Page 79 of Reckless Vow

He takes my hand and leads me somewhere. I don’t think it’s toward his bed, but I’ve lost all sense, let alone my sense of direction.

“Wait a moment,” he rasps, and a jolt of panic grabs me. Is he going to leave? But then I hear sounds, moving something, opening a cabinet, I think.

Baldo comes back. I feel him before he touches me, and it’s such a comforting awareness. I gasp when he lifts me effortlessly, but he puts me down immediately.

It’s not the bed.

My naked ass ends on a cold, smooth surface. My hands land by my side. It’s the glass table.

“Okay, sweetheart, I forgot one important rule.” He kisses my jaw, his voice straining with effort.

While he’s slowly unraveling me, he’s coming undone himself. The thought is unreasonably empowering.

Like knowing this isn’t just for me. To fix my problem. To help me with my frustrating issue. This is equally for him.

And yet he puts my needs first, and that’s something that terrifies me. Am I worthy of that?

Ever so gently, he lays me on my back. The coolness of the glass contrasts with the heat of my body. I wonder if he picked this surface to ensure I don’t burn, because I’m pretty certain I would.

He lifts my feet to the edge of the table, and a chair scrapes the floor before he breathes into my heat and my back arches, a loud moan escaping me.

“No kissing,” he says, and pushes my knees open as wide as possible.

It takes me a moment before his words hit my brain and comprehension sinks in. The rule he forgot?No kissing.

I scramble to my elbows and want to push further, but his vise-like grip on my hips keeps me in place, and when he lowers his lips to my clit, I file my protests for later.

He sucks on the bundle of nerves, his hands digging into my skin at my lower stomach. I collapse back to the table and try to deal with the sensation.

“Okay, baby, I’m going to make you come quickly now, so you have a point of reference, and then we’ll play a game.”

My brain is too foggy to assign meaning to his words. They are just a murmur in the background of my heart pounding in my head. Of the fire licking my belly, and coiling pleasure up my spine.

Baldo devours me like I’m his last meal on earth. No wonder he picked the dining table for this part of the night.

Or maybe the bed is too intimate for him?

I gasp and my hips buck when he pushes what must be at least two, if not three fingers into me, erasing any further thoughts.

In no time, I writhe and squirm, but Baldo doesn’t budge, holding me in place.

And then suddenly electricity zaps through me. My lungs heave and I chant his name, ready to jump out of my own skin.

My core clenches and my legs flex on their own accord, as wave after wave of bliss shudders through me.

“That’s my girl.” Baldo continues, moving his fingers inside me and rubbing my clit gently.

I may black out for a moment.

My body is weightless.

Boneless.

Fearless.

Tears pool in my eyes, and I’m grateful for the blindfold. I don’t want him to see what he’s just done to me.

My first love just gave me my first orgasm. How can I not assign any significance to that?

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