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blindfold.”
I smiled even though he couldn’t see it. After coating my finger with lube, I positioned myself between his thighs and gripped his cock with my other hand.
Before I took him in my mouth, I gave him another command. “Remove the blindfold.”
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My hands were shaking as I fumbled around with the scarf to yank it over my head. As I pulled and tugged, it got caught on my hair and I grew increasingly frustrated because I wanted to see Stellan.
Having his hands, tongue, and whatever else he was using, on my body while I couldn’t see was the most sensual thing I’d ever experienced. It was like the opening act—a slight tease—but I was ready for the main event. I wanted to see him and what he was doing to me, and I wanted to come while he was inside me.
When I felt the warm heat of his mouth envelop my cock, I gripped the scarf firmly in my hands and tore it off with a sound that would rival a war cry. But my victory was short-lived when I felt his lubed finger brush against my sensitive pucker. I was too far gone to be nervous. His skilled tongue was lapping at my cock like it was his last meal while his hand slowly gripped the rest of my length, so when his finger finally breached my hole, I barely noticed.
All I felt was a slight sting at the intrusion, and when his gorgeous eyes looked up at me as my cock disappeared between his lips, I nearly came right there. My eyes resumed their favorite position, rolled back into my head, as his finger brushed against my prostate, and a deep moan tore from my chest. Holy fuck, already Stellan was proving to be a skilled lover, and we still had to get through the grand finale.
Another finger joined the first, and he continued to milk my cock with his mouth as he worked on stretching me open for him. My body writhed against the bed as I white-knuckled the comforter, and my hips moved on their own accord as I fucked his mouth. I was close. So fucking close. Stellan was bringing me dangerously close to the edge, and I was seconds away from falling.
Pulling off my dick with a pop, he sat back on his haunches and grabbed the condom. I forced my eyes back down to watch as he rolled the rubber on his generous length, and that’s when fear started to take over.
“Relax. Your body was made to take me, you’ll see. I won’t hurt you,” he promised.
“I know you won’t.”
Stellan snatched up the lube to add more to his length, and then he positioned himself at my entrance. My stomach fluttered as I waited for him to push in, and I braced myself for the inevitable pain I was certain would come.
“Are you ready?” he asked, and the gruffness of his voice told me he was just as on edge as I was.
I nodded, unable to speak. But he didn’t move. After clearing my throat, I tried again. “I’m more than ready.”
Satisfied by my answer, he grunted and pushed his hips forward. I bit down on my lip and bore down as he finally entered me. He was so much larger than his fingers, and the fullness was something I’d never experienced before.
“Are you okay?” he asked again. His voice was tight and strained, and it was obvious he was holding himself back from taking me the way he wanted.
“Keep going. I can take it,” I promised him.
He continued to press in, and the sting I felt from his fingers didn’t compare to how it felt having his dick inside me, but finally he pushed past that tight ring of muscle. He leaned over me, his hair caressing my face as he placed his lips against mine. The kiss was deep and hungry, and I felt my body relax into the bed. The stinging lessened until it was replaced by a fullness and completeness I’d never felt before.
Then…finally he began to move.
His lips stayed against mine as he rocked his hips. His dick slid in and out of me and occasionally, hit that sensitive bundle of nerves. He swallowed every one of my moans until I had to rip my mouth away.
“Fuck me,” I practically screamed when he hit that spot again.
“I am,” he grunted and picked up the pace.
“Then do it harder,” I demanded, wanting to still feel him the next day.
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