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The look on his face is almost boyish. He likes trying new things, finding new ways to have his way with me, Jake, and his love of games and spicing things up. I want this; I want anything he does to me repeatedly. I’ll never tire of the endless ways he makes every time seem new and exciting.
His hands brush my face as he pulls the blindfold over my hair, covering my eyes and sinking a long, slow passionate kiss on my mouth. It’s a gentle, perfect melding of two into one, his tongue exploring mine, a reassuring ‘I love you, and I want you to trust me’ sort of kiss.
I can only wriggle my arms but can’t move them from side to side, up or down. I’m completely his, and the sensation sends hot thrills through every cell in my body.
He traces his tongue down my body again, slowly teasing and nibbling me, making me arch and writhe involuntarily. I moan softly as he maneuvers me into submission, and then he tugs my legs apart swiftly, making me gasp under my breath. His hands slide down my inner thighs, his hot skin sending electric jolts across my stomach. He ties my ankle straps down low, the strain of the cuffs putting light pressure on my calves.
I’m spread open, unable to move, completely exposed, and unable to see. I flinch as I feel his weight leave the bed with a small creak of the mattress, hyperaware of all sensations and sounds.
I stay still and quiet, waiting now that he’s no longer touching any part of my body. The inability to see has heightened all my other senses dramatically. I jerk and yelp when a warm hand touches my inner thigh, then giggle in reaction and hear him stifle a soft laugh.
A warm mouth follows, causing me to arch my back from the bed in response; it feels completely different and far too good. Held captive, completely at his mercy, and unable to predict his movements, every single touch is heightened to an intoxicating degree. I’m vulnerable with no control in any way, but I like it. It’s exhilarating because I trust him and know I am safe, even tied down and exposed. Old Emma would have died like this.
He slowly unties the straps of my bikini bottoms. I lift my hips a bit so he can pull them free, sliding them away. His knees are pressing into the bed at each side of my hips, so I guess he’s straddling me, but nothing else touches me.
I’m fully naked and utterly his to do with as he pleases. Soft lips graze my cleavage, and I jump again, laughing impulsively, my nerves on high alert. My breasts are still held in my bikini top as his warm fingers trace the thin straps up to my neck, sliding behind to pull them free. The bow unravels, and the soft damp ties are pulled out from behind me easily. A hot firm hand slides under my back, and I arch upwards, allowing the removal of the other ties, inhaling slowly and deeply when the bikini is pulled away completely. This slow act he has going on builds up the tension inside of me, taking my anticipation to feverish levels.
His warm breath hovers over my abdomen, his weight shifting down the bed as he moves. I keep tilting to figure out what he’s doing, but I’ve never felt so alert and anticipating every touch. His lips graze my skin, and again, I tense abruptly, then relax to the small gentle kisses and licks. His mouth moves to the apex of my thighs; he hovers, blowing gently, sending a thousand sparks through me before his warm sensual tongue probes me deeply. I moan aloud, writhing and tugging against my constraints as I respond.
He continues expertly licking and toying with me. I can’t bring my legs or knees closer, so I’m wide open to him, unable to stop anything he is doing, making it all the more erotic. This is a new level of sex for us, a level I didn’t know we could reach because what we have already done so far has blown my mind.
As the pleasure intensifies, I groan and arch my back again, his mouth doing things to my clitoris that makes my body shudder and writhe in ecstasy. His tongue's wet, hot softness enters me repeatedly, teasing, sucking, probing. Gentle, pleasurable jolts shoot through me, bringing me to the brink; his breath on my most private part is so achingly good. I bite my lip hard, groaning from deep down while experiencing the build of internal heat, unable to stop my body from moving around. There’s warm wetness, showing him how much he’s turning me on, making me open up, and I throb for him, begging to be devoured.
I strain in my cuffs, savoring the feel of the pressure around my wrists and ankles, the harsh rasp against my skin as I tug again, and the cuffs pull against me. The sensation is such a contrast to what he’s doing. It only adds to the effect, the harshness and biting ache of being held prisoner juxtaposed with the sensual softness and deep pleasure as though he’s serving me. There’s something so highly sexual about surrendering myself to him this way, letting him fully possess my body, and being unable to stop him. As someone who’s always had to have control in life, never willing to drop her guard, I’m completely helpless to the lure of being his captive. It’s a fantasy I never imagined I would like, but it seems exactly what I want and need. I can truly let go.
The heat inside me intensifies, and the waves of euphoria begin climbing higher. Whatever he’s doing, combined with being restrained, is certainly talking to my inner goddess, and I’m unraveling effortlessly. I’m climaxing quickly. His fingers trace my curves as he flicks and sucks at my core and pushes me beyond the brink. I cum seconds later, crying out in thunderous glory, unable to tense and pull my legs in, yet it only makes it even more mind-blowing. He doesn’t stop as I cry out, his tongue pushing in for a final assault, his hands on my hips, yanking me down to force me further to him, which causes an almost instant second explosion of ecstasy. I groan out wildly as I convulse more harshly. This time stars go off in my darkened vision, and combined with the internal explosions, a rush of moisture runs down my inner thighs, soaking the sheets beneath me as I pant and grind myself into him.
“Seems like I’m doing something right.” His husky, lust-laden voice finally warms my ear, his large body covering me as the waves slowly subside, leaving me on fire and high alert. My body reacts to his warm, smooth skin, desire already coursing through me again, despite two orgasms. His lips graze my neck, his hands on my breasts, stroking, teasing, exploring me. His fingertips tug at my erect nipples, and it causes me to strain at my confines in reaction, but I’m held taught, still his willing captive. A crazily hot, electrifying sensation courses through me once more as my body cries out for more of this kind of lovemaking.
He pushes against me, still wearing his swim shorts, damp with seawater and cold against my overheated skin; it’s so sensual that sparks fly in every direction, a jolt like a thunderbolt. I push against him, savoring the feeling; the inner ache for his body to join with mine overpowers me so that I’m almost delirious with aching.
I’m still blinded by the mask over my eyes and can only anticipate his movements by sound and touch, which heightens everything inside of me to the point I’m panting helplessly.
“Who knew my cute little Emma was such a freak in the bedroom?” His husky voice is hoarse and low, sexily arousing against my neck as he slides against me, his lips meeting mine, his tongue slowly opening my mouth and sliding inside. I can taste my completion on his tongue, which makes me groan, aroused by something so primal, dirty, yet satisfying.
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