"And what will you be doing?"
He laughs. "For tonight, nothing I wouldn't normally do while you can see. I thought this might be a step toward other things."
I think about putting on the blindfold, and it doesn't seem scary, it seems exciting. Especially given what he told me he was going to do this afternoon. "Yeah, I can do that."
He kisses me again. "I promise you'll like it."
"I think I will."
Handing me the papers, he says, "This is the other thing. Not nearly as sexy. They’re my test results." I recognize these from my own. My own are older, but I haven't slept with anybody but him in a long time. "I was hoping—"
"No condom?"
"Yeah."
The thought of him being inside me, really inside me, makes me suddenly wet, as wet as I've been all day, with the exception of the past couple hours. "I want that," I say. "Yes."
He sweeps the papers onto the floor and pushes me back onto the bed, capturing my mouth with his own. He doesn't have to tell me how excited this makes him, because I can feel how hard he is against my stomach. And I want it too. As he kisses me, I begin to fall into that place where I don't have to think about anything, and I feel blissfully free. My face is cradled in Peter's hands, the mask soft on my skin where he's holding it.
When he finally pulls away, I'm melted, ready and content. Peter slips the mask on over my eyes, and for a second, I feel panic that I can't see him, but I can still feel him, and his kiss feels entirely different when I'm not able to just open my eyes. It feels delicious. Expansive. "Is that comfortable?"
"Yeah," I say. "It's really soft."
"Good."
His mouth is on my shoulder, and I jump in surprise. He laughs. "I made you wait all day, so you can come whenever you want. As much as you want."
Anticipation rolls through me in a wave. "Okay."
And then I can't speak anymore because he's using his mouth and tongue to paint lines on me. Across my collarbone and shoulders and around my breasts, not touching my nipples until the last second so I moan with need. I never know where he's going to touch next and it makes me feel like every nerve is a live wire waiting to be shocked. He's moving so slowly it's excruciating. The way he's sucking on my skin and tracing with his tongue, it feels like hours for him to travel across my stomach and tease around my belly button. And when he reaches my mound, I think he stops completely.
He teases my thighs and the crease that leads to where I want him, but even when I raise my hips closer to his mouth, he just pushes them down and continues on his wandering journey. And he can, because I let him, because I said that it's his choice. I shiver and savor the sudden vulnerability. There's no other place where I get to feel this, the sensation of being free and light and complete. It's perfect.
It starts with his tongue. Barely a flick on the tip of my clit, and even that is enough to make me moan. The pleasure shoots inward and settles in my gut. Every tiny touch gives me more. Then his lips with fluttering kisses on my skin. On my entrance. Right next to my clit.
"Peter," I say, "you're teasing me."
"Yes, I am."
"Why?"
I can feel his smile. "Because I can."
God damn it that shouldn't be as sexy as it is, but it turns me on more, if that's even possible. He goes back to his teasing, with every round of it adding a little more of his tongue and his lips so that the pleasure is building, but never enough to send me over. I reach for him, try to guide him closer and deeper but he just chuckles and moves my hands aside. "The system, Amber. If I want you to guide me, I'll let you. Right now, this is mine." I grab my comforter instead, fisting my hands in it. I grit my teeth because the pleasure is too much and not enough and it's so good. He's not just flicking my clit with his tongue now, it's long, broad strokes across my slickness. He's slipping it inside my pussy to taste me, and then drawing is across everything before circling my clit again and again. He makes me think that he's going to stay there, that he's going to let me go over when he moves.
I practically scream, but I'm too lost in the pleasure to know if I actually do. I want to see his face buried in between my legs but I can't, and I have the urge to rip the blindfold off, but I don't. It's his choice. His choice.
Just repeating those words in my head lets me get control. It's not me, it's him. Not me. Not me.
The overwhelming need to come recedes, and I sigh, relaxing into the feel of his tongue on me, of the way he sucks me deep into his mouth. "That was very good," he says. "I'm proud of you."
"Thanks," I say.
And then he slips two fingers into me, and I shatter into pleasure. I do scream now, body taken off-guard by the sudden thrust and I'm flying. His mouth is sealed over my clit and he fucks me with his hand while I'm soaring on wave after wave of pleasure. All the teasing today has broken open and is working its way through me and out, until the waves spit me out, limp and wrecked on the shore of the orgasm. Peter's fingers work my G-spot, and my muscles jump and flutter, still sending pleasure in fits and sparks while I heave in breaths. His mouth is over me, lapping up every little bit of my cum just like he promised. I love it.
"You're gorgeous when you come," he says, licking over me again slowly, emphasizing his point. "Are you still sore?"
"Yes," I say, honestly, "but I don't care." I'll be damned if he's not inside me tonight.
Strong hands grab my hips and flip me over on the bed and lift my ass. I like the way he spreads me open, smooths his hands over me like he's inspecting and measuring. And I jump when his fingers touch my ass. "On those days when you're not allowed to come," he says, "I might want to fuck you here."
My pussy clenches down, and I'm wet again, because the way he says it is so confident, so sure that I'll love it and that he'll love it, that I want it. I can't help the moan that comes out of me, and the second one when his tongue is suddenly there in my ass, licking and sucking and making me want more. I didn't even know it could feel like that, let alone that I would want anyone to touch me there. But I can't even think about that now, because as soon as his mouth disappears, his cock is at the entrance to my pussy, hot and ready and bare and yessss.
Peter slips right in and doesn't stop until his balls are pressed right up against me. Giving me a second to adjust to him, I relax under his hands. They stroke down my back and up to my neck and I'm just...happy. I can't remember the last time in my life that everything was coming together like this. Even that idiot Clay can't bring me down, because we won, and as Peter pulls back and slams into me again, and again fucking me with brutal strength, I let myself surrender to the pleasure.
I reach back for him, and Peter takes my hands, holding them, not missing a beat in the rhythm. Pleasure is building fast and steadily, and I ask him to fuck me harder, and he does. He takes me and I take him, and I'm swimming through an ocean again. When lightning strikes, I feel split open, every part of me electrifies for a brief, perfect moment before it sizzles through me and leaves me breathless and gasping and feeling every movement he makes and the aftershocks of pleasure through my gut.