Page 53 of The Blind Date

"Trust me, darling.” Cedric leaned in to press a gentle kiss to my lips. He slipped his tongue into my mouth at the same time he pushed my legs together and slipped his cock between them, seeking out my seeping entrance. I had first anticipated doggy style but this felt like something else. Something far more erotic and intimate.

With my legs closed tightly together in this way, there was so much more friction as he thrust in and out of me. His slow thrusts slowly drove me crazy, and I turned my face to bury it in the pillow, needing something to muffle my loud moans. It proved impossible when he began to drill into me as if his life depended on it, desperately chasing his orgasm.

Right now, this wasn’t about my pleasure. It was all about him as he pounded me into the mattress and took from me what he wanted.

I shouldn’t have been so turned on by it, but I was.

Instead of it bothering me, I felt myself get slicker around him. My pussy clenched tighter around his cock with each thrust, crying each time he pulled out and then trying to keep him inside me when he thrust back in. He brushed against the top wall of my pussy every time, going deeper and deeper, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

With the pressure of Cedric drilling into me and me lying on my stomach, I neared my orgasm at a record rate. When his thrusts grew fast and sloppy, I knew he wasn’t far from coming with me.

"Cedric!" I called out his name wantonly and arched my back, needing him to feel deep inside me when he came.

I felt him come into the condom, but regardless of knowing this, my pussy squeezed around his cock, determined to keep him inside me and milk him for all his come.

"That's the best sex I've ever had," Cedric panted into my ear as he dropped his weight on me, resting on my back, his cock still nestled between my legs.

Spent and absolutely sated after two orgasms–more orgasms than I had the pleasure of experiencing at the hands of a man this past year–I allowed Cedric to pull back the sheets, gather me in his arms and tuck the both of us in bed.

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I always wokeup before my alarm even though it was set to give me more than enough time to get ready for work in the morning.

A groan escaped me as I turned over to bury my face in my pillow, willing myself to fall back asleep. When it evaded me, I groaned and huffed, finally opening my eyes.

Something didn’t feel quite right.

There was something different today, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.

When five fingers dug into my hip, I realised there was a heavy arm on my back, curled around me.

My breath caught in my throat, and I slowly turned my head to glance over my shoulder. My lips parted in shock, and my eyes threatened to start watering from the strain as I stared at the man sleeping behind me.

His hair was in complete disarray, and his face was pressed into the pillow. Just like mine.

For once, he didn’t have that insufferable smirk on his face. Instead, he was sleeping in my bed, looking so comfortable that anyone would think he belonged there.

My face heated as my eyes trailed over his bare chest and the trail of brown, wispy hair that travelled down and disappeared under the sheet which sat dangerously low on his hips.

My face heated when I realised that I was naked too.

I scrambled to pull the sheet over me, but it proved difficult with his arm curled around my waist, pinning me to the bed. After a few minutes of skilfully and carefully removing his arm from me, I quietly climbed out of bed and immediately reached for my robe.

It had been a while since I last welcomed a man into my bed and even longer since my bed–and my pussy–had seen any action. However, it appeared that I had broken my dry streak with none other than Cedric Barlowe. The one man I had vowed I wouldn’t touch, even with a six-foot pole.

I took the quickest shower of my life and rushed to get dressed for work. The last thing I wanted was for Cedric to wake up right now and be forced to address this situation. To acknowledge that we had fucked, and I loved every moment of it.

What was wrong with me?

What was I thinking inviting Cedric into my bed last night?

My eyes lingered on a sleeping Cedric, and no matter how peaceful he looked, I couldn’t deal with the truth right now.

So without so much as a look back or a note, I left for work and left Cedric sleeping in my bed.

I trusted he would be able to see himself out.

ChapterTwelve

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