Page 47 of Blindside Love

His cock slides through my core as I move up and down, grinding myself against his length. Every time I press down on him, his breath hitches, and his eyes close like the sensation is almost too intense.

I get it. Everything with Trevor is intense.

Gripping my hips, he slows my movements down, lifting me until I’m moving in the air, sliding up his chest as he places me directly over his face.

“Wha—what are you doing?” I stammer, holding my weight on my hands and pressing down on the bed beneath me. I may be small, but this man sure as hell doesn’t need my weight suffocating him.

“I want to taste you. See if you’re as sweet as you were last night. Now, stop fighting me and lower yourself. I want you sitting on my face,” he says, wearing a shit-eating grin as he pulls my hips down, so close I can feel his breath on my clit, but not close enough that he can touch me.

I push back again. There’s no way I can do this. I asked Tom if we could do this once and he told me I was too big to do that. I never asked him again.

“Trevor, I’m so much heavier than you realize. I am not sitting on your face. Let me down,” I say, panicked, nervous I’m going to hurt him.

“Ellie, first off, you’re not even half of my warmup weight, so don’t flatter yourself by thinking you’re too heavy for me. I could lift you in my sleep. Second, even if you could smother me, I’d go out in the best way possible with your cunt riding my tongue. Show me a man who wouldn’t call that a dream come true, and I’ll show you a liar.”

I feel my cheeks heat at his confidence and excitement for me to do this. He likes this too, I realize. It’s not just for me. My body is tingling with nerves as well as excitement over what he’s offering.

If he wants me to sit on his face, who am I to deny his deepest desires?

Lowering myself down, I feel his tongue immediately swipe through my core, pausing just a moment when he reaches my clit and does a few lazy circles. His hands grip my hips, guiding them, pulling me down as he grinds me against his face.

The pressure is intense. It’s so different from having a man go down on you while lying down. When his lips cover my clit and suck, I see stars.

“Oh, fuck,” I moan, an orgasm quickly building as his mouth licks, sucks, and bites my flesh. His fingers dig into my hips before he releases one. The next thing I feel is two fingers circling my entrance, dipping in just slightly before pulling back.

He repeats the movement a couple of times, going in just a tiny bit further each time. It’s overwhelming, these feelings, these sensations that are building. I don’t even know what to focus on first. In one quick movement, Trevor has his fingers slid all the way inside of me, his mouth latching my clit again, sucking hard as he slides his hand in and out, faster, harder.

“Trevor! Don’t stop,” I moan, my orgasm teetering on the edge, just a moment away from completely consuming me.

But Trevor reads my body and listens to it so well that I’m convinced my body speaks a language that only he understands because, within moments, I’m exploding, my body shaking as the orgasm completely overtakes me. I see stars, my eyes going black as I shudder, his tongue still circling my clit as he draws out every last drop of my orgasm before pulling his hand from inside me.

Grabbing my hips, he tilts me to the side, laying me back down on the bed. I can’t help myself, I lean over and kiss him, tasting myself on his lips. His hard cock is between us, and I’m ready for more. I want him, I want it all.

And when we lock eyes, his gentle look from before is gone, replaced by a dark, sinister one that promises all sorts of naughty, delicious things.

I want them. I want him to own my body, to claim me, and make me his.

Even if it’s just for tonight.

Chapter 17

Trevor

It’s official. I’m a goner when it comes to this woman. I’ve never once in my life believed that people are made for each other, but I’m damn near certain that this girl was created for me and me alone.

She’s shy and quiet, yet confident and strong.

She’s calm, yet wild. A perfect combination of passion and adventure all rolled into a hot as fuck little submissive package.

One that I’m about two seconds from sinking into. Her hands are holding onto my hips as I grind on top of her, our tongues tangling as we do our best to become one. Breaking the kiss, I lean back, her legs straddling mine as I look at her.

“Ellie, I’m going to ask you this one more time; after that, all bets are off. Are you absolutely positive you want to do this? I don’t think I could handle it if you woke up and regretted this in the morning,” I tell her, watching her eyes for any hint of apprehension, but there’s none.

She wants this, I’m almost positive, but I still need to hear the words from her.

“I promise you, Trevor. I won’t regret this. I want this. Tonight. I want you.”

That’s all I need to hear before I lean over to find my pants. I could waste time trying to figure out what exactly she means by ‘tonight,’ but she's telling me she wants this enough that now I’m only thinking with my cock.

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