Page 89 of Embers in Our Souls
“What are you doing?”
“Having a little fun,” he says as he saunters back over to me.
I watch him, my eyes trained on the scarf in his hands.
“Turn around in the center of the bed,” he instructs me.
I do as he asks. He ties the scarf to cover my eyes and my senses are already heightened. I’m sitting upright, my back facing him. I feel his lips move to my shoulder, and a shiver races down my spine. Then he disappears and I hear the sound of him removing his jeans and discarding them, followed by his belt hitting the floor.
He maneuvers me gently to lay flat on my back, my head hanging off the edge of the bed.
He brings his lips to my ear and whispers, “Good girl.” The chills that race up my spine are instantaneous.
“You tell me if it’s too much and you can’t handle it, alright? Actually, let’s come up with a safe word… how about Hoover?” I can tell he’s standing over me.
I nod, but I know I’m too excited for what’s next. I want this. I’m dripping for this man and we haven’t even done much.
“Open your mouth for me,wife,” he orders, his voice gruff.
My heart hammers behind my ribcage as I open for him and I feel his length slide into my mouth. It’s different at this angle, so it takes a moment to adjust.
That smooth cock, the salty tip hitting my tastebuds, is only making me want him more. Although it looks like I’m completely at his mercy, he’s technically at mine.
The moment I fully take him in, I hear a deep groan take over Tyler’s throat. “Fuck, you take me so good,” he says.
I hum my approval and that only makes Tyler moan even louder. I hear him breathing hard, probably trying to control himself.
Having my eyes covered while blowing someone is a completely new experience. He starts to move slowly, and I relish in the feeling of pleasing him. Having this control, yet not being able to see him, is exhilarating. I bring my hands to circle around his backside, my fingers digging into his ass, likely leaving marks.
“Yes, that fucking mouth of yours is perfect,” he says, completely lost as he starts pumping at a more rhythmic speed in and out of me. I love how enamored he is right now.
I’m so wet and all I want is to get myself off right now. My pelvis starts to move of its own accord, although there’s no friction.
I swear, Tyler is so in tune with my needs that he moves a hand down my stomach to my clit and starts to play with my sensitive bud. I moan, which only coaxes a sound of his own.
“You’re so fucking wet, Indy. Sucking me gets you wet, huh?”
“Mmhmm,” I agree with him.
He keeps moving his fingers through my center as I suck him off. We must look so hot right now; I wish I could see us in a reflection somewhere.
We keep moving and I can feel my orgasm building. I’m about to come, when his hand disappears and I whine. I pop off his cock.
“No,” I moan.
“I need to be inside you,” he says. I hear the desperation in his voice. “Get on all fours.”
I move quickly, my eyes still covered.
Once he helps me into position, I feel him move behind me. He caresses up the back of my leg, then I feel the sting from the slap he delivers on the right cheek.
“This ass is so fucking perfect, Indiana. I can’t believe it’s mine.” He squeezes it and I push it back toward him, eager to feel him inside me.
I think he’s going to plunge into me, but instead, I feel his wet tongue move along my slit and I yell out in pleasure. I bury my head into my mattress, and groan.
“Tyler,” I plead.
“What do you want?” he taunts as he flicks my clit with his tongue.
