Page 48 of Beneath the Blindfold

“Oh my God,” she groaned. Yeah, that spot was better. Her heartrate spiked upward.

One-oh-five.

One-ten. The color changed to yellow on the screen of my watch.

Her little whimpers of pleasure were the sexiest goddamn thing ever. I put my free hand on the table and gripped the edge of the cushion. I didn’t want to touch her this first time around, but keeping my hands to myself was one tall motherfucking order. Seven years I’d wanted this.

My grin went ear-to-ear. “Quit squirming or you’re gonna knock it free and lose all that suction you like.”

One-twenty.

Her chest was heaving and her head tipped back. Tendons in her legs flexed as she pointed her toes. Jesus, watching her was insane. My heart was going to pound right out of my ribcage.

“Oh my fucking God,” she cried.

One-twenty-five. One-thirty. It climbed like a rocket, and her moans did the same, signaling an explosion. The screen blinked red, flashing the numbers as she took off.

Courtney had been a cheerleader at Ohio State, so I knew my girl could get loud, but her gasp was bigger than I’d thought it be. Damn near a scream. Louder than it’d been in my fantasies, and better sounding too. Her throaty moan that came after was a lick of heat through my spine, burning all the way to my cock.

She bucked up off the leather, straining against the straps. I tensed my grip on the table until my hand ached.Not yet.I wanted to touch her, but when I did, it needed to be the only feeling she had.

She shook and trembled. I could see the goddamn waves rolling down her legs and it pumped more blood straight to my dick. I was gonna bust my zipper if I got any harder.

I pulled the toy away from her skin, turned it off, and dropped it beside her on the table while she continued to come down from her O. The watch screen was yellow now as her heartrate slowed, matching her breathing. She closed her lush lips to swallow a ragged breath.

There was a drawer on the end of the table she hadn’t explored. It had rubbers, lube, and other shit and I grabbed the bottle of massage oil I wanted. Jesus help me at the sight of Courtney all glistening. I could barely keep my shit together now, but was going to try it anyway.

She was still breathing hard and didn’t seem to hear me uncap the bottle. I poured a bunch of the slippery liquid into my hand and rubbed my palms together to warm it up. It smelled like strawberries a little, but nothing obnoxious like a cheap stripper. It better not, either. The bottles were tiny, but fucking expensive, like they had liquid gold in them.

I leaned over the table and set my slick hands on her thighs, my thumbs on the insides of her knees. My dark hands looked so good on her creamy skin. I didn’t use a lot of pressure as I glided my palms upward, working the oil over her. I ran my hands up and down, back and forth until it was distributed on her smooth thighs. Her tense muscles softened under my hands, and her head lolled to one side like she liked what I was doing.

I poured more oil into my cupped palm and smoothed it over her flat stomach. God, her body was fucking hot. As I slid the oil over her, she moved like a cat, rubbing against my touch, as if she was as fucking eager for it as I was to do it. I teased with my fingers, hinting I’d slide them down between her legs, but didn’t go all the way. She needed another minute to finish recovering before I took her to the edge again.

Instead of dumping it in my hands, this time I drizzled the oil on her. I drew a thin line with it from one nipple to the other and watched the syrup-like stuff roll down the curves of her perfect tits.

She sighed when my large hands were on her, and it was the sweetest sound. I massaged and kneaded, letting her slick skin slip through my fingers. I brushed my knuckles over her hard nipples and swirled my fingertips on them. Shit, I was turned on. Sweating in my dress shirt and aching all over for her.

Her voice was breathless. “That feels so good.”

“You’re telling me.” I squeezed her tits and loved watching the skin slide through my grip.

She moaned against the side of her arm, and the watch flashed green, telling me like a stoplight that it was time to go again. I raked my curled fingers down her body, scraping against the oiled flesh and giving her a new sensation.

“Oh,” she gasped.

Her mouth dropped open and her breath cut off as I kept going, sliding two thick fingers against her pussy. She was hot and wet. I stirred her clit, and clenched my teeth to hold in a groan as she responded to my hand on her. Her glistening body contrasted against the black straps and blindfold, and was a thing of beauty. I wanted to climb on the table with her. It was built for at least two people, so it could handle me—

No, fuck it! I wasn’t going to take her here like this. She had gorgeous blue eyes, and I wanted to see them when we were together.

I wanted to do it right.

I had one hand on her tit and the other teasing her clit, and what the fuck had I done to make this shit happen? Had I just wanted it so bad and long enough to make the universe hand it to me?

The muscles of her arms strained and she moaned when I sank my middle finger inside her. She was hot as fire, and squeezed down. Her pussy clenched at my finger, so tight it got hard to see straight. Listening to her enjoy it was going to get me off if I wasn’t real fucking careful.

All the rubbing I’d done on her had set the stage, and her heartrate jumped up as I thrust my finger in and out of her pretty pink pussy. “Fuck, you’re sexy, Court. So fucking sexy.”

Her moan walked a line between pleasure and a sob. I moved faster with both hands. The one not fucking her, glided over her shiny skin, pinching and pulling at her nipples and fumbling from one tit to the other.

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