Without thought, I reached down and pulled the blindfold off her face. I wanted to look into her eyes, a need I’d never felt before. I wanted to see all of her emotions as I thrust deep inside her. I wanted her to see what she did to me, how she made me feel. I picked up my pace as I stared into her eyes. Out of everything I had ever done with a woman, this was by far the most erotic. I never looked at their faces. But Emma was different. She made me feel like there was a sliver of hope, and I wanted to absorb every last drop I could take.
Lifting her bent legs, I pushed them against her chest with my hands and pounded my dick into her fast and hard, no longer registering her moans. She was causing every emotion I’d had buried deep down to resurface. I didn’t know how to handle it. It was fucking with my head, so I was going to fuck the feelings out of me with her watching all of it.
I lifted a hand up to her bra and pushed it over her tits, then leaned down and took a nipple in my mouth. I sucked and twirled my tongue around her pert nipple, and then moved to the other to do the same, never losing my rhythm.
Her pussy tightened, gripping me, begging for release. Thrusting hard into her, I ground my pelvis against her clit. She convulsed and pulsated around my cock as she came.
Her scream of release sounded far away, as my mind stayed focused on my cock, pounding into her relentlessly, holding back on my own release until I couldn’t any longer. Then I felt her fingers in my hair and I lost all sense of control. She gripped my hair and pushed my head down, urging me to take her nipple back into my mouth, and I did. I had no control over my actions. I sucked then bit down, as I was no longer able to hold back.
I released her nipple and groaned out as the pleasure and pain blended, causing a state of euphoria.
Resting my forehead on her chest, I took deep breaths to calm my beating heart. I felt light-headed and overcome with exhaustion. Sweat dripped down my body as if I’d just run a marathon and all I wanted to do was sleep.
Then I registered her fingers resting in my hair. I pulled back and looked into her sated eyes before glancing away. She’s not supposed to see me like this. Fuck me! I don’t want her to see all of me. I pulled out of her before I climbed off the bed to head to the bathroom in my room.
When I reached the door, I turned to look at her. Her arms were resting on the side of her body and her head was tilted to the side, in my direction. It terrified me that she could possibly see my scars. It was a feeling I’d never had. It almost made me feel ashamed. Weak. It pissed me off, but it was my own fault. I’d gotten carried away. She did something to me, made me lose my sense of caution.
“I’m going to go take a shower. I’ll be right back,” I told her as I quickly walked out of the room.
I needed to be away from her and collect my thoughts. I’d never lost control like that and it was definitely fucking with me.
I made my way into the bathroom and turned the water on in the shower before stepping inside.
I couldn’t let that happen again. It needed to be a one-time thing, but I knew it would take everything I had to stay away. She was going to be my kryptonite, and I wasn’t sure there was anything that could stop it.
Chapter 17
Emmalynn
I sat up as he was walking out of the room, watching his ass as he left. Oh, what a sight that was.
I couldn’t contain the smile that formed on my lips as I fell back on the bed and fixed the bra over my breasts. I winced as the material rubbed over the tender skin and looked down. My left nipple was red where he’d bitten me, leaving teeth marks in his wake. I lifted my hand and ran a fingertip over the raised flesh, remembering that last moment right before he came.
I bit my lip and held back my groan. That was the best sexual experience of my life and all I could think about was doing it again, but I wasn’t sure if he felt the same way. All my experiences with men had never been like this. I’d never expected him to remove the blindfold, either. When I finally blinked away the blurriness all I saw was perfection, and I couldn’t help but grab onto him. I wasn’t expecting to feel such a connection to him. It was almost like he was a part of me. It was beautiful and terrifying. I didn’t know what to think of it.
Sitting up, I swung my legs to hang off the bed as I looked over to the far wall. I could tell it led to a bathroom and decided I’d rinse off, if only to wash away the sex. I didn’t want to, but I knew I needed it. I could smell him on my skin, and I liked it too much. I never thought I was one of those girls who got attached after sex, but that whole experience had my mind in overdrive. I didn’t know what to think or how to feel. My emotions were all over the place, and I didn’t know how to deal with it.
Getting off the bed, I reached for the bag with my spare clothes that I’d haphazardly dropped to the floor when we entered the room and headed toward the bathroom. I found a towel, but there was no soap in the shower so I just rinsed off under the hot water and tried to figure out how all of this was going to affect me. Something I should have really thought about before I did it.