Page 124 of Lady Luck

I complied immediately, keeping my bare feet on the ground as I sat on the edge of the bed. Bree was in front of me in the next instant, pushing my legs apart so she could step between them.

She smiled down at me, her eyes lit with excitement as she leaned down for another kiss. “Ready?” she asked, holding up the bandana.

I nodded, drinking in every second of her before she slid the fabric over my eyes, taking her, and everything else, from view.

She tied the bandana before running her nails down my neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Her citrus-vanilla-scent filled my senses as she leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Be right back.”

I gripped the quilt beneath me, and when Bree wasn’t back within the next few breaths, I gripped harder. Without my sight, the sway of the boat seemed more pronounced and was more disorienting than I was used to.

The boat is secure.

Bree will be back.

This is the beginning, not the end.

I sensed her gaze on me before I heard her, the hairs on my arm rising as I fought back a shiver. She must have taken care to walk softly, because the next thing I knew, her hands were under my shirt and pulling the material over my head. Bree’s familiar touch ghosted up my stomach and chest, stopping at my heart in the same position she’d been in minutes before.

“It’s midnight. Happy Birthday, Vinh.” Her voice was thick and raspy. She put both hands on my shoulders and pushed me back onto the bed, the change of direction slightly disorienting, but I was grounded again as she crawled on top of me.

My existence froze and narrowed to this singular moment when I registered what exactly I was feeling.

Skin. Bare skin.

My hands shot out to confirm what I hoped was true, and a loud, pained groan practically ripped from my throat at the feel of her smooth, entirely naked body. The heat of her bare pussy rested flush against my stomach, snapping every ounce of control I’d ever fought for.

Her surprised squeak when I grasped her waist in both hands and urged her higher—right over my mouth—was music to my ears, her most intimate scent a song I never wanted to end. With no preamble whatsoever, I plunged my tongue inside her, drawing another shocked sound from her, this time in the form of a high-pitched moan.

I didn’t know if everything was so enhanced because of the blindfold or if this was how it would have always been with Bree, but the pleasure of the moment was somehow both electrifying and mind-numbing.

The only thing that kept me somewhat in the present was the arrhythmic patting of her hands around the bed, as if she was trying to find purchase. I licked a stripe up her slit and snaked a hand along her side, following the lines of her body until I circled her wrist, bringing her hand to my head and releasing it there in silent suggestion. She ran her fingers through my hair and gripped, getting the message, and I rewarded her with a long, hard suck to her clit. She inhaled sharply, her grip on my hair tightening nearly to the point of pain, which was exactly what I’d wanted. I moved my hands to the juncture of her thighs and ass and helped guide her movements along my mouth until we found a rhythm that made the sound of her gasps and moans turn truly desperate.

The perfect accompaniment to my own sounds of raw, brutal pleasure.

I felt a tentative weight on one of my pecs and moved a hand up her back to find that she was now arched with one hand reached backward to brace herself beside me while the other maintained its grip on my hair. I pushed gently on the middle of her back, encouraging her to deepen her arch and go harder.

She complied, riding my face all the way to her mounting climax.

“Vinh,” she gasped, her heady scent intensifying as she suddenly stilled, her pussy contracting as she flooded my mouth. My cock throbbed in response, the feeling nearly excruciating. I busied myself by licking and sucking her greedily through it all, only stopping when the tremble of her thighs started to change from pleasure to discomfort. I grasped her waist again and guided her off me, laying her softly onto her back and following her all the way over until I was on top of her.

I rested my head on her breasts and listened—feeling—as her heaving breaths slowed and steadied. Her fingertips traced a path up my back in a languid, gentle caress all the way to my head, where she tugged on the blindfold until it fell around my neck. I blinked against the dim, warm glow of the corner lamp as her perfect flushed face came into view. She smiled at me, her gaze tender and sure as she reached behind my neck and untied the bandana and tossed it off the bed. Then she smoothed her hands down my body again, eliciting a shudder from me, and tugged at my jeans, making her wishes clear.

It was my turn to follow her prompts, planting a kiss to the center of her chest before standing and removing the rest of my clothes. She propped herself on her elbows to watch, pushing her gorgeous breasts forward in the best invitation I’d ever received. I squeezed the base of my cock, smiling slightly at the flare of her eyes as she watched, willing myself to last once I finally sank inside her.

With one last squeeze I released myself, placed a knee on the bed, and leaned forward to take one breast into my mouth as I took the other into my hand, lavishing them in equal tribute.

Once her breaths reached the line between panting and heaving, I pulled back, catching her heated gaze at the exact same moment I found her clit with my thumb and pushed two fingers inside her pussy. The fit was tight, and the groan I barely held off sounded in the back of my throat, causing her to clench and grip my fingers even tighter.

“Vinh,” she pleaded breathlessly.

It was enough for me. More than enough. I removed my fingers, eliciting a gasp from Bree that turned to another sharper one when I turned her onto her side and slid my body in behind her. The feel of her naked body flush with mine was enough for me to lose all sense and senses, but I kept enough wits about me to reach over to my bedside table and pull out the new bottle of lube. I thumbed the cap open and reached between us to smooth a generous portion over my weeping cock, not wanting to risk even a moment of discomfort for her.

I shifted my hand under Bree’s ass all the way to her pussy and spread the remaining warmed lube there, drawing a couple of tight circles on her clit before doing the same at her entrance. Her hand flew back and gripped my upper thigh in response, and she turned her head toward me for a hungry, messy kiss. Our tongues tangled and our breaths danced as I pulled her bent leg up and back to rest over my hip. She was open to me now, and I just needed that final confirmation before this officially became the best day, let alone birthday, of my life.

I breathed the words against her lips. “Tell me, Bree.”

“Please,” she responded, the response barely more than a whisper.

A couple adjustments and two heart beats later, I was inside her.

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