Page 38 of Our Sadie

A thumb?

Then, awareness bubbles through me all at once. That velvety softness that’s warm yet definably rigid can only be one thing, even if I can’t reach out and grasp it to test my theory.

I’m ninety-nine percent sure it’s his cock.

The nudging continues only twice more before I feel the length of his shaft burrowing itself deliciously along my folds before it circles my entrance.

The man’s got some dexterous hips, that’s for damn sure.

And that’s when he inserts himself into me without warning.

“Oh, fuck,” I moan, and it’s anything but a complaint. It’s odd to have him filling me when those specific regions of our pelvises are the only things touching, but I’ll never say I dislike it. If anything, I want more.

That’s when he lines his torso up against mine, grabs my ass through what I can only assume are the spaces between the crossbars, and grinds into me good and proper. The wood of the ladder creaks with each of his thrusts, and I believe I’m being jostled from side to side as the rollers engage. I open my mouth to inform him how to lock the ladder in place when he jams his tongue into my mouth, the pressure he uses delectably brutal.

Needless to say, I quit attempting to speak due to other priorities.

His tongue seeks out mine, sucking forcefully as he pinches each of my nipples, causing me to cry out.

“God, yes. Yes, unnghn...”

The pinches alter back and forth between crushing little tweaks and soothing strokes, and although I’m enjoying this to its fullest, my breasts heavy with arousal, I’m missing something. The ability to stroke him back.

Yet that yearning evaporates when Jerome alters his strategy once again, focusing his efforts on my clit and the pucker of my backside as his tongue licks my left nipple.

I’ve never had any man attempt anything with my ass previous to now. Having that hidden flesh played with is a strange sensation, but again, I don’t dislike it. He’s not inserting anything into that part of my anatomy; he’s merely rubbing tiny rings around the pucker with what I assume is one hand as the other caresses my clit.

All while fucking my pussy like his life depends on it.

It’s too much. The blindness. The not being capable of anticipating what’s next.

All this stimulation strikes just the right cord within me. And when the tip of his finger pushes into my backside for the first time, it sets off this chain reaction that has me roaring at the top of my lungs.

“Unnhgn, J-Jerome. Oh my God, yes...”

Maybe due to the unusualness of our setup, I’m taken aback by my climax, and my ecstasy comes out half-broken, sounding almost like a raspy sob. A throbbing that’s not my own rattles into my pelvis right as my own spasms fade, the hot spurting jets of Jerome’s seed filling me as he too reaches orgasm.

“Uhh,” he grunts next to my ear, and though I’ve adored conducting this unique experiment, I need to observe him. To see what kind of euphoria is washing across his face.

“T-take it off,” I stammer in a pant. “Take off the blindfold.”

The scarf vanishes, and my lover’s features swim into view, his expression switching promptly from satiated to concerned.

“Shit, are you all right?”

I don’t know what he’s talking about. “Yeah.”

“You sure?”

“Yes. Why?”

He wipes at the skin alongside my nose. “Because you’re crying.”

“No, I’m not.”

Yet even at my protest, the evidence of the saltwater leaking from my eyes is right there in evidence on the back of his hand.

“Did I hurt you?”

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