Page 5 of Timeless: Encore

I wag my finger at him and flutter the scarf in the air. “You’re going to be blindfolded, remember?”

“I admit, I didn’t think this through.” He purses his lips then grins.

I straddle him and leisurely kiss his entire face. Forehead. Temples. Eyelids. Nose. Cheekbones. Chin. I avoid his lips. For now. When he relaxes against the pillows, I smooth his hair and tie the blindfold around his eyes. “I’m going to make you come so hard.”

“God, yeah.” He tilts his hips, showing me his cock is fully erect now because it nudges my ass.

I climb off him and rest my cheek against his hard stomach, high enough so that the tip of his shaft reaches my mouth. I stroke his thighs with my fingers and guide them apart so I have access to everything I want to play with. “Whatever you do, don’t come. Save it for later. Okay?”

“Mmm-hmmm.” He smiles. His dick twitches, which makes me incredibly happy. And horny. I love giving Zane pleasure.

“I’m going to focus on my prize for a while. Just concentrate on everything I do to you.” I kiss his belly button.

Zane’s reply comes out breathy. Eager. “Yeah. Yeah.”

Using the tips of my fingers, I stroke the underside of his cock at a snail’s pace from root to tip, using a hint of pressure. Just enough to tease, not tickle. On the eighth or ninth pass, he’s lulled into a bit of a trance. Puffing out little “ohhs” and “ahhhs.”

Now, I concentrate strictly on his balls. Fondle. Stroke. Cup. Repeat. From my vantage point, I watch in fascination as Zane’s cock jerks and bobs, depending on my cadence and force. He grows harder. Like steel. The tip turns dark red. Zane’s moaning now. His hips buck like he’s trying to find a warm, wet vessel for his cock to fuck.

So I shift back to gentle stroking to bring him back down.

Zane is so blissed out by the time I repeat the sequence several times, I decide it’s time to add in the trifecta. This time, after I’m done playing with his balls, I press my fingertips against his gooch and stroke firmly in a circular motion, just the way he likes it. With my other hand, I rim his anus. Dipping the tip in just a bit.

“Ahhhhhh. Holy fucking hell, Fee,” Zane moans. His dick strains so hard, it’s nearly pointing at the ceiling.

I press my finger in up to the knuckle and press harder against his prostate. “Do. Not. Come.” I kiss his belly again.

Zane’s moans are desperate now. He chants. “Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.” His hips swivel. The tip of his cock weeps. My pussy is soaking.

It’s time. It’s easily been twenty minutes and I don’t want his arms to go numb.

Abruptly I stop what I’m doing, unbuckle the restraints and untie the blindfold. In seconds, Zane grabs my hips and pulls me on top of him. “Take off your top.”

“I’m fine.” I smile down at him, not wanting to let him know I feel self-conscious, but he pulls it up anyway so I let him strip it off.

He slaps my asscheeks with his hand. “Sit on my face.”

“Zane, I’m too heavy. Stop asking me to do that. Let’s not waste this mega-boner.” I scoot down his body, thinking I’ll just impale myself on him.

Instead, he palms my butt and actually lifts me up so my pussy hovers over his lips. “I want to eat you out like this. You have no idea how much I fantasize about it.”

His tongue darts out and licks my seam. My knees dig into the mattress and my thighs strain to avoid actually sitting on his face. He nibbles and kisses my clit. Sips my juices and then buries his entire face into me. Savoring. Sucking. Feasting.

His arms support my back, so I can’t help but get lost in all that he’s doing to me. I pluck at my nipples and grind against his mouth. My first orgasm hits me like a tsunami. I cry out, undulating. Chasing. Seeking an even higher nirvana.

Zane sucks my clit into his mouth and savors it. His fingers spread my ass cheeks. He pulls me all the way down against him. Suckling. Flicking. Swirling. I come again all over his face, gushing my release, and nearly pass out from the indulgence of it all.

In an instant, I’m flipped over on my stomach and Zane rams himself inside me. His cock tunnels so deep I feel him in my throat. “Fuck yeah, Fee. You’re so wet. God, you feel like heaven.”

“Give it to me hard, Zaney,” I croak, overcome by how well he fills me.

Zane pummels me vigorously. Slams his hips into me. His balls slap against my pussy. Gives me a little spank now and then. One hand circles my throat as he eases my chest off the bed. Once I’m where he wants me, he squeezes just a bit to cut off a little bit of air when he picks up the pace.

I’m so close to detonating again, and when Zane’s other hand pinches my clit I go into the stratosphere. My pussy clenches his cock so tightly he grunts, “Christ. Oh fucking Christ.”

His hot release fills me and spills over. He’s coming and coming. We both cry out. Keening through our exquisite carnality. The kind only the two of us can create. Definitively.

We are magical orgasmic creatures.

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