Page 58 of Beneath the Blindfold

“Shit, yes,” I moaned as his tongue glanced over my clit.

One long lick and my knees shook. He made a noise of contentment, and I nearly lost it right then. Hearing how much he liked it was erotic. He cradled my hips, tilting me to a better angle, and I ran my hands over his arms.

He teased me. His indecent kiss wouldn’t stay on my clit for long. He planted more kisses on me, just to the side of where I wanted them, all while his hands slid over my body. I bowed my back as he squeezed my breast and pinched a nipple.

“Mmm,” I moaned when his mouth returned to the spot I needed it to be.

And again, my response was echoed by him. It was a chain reaction. When I grew louder, so did he, and it escalated until we were both sighing and moaning together. I hung over the armrest with my head tipped back, gasping for air as heat drilled into me. His tongue was urgent, fluttering and slashing, causing me to writhe on the cushions.

My knees were up and my feet hanging in the air, and whenever I moved too much, Julius would steady me with a hand on the underside of my thigh. He held me open so he could keep giving me pleasure like I’d never had before. I clawed at the cording on the edge of the couch cushions, and stroked my hands along his shoulders. I was wild and desperate.

The need swelled and swelled until I couldn’t hold back anymore. It burst from me in a torrent of pleasure, ripping through my system and firing along every nerve ending.

“Yes, yes . . .yes,” I cried.

He gasped loudly, like the amazing sensation washing through me was roaring right through him. I bucked, jerking away from his tongue, too sensitive to take another touch, and he pulled back, watching me as I came apart.

Half undressed, pants undone and sagging around his thighs, he looked powerful and gorgeous. The way he looked at me with his expressive eyes made his words from earlier echo in my head.

How could I not fall for this man? I didn’t stand a chance.

TEN

JULIUS

Courtney’s chest was heaving. She had her eyes closed and a hand on her forehead, looking like I’d put her through the wringer. But then she gave me a blissed-out smile, and I felt twenty goddamn feet tall.

The noises she’d made when I was going down on her . . .Jesus. If I were a weaker man, they’d have killed me. Those soft moans. The gasps. Her whimpers. My cock jerked again even as the sound faded from my ears.

Her eyes fluttered open in time to see me slide my first two fingers in my mouth. She was already wet, and I’d gotten her to come, but a little more prep wasn’t gonna hurt anything.

Her lips rounded into a silent ‘oh’ as I worked my first finger inside her. She was draped over the edge of the couch, her tits pointing to the ceiling, and looking at them made my mouth water. Wait a minute. Every fucking inch of her did that.

I was up on my knees and gripped the back of the couch to keep my shit stable. She was tight, and I didn’t want to hurt her, but I’d barely gotten the second finger in when she—

“Please,” she said. “I want you.”

Aw, fuck. I scooped my hands under her back and lifted, moving us so I was sitting again and she was on me like she was when I first moved us to the couch. Except, she was naked and my dick was out, and I needed my wallet more than air.

I sucked on her tits as I fumbled in my pockets and finally jerked the fold of leather free. I flipped it open, pulled out the condom, and dropped the rest of it to the ground. I had what I needed now.

Her hands were on my head, holding me while I tried to do two things at once. Her tits were distracting as hell. It took longer than it should have to tear the packet open, but when she heard it, she sat back and watched me put it on.

I’d wanted our first time to be in a bed, but the couch was good. Better. She’d be on top and set the pace. Which she’d need to do, since the size of my dick seemed to be a surprise.

Her tiny waist felt so good in my hands, I let them hang out there. She said she wanted me, and I gave her a look that said, “C’mon and get it.”

She laced her fingers together behind my neck, and her eyes got big as hell as she rose on her knees, shifting over me. I waited to see her lick her lips and show me she was nervous, but it didn’t happen. Her blue eyes stared back at me, and my chest tightened. Seven long years I’d hoped something like this would happen.

I reached between us and grabbed myself at the base, holding still so she could lower down. But she lingered, hovering.

“Oh, Jesus, Court. You gotta—”

Her hands gripped the back of my neck and her pupils grew so big, her eyes were black. Our mouths fell open at the same time, and we exhaled loudly as I pushed inside. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, and her arms shook with tension.

“Fuck, am I hurting you?” I asked, trying to stay calm.

She blinked and gave a weird smile, like I’d just asked a dumb fucking question. “God, no.” Her warm forehead pressed against mine. “I’m just trying to remember this.”

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