Page 7 of Risky Pucking Play
"You're so beautiful when you're turned on," he murmurs, his voice even deeper than before. "I bet you taste amazing too."
My breath catches at his words. No one has ever spoken to me like this during sex. My previous encounters were pleasant but quiet affairs—a few appreciative moans, maybe a "thatfeels good" here and there. His explicit commentary sends me somewhere I’ve never been.
He moves down my body, his mouth leaving a trail of kisses across my stomach. When he settles between my legs, he looks up at me, his blue eyes darkened with desire. "I want to hear you," he says. "I want to know exactly what I'm doing to you."
I nod, unable to form words as his mouth finds me. My hands fist in the sheets as pleasure shoots through me.
"You taste even better than I thought you would," he says. "So fucking sweet."
The profanity in his praise shouldn't turn me on this much, but it does. Each dirty word from his mouth heightens my arousal, pushes me closer to the edge.
"Do you have any idea how hard you make me?" He slides two fingers inside me as his tongue continues its skilled exploration. "How much I want to be inside you?"
I moan in response, my hips moving against his mouth.
"That's it," he encourages. "Show me how much you want it."
I've never been this uninhibited during sex, never felt so free to express my pleasure. The sounds coming from my throat are raw and desperate.
He pulls away suddenly, and I whimper at the loss. "Don't worry," he says with a smirk. "I'm just getting started."
He reaches for his discarded T-shirt, twisting it in his hands. "Do you trust me?"
I hesitate only for a second before nodding. Something about him makes me feel safe despite the fact that I know almost nothing about him.
"Close your eyes," he instructs, his voice gentle but firm.
I comply, feeling the soft cotton of his shirt being wrapped around my head, covering my eyes completely. The darkness is disorienting at first, but then my other senses heighten—thesound of his breathing, the scent of his skin, the feel of his fingers rubbing my thighs.
"Still okay?" he asks.
"Yes," I breathe. More than okay. I'm floating, anchored only by his touch.
Without sight, every sensation is amplified. The mattress dips as he moves over me. His lips find mine in a delicious kiss that leaves me breathless.
I hear the crinkle of a wrapper. “I’m putting a condom on in case you can’t tell. Just wanted to make sure you know.”
I feel him position himself between my legs, the head of his cock teasing my entrance.
"Tell me you want this," he says, his voice strained with restraint.
"I want this," I say without hesitation. "I want you."
He pushes inside me slowly, giving me time to adjust to his size. The feeling is exquisite—a delicious stretch that makes me moan.
"Jesus Christ, you feel good," he groans. "So tight. So perfect around me."
His words send another spike of arousal through me. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.
He starts to move, setting a rhythm that has me clinging to him, nails digging into his shoulders. I’m still blindfolded and it makes everything more intense.
"That's it," he murmurs against my ear. "Take all of this cock. It’s all yours."
His hand snakes between us, finding my clit. The dual stimulation is almost too much. I feel the tension building low in my belly.
"Are you close?" he asks, his voice rough with exertion.
"Yes," I manage to say between gasps.
