Page 90 of Blade

I bucked against his face, and his arm pinned me to the bed.

His onslaught was relentless. His tongue left my clit to circle my opening.

“Blade, please,” I begged once more.

What was he doing to me? How were the simple things he was doing to me causing such complex feelings to erupt inside me. I had known joy once; I had known happiness once upon a time. However, this was different. This was euphoria.

“How are you doing this?”

He chuckled against my skin as he pushed a finger inside me, and I groaned. Sliding it in and out, he slowly added a second finger. Moving his fingers apart, he stretched me.

He moved his tongue back to my clit while his fingers caressed my channel, inside and out. He hit the same spot over and over until I felt the telltale rush like the last time.

Only this was different, stronger, more intense.

“Are you ready, baby?” he asked, while undoing the button on his jeans. “Do you want this? Do you want my cock?”

“I-I think so,” I moaned, my eyes closed.

I wanted him, I wanted this, but I was scared.

Crawling over me on the bed, Blade slid me up near the headboard.

I could feel him against me, his clothes completely gone.

“I need you to be sure, baby. We can stop right now if you want to.”

“I don’t want to stop. I want to feel everything.”

Blade leaned down, pressing his lips to mine. He had the taste of me on his lips. His hand slid to my mound, his fingers moved between my folds and found my clitagain. The warmth spread through me again, building the pressure that I had quickly become addicted to.

“Blade, I don’t want your fingers.”

“Tell me what you want, baby.”

“You know what I want… you asked me before.”

I couldn’t say the words.

I don’t talk like that. Like he does.

“Come on, baby, say it. Tell me you want my cock,” he demanded. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

Shaking my head, unable to say anything, let alone what he said. I opened my mouth, but nothing escaped as he continued to pump his fingers inside me while his lips tormented my neck and collarbone.

“Tell me, baby.”

“I-I can’t, please.” I didn’t know what I would do if he denied me because I couldn’t say the words.

A moment later, he pulled away, and I whined.

“No, please don’t stop.”

“Just need to get a condom, baby.” He leaned over to the nightstand, pulling the drawer open. “I know this is your first time and I want you to enjoy every minute, but there might be a little pain. I’ll go as slow as I can.”

His hands held my focus as he rolled the condom down himself.

Oh God, I couldn’t even say it in my head.

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