Page 89 of Beneath the Blindfold

He straightened, undid his shorts, and they slid down his legs. Now he was naked, and good lord, there wasn’t anything more beautiful than Jamie Campbell in full-frontal. His gaze moved along the length of my body as he gripped just above my ankles, and he teased the naked tip of his cock through my seam.

His shoulders rose with his heavy breath. “You want it?”

I couldn’t contain my eager moan, but he wasn’t wearing anything. “God, yes. But—”

“Back in a second.” He moved so fast, he was halfway down the hall before it registered. He ducked into his room as I lay back on the couch and listened to the rush of blood in my ears. The sound of his bare feet slapping against the floor grew louder as he hurried back to me.

“That was fast.” I grinned as he tore open the condom wrapper in his hands.

His expression was pure seduction as he put it on and moved between my legs. He set a hand beside me on the edge of the armrest to support himself, and his lips hovered over mine. “I can go slow when it counts.”

And he proved his point by sinking into me one fraction of an inch at a time. I arched up and wrapped my legs around his waist, trying to drive him deeper, but he moved in slow-motion. The sensation of him pressing inside me only got better as he went, stretching and filling me.

I let out half a groan and curled my hands around his biceps. “Oh,” I gasped like I was cheering him on. “Oh,oh.”

He straightened and cast his gaze down to where we were joined. The muscle along his jaw flexed, strangling what might have been a grunt. He drew back his hips, and I placed my feet flat against his shoulders. As he eased back inside a second time, he set his hands on the insides of my thighs, his fingertips right on the edges of my pussy. So he could peel me open and watch better.

I shoved my hands in my hair, using my arms to push my breasts together while he found his pace. I was going to burst. Each thrust gathered the intensity in my body, building toward release. He varied his tempo too, keeping me guessing. His quick, then slow movements caused my eyes to roll back in my head.

“Fuck, Anna,” he whispered. “It feels so good.”

I rose onto an elbow and reached for him. He was so far away when I needed his mouth on mine. My fingertips settled on his cheek as he came to my desperate kiss.

The padded armrest was surprisingly comfortable, but also precarious. I had to squeeze my core and hold my balance when he sped up his rhythm. The slap of bare skin meeting bare skin punctuated the air in the room, sometimes drowned out by my gasps and moans.

I was close to coming, and it felt like Jamie was too. He hauled me up so I was sitting, and I hooked an arm behind his neck to hold on, folding my legs around his hips. Our blistering rhythm made the couch inch along the floor.

The orgasm seemed near, but suddenly it was right on me. I jerked his head to mine and crushed my lips to his. The spike of ecstasy ripped through my center, sending waves of bliss along my legs and up my back. Jamie slowed as I cried out, but he didn’t stop, and it made my orgasm last longer. Practically drew it out forever. I flinched and shuddered, fireworks of aftershock pleasure lighting me up.

“Fuck,” he said through clenched teeth. His thrusts went wild and erratic, and the muscles in his chest tensed. He started his end just as I came down from mine.

Warmth rolled through my bloodstream as I felt the pulses deep inside me and listened to his long moan. He stilled, took in a recovering breath, and nestled his mouth against the side of my neck, delivering new shudders.

“That was fun,” he said between two short pants. “Let’s do that again.”

“Okay.” I was in total agreement with this plan. “Lunch first? You said you were hungry.”

“Forget it. I can always eat tomorrow.”

I pulled back so I could look at him. “Tomorrow?”

He feigned seriousness. “I’d like to fuck you all over this house, and we’re on a timetable, here. We had breakfast. Do we really need food again today?”

I laughed and played along. “All right. Where—”

“The king-sized bed is next.”

My grin had to be huge. “Well, let’s get to it, then.”

EIGHT

Jamie

Anna and I barely left the bed the rest of the day. After a second round, she thought I was out of commission—but I found her vibrator, and we had fun with that.

Eventually, we got up and ate a late lunch. We sat at the table eating our pasta with stupid grins on our faces. How the fuck did I get this lucky? I stared at her like a lovestruck teenager, and maybe it was true.

It was entirely possible I was in love with her, and had been for several months.

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