Chapter 14
NASH
The derangement demands more. I need to taste her, to worship every inch of her body without the mask or any barrier between us.
I reach for the fuzzy sleep mask on the nightstand, the one she left there so carelessly, and gently slip it over her eyes as a blindfold. She gasps softly at the touch but doesn’t resist, even lifting her head to help me secure it.
“What—” she begins, voice hazy with sleep and confusion.
“Trust me,” I say, my voice thick. “I want you to feel everything.”
She nods, biting her lip. With the blindfold secure, I take the risk I have been craving for nights.
My hands shake as I peel off the mask, letting it drop to the floor.
Cool air hits my face, and for the first time, I’m exposed and vulnerable in a way I have never allowed, but she can’t see.
The desire surges hotter than ever, and now I can use my mouth to claim her properly.
I start at her neck, lips brushing the frantic pulse point where her heart races. She arches with a soft, needy moan that goes straight to my cock, so I kiss lower, tracing her collarbone with my tongue.
Her tits are absolute perfection, full and heavy, with the nipples rosy and already erect, begging for my attention. I cup one in my palm, feeling its weight and softness, as I let my thumb circle the stiff peak until she whimpers. Only then do I lower my mouth and take it between my lips.
She gasps sharply, her hands flying to my hair, fingers tightening as I suck gently at first, then harder, drawing the sensitive bud deep into my mouth.
I worship her, alternating suction and licks, biting just enough to make her yelp and arch.
Her other tit gets the same treatment, and I switch back and forth, lavishing attention, feeling her body respond as her hips grind against nothing.
“You’re perfect,” I murmur against her skin, my voice exposed without the mask.
She whimpers helplessly, her fingers pulling at my hair as I kiss down the valley between her breasts, swirling my tongue into her navel until she lets out a broken moan.
Lower still I go until I reach the crease where her thigh meets her hip.
I spread her legs, settling between them like I belong there, and the scent of her nearly makes me lose control, her musky arousal mixed with the remnants of my release still leaking from her.
She is breathtaking here too, all swollen, glistening folds, with her clit peeking out pink and engorged, her entrance slick and open from how thoroughly I fucked her earlier.
I blow a cool stream of air over her, watching her shiver, then lean in and drag my tongue from her entrance to her clit in one long, broad stroke.
She tastes like sin and heaven combined, salty-sweet and addictive. I circle her clit slowly at first, then suck it gently between my lips. Her hips jerk violently, and a sharp cry tears from her throat as her hands fist the sheets.
I worship her pussy like it is sacred ground, delving my tongue inside her, fucking her in shallow thrusts, tasting every slick fold.
“Oh God, yes…there, please don’t stop—”
She clamps her thighs around my head, but I pry them open again, holding her down as I focus on her clit once more.
I flick my tongue rapidly, then slide two fingers inside her, curling them until she’s sobbing with pleasure.
She comes again, her body seizing, then flooding my mouth with fresh wetness.
I drink every drop, humming against her, prolonging the orgasm until she is shaking and oversensitive, with fresh tears soaking the blindfold.
I kiss and nip at her inner thighs, marking the soft flesh, before returning to her dripping center. I swirl my tongue around her clit as my fingers thrust deeper and faster. She is a beautiful mess beneath me, writhing and pleading, “Too much…I can’t…please—”
Finally, I pull back, my lips and chin slick with her, breathing hard.
She lies utterly limp with her chest heaving, and the blindfold damp with tears.
I kiss her pussy one last time, then climb up her body and press a deep, claiming kiss to her lips.
She tastes herself on me and moans weakly into my mouth.
“Good girl, Blair,” I whisper against her lips, my voice hoarse with raw possession. “I’m very pleased with you.”
She nods faintly, exhausted, reaching blindly for the blindfold. “Please, I need to see you.”
I catch her wrist. “Not yet.”
I slip the mask back on, my heart still racing from the risk I took, then dress quickly. She is still panting softly as I leave the room; the door clicking shut behind me like a final seal on my damnation.
The obsession is complete. I am unhinged, lost and utterly consumed by her, and I no longer care. Tomorrow night I will take even more.