Page 391 of The First Time
Blake is kissing me. It feels so damn right. It's hard to believe there's so much wrong with this non-relationship.
He adjusts our positions so I'm a foot away from the wall. Not the one that connects with Lizzy's bedroom. The one we share with the neighbors.
Blake guides my arm, placing my palm flat against the wall. He does the same with the other.
His hands close around my hips. He nudges me a few inches closer. My nose is six inches from the wall. There's barely any breathing room.
He pulls the scarf around my eyes, blindfolding me, and ties a tight knot. Everything is fuzzy but I still have a sense of the light in the room.
My body goes cold as he moves away.
The light changes. The main one is off now. Just the desk lamp. There's shifting behind me. Blake taking off some of his clothes. Everything inside me wants to turn around, to rip this blindfold off so I can drink in the sight of his gorgeous body.
He moves closer. His nails scrape against my back, trailing down my spine. He digs his fingers into my ass with a heavy groan. "What do you want?"
"You."
"How?"
That flutter below my belly goes into overdrive. I want him every way, including a million ways I'll never get him. But that isn't what he's asking. He doesn't care if I love him or not.
This isn't about love.
This is fucking, pure and simple.
I press my fingertips against the wall. Something to contain the desperate feeling in my body. "Inside me. So deep I can't breathe."
Blake groans as he slides two fingers inside me.
I press my palms into the wall. It's not enough. It doesn't contain the pleasure racing through me. I swallow a groan. I'm not waking up my sister. Not like this.
He fucks me with his fingers.
He brings his other hand to my breast and toys with my nipples.
I press my back against his chest, soaking up the feeling of his body against mine.
This is sex. Just sex.
But it's more too.
He wants me feeling good. Physically. Mentally. Emotionally.
"Blake." I slam my hand against the wall. There's the deepest, hardest tension inside me. It's perfect agony.
He draws circles around my nipple, sending pangs to my sex.
Almost…
I arch my back, shifting my body into his, pushing him deeper.
The tension in my core knots.
I arch my back.
I bite my lip.
There.
