. The tie was a gift from my father, I suppose to make a point. I don’t think he imagined I’d use it like this.
“Hmm.” She mumbles something, but I don’t catch what she says. Her eyes are closing, lashes fanned across her cheeks. I tighten my arms around her, kissing her brow.
I feel better than I have in a very long time. She’s not wrong about the healing part, though I agree that, as far as I’m concerned, this specific activity should only be reserved for surfers named Jade. This particular Jade.
She’s the only one I want. Yet, amid the rush of feeling, I can also sense myself pulling back. Jade came here to heal. So did I. But am I healed enough to deal with what this could become? Or is there more that I need to do?