Page 39 of Blade
I hold my breath. He’s seen me naked more than once today, but this is different. We’re about to go down a path I’ve never been on. I’m thirty years old. I was married for three years. And I feel like I have less experience than most teenagers.
Blade is careful with my arm, easing my shirt over it so he doesn’t jostle it more than necessary. He leaves my bra and panties until last and takes a minute to look at me as I stand before him in the plain white cotton.
“So sexy.” He reaches up to drag a knuckle over one of my nipples through the cotton.
I flinch and gasp. I’ve never been this turned on, and all he’s done is indirectly touch my nipple. I’m panting. I’m also beginning to believe he can make me come.
Finally, he reaches behind and unfastens my bra, letting the straps fall away. I feel more naked than earlier. His gaze is intense, filled with longing.
He lifts his head to look me in the eyes. “If you’re hurting…”
I shake my head. “I can’t feel anything.”
“Okay. You’ll tell me. I don’t want you to be in pain.”
I cup his jaw, stroking his soft beard. I’ve felt it against my skin several times today, but this is the first time I’ve taken the liberty to blatantly touch it.
Blade tips his face into my palm and kisses my sensitive skin before he rises and turns us, lifting me off my feet and lowering me onto the mattress. He stares down at me while he pulls his shirt over his head and kicks his shoes off.
I hope he will remove his jeans, too, but he doesn’t. He places a knee on the bed and hooks his fingers in the elastic waist of my panties. I lift my hips so he can draw them down my legs.
“Spread open for me, Little one. Let me see you.”
I tremble as I part my knees and let them fall to the comforter.
“Good girl.”
Fuck. Those words. If that’s part of age play, where do I sign up? I love it when he calls me good girl.
He sets his knuckles on my inner thighs and grazes them up and down until I’m writhing. He hasn’t touched me anywhere important, and already, I know this is going to be a monumental experience.
“So fucking pretty,” he mutters. He gives a tug on my pubic hair. “Tomorrow, I’m going to shave this. Tonight, I’m going to rub my face against it.”
It’s interesting how he can be really bossy without it coming off negatively. I know if I told him I didn’t want him to shave me, he wouldn’t. That’s the difference. The idea of him spreading me open, lathering my mons, and scraping a razor over the sensitive skin makes my pussy drip.
My hands are at my sides; I don’t know what to do with them. I have them fisted against the sheets.
Blade leans over me, plants his palms on either side of me, and lowers his lips to one of my nipples.
I nearly shoot off the bed when he flicks the turgid tip with his tongue. I’ve been missing out. The only time my ex paid attention to my breasts was when he grabbed them roughly with his entire fist to twist and hurt me when he was angry. He could bring me to my knees with one flick of his wrist. He made my breasts something he could abuse, turning them into nothing remotely sexy.
Blade is staring at them with reverence, licking his lips. He’s breathing heavily, and he drops his mouth again to suckle one nipple before switching to the other.
I arch and cry out.
“That’s my girl. Don’t hold back. Scream if you need to. No one will ever hear you. This apartment is fully sound-proofed from the next floor.”
I’m delirious with lust. I’m aware that there are scrapes and bruises all over me, but he can’t see them, and I’m not looking.
He switches back and forth between my nipples, driving my need higher, tormenting them with his lips and tongue and even his teeth. He grazes them and nips at them playfully until my head rolls back and I think I might fly through the roof.
I’m gasping for air as he kisses a path toward my pussy, and I stop breathing when he nuzzles my soft hair before blowing against my clit.
I seriously had no idea I could be so sexual. I’m awakening from a long sleep. A thirty-year rest.
He uses his thumbs to part my folds, exposing me to the air, making me aware of how wet I am. He inhales deeply, scenting me. Holy fuck. He’s so damn sexy.
And then his mouth is on me. He sucks my clit and flicks it with his tongue.
