Page 430 of S is for SEX

He shut the door.

“Can you see anything?”

His voice was muffled from outside the closet. I blinked my eyes. It was darker than dark. I could not see a thing.

“No, nothing,” I responded.

“Nothing at all?” he asked.

“No sir,” I responded.

He opened the door.

“Get comfortable,” he said, and he shut the door.

As the door closed, I started thinking about the night he restrained me, blindfolded. I really didn’t want to go through that again. I sat on the floor, moved to the corner of the closet, and pulled my knees up to my chest.

Faintly, I heard Erik moving around on the other side of the door.

And the door opened.

Erik stood on the other side of the door, naked. He stepped into the closet, and shut the door behind him.

“Damn, it is dark as fuck in here, isn’t it?” he asked.

“Uh huh,” I responded.

“Take off your pajamas,” he said.

I pulled off my top and set it in the corner. I stood to a crouch and took off my pants.

I heard the clothes on the rack sliding to the side.

His hand touched my knee.

“Lay down,” he said.

I scooted across the floor until I could lay flat on the floor.

His hand felt along my body until it reached my breast. He began to lightly pinch my nipple between his finger and thumb. His other hand slid along my stomach toward my neck.

His lips met mine.

I felt his hard chest against me and his forearm against my shoulder. As he lightly squeezed my neck, he kissed me slowly and softly.

His mouth moved to my chin, his tongue softly touching my skin immediately after his lips made contact. His chest slid to my stomach. As his mouth encompassed my breast, his tongue circled my nipple. He sucked, and as he moaned lightly, his hands caressing my upper arms.

I began to moan.

“Shhhh,” he said.

“No talking, no noise,” he whispered.

As his tongue licked my other nipple, his hands slid down to my waist. His chest slipped down past my waist and onto my thighs as his mouth slid across my stomach. As he kissed my hips, I bit my lower lip to keep from moaning.

The intensity from being in the closet, the complete darkness, and not being allowed to speak or moan was becoming exciting to me. Not being able to see what he was doing was a different type of exciting. Watching Erik during sex was one thing that I enjoyed immensely. Seeing his tattooed body, his muscles, and his gorgeous face was enough in itself to bring me to climax.

But this.

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