my jeans as I eyed her up.
Her blindfold was a snug fit, thick pink satin covered in black lace. She was true to her word, she really did want anonymous. I closed the distance between us, dropping to my knees behind her and she gasped. I took her hands from behind her head and lowered them to her sides. She shivered as my fingers grazed her shoulders, tracing gentle patterns down her arms as my lips tickled the shell of her ear. Her hair smelled of apples and vanilla, wild red curls dancing like fire around her shoulders. Slowly, she calmed, her hands reaching back for me, coming to rest on my thighs.
“That’s it, dirty girl,” I whispered, teasing down the straps of her nightdress. “You’re gorgeous, Gemma.”
She shivered again as I slipped my fingers inside the cups of her nightdress, soft flesh submitting to my hungry fingers. Her nipples were hard little bullets. She moaned as I gently squeezed them, pressing back against me, her head resting against my shoulder.
“Good girl.” I gripped harder, kneading her tits in my hands as she squirmed.
“Yes.”
She sucked in her breath as my hands travelled down her stomach, then shifted her thighs further apart, arching her back as I skimmed a finger over her panties. “Please...”
“All in good time...” My tongue traced her ear, teeth nipping ever so softly, and she was putty in my hands, writhing against my chest as my fingers teased her clammy thighs. “I’m going to fuck you, Gemma.”
“Yes...”
I hovered at the edge of her knickers until she was panting, her skin goose-pimpled to the touch. Then I moved, skirting around to the front of her and pulling her forward until her knees were touching mine. I pulled at the ribbon at her chest, freeing her tits for my pleasure. They were even more fucking gorgeous than I expected, pale brown nipples so pretty against freckled white skin. Her tits bounced against her ribs, low but perky, perfect toys for prying fingers.
Her hands reached out, sweeping over my shoulders and down the hard ridges of my chest, her mouth hanging open. She traced the edges of tattoos she’d never see... never know existed.
“Fuck, Jason, you’re really not so cuddly...”
“No.”
“I still think you’re blonde, though.” She reached up, dithering in mid-air until I took her hands in mine and guided her to my face. I kissed her fingertips before they landed, enjoying the smile that crept across her lips as she traced the outline of my jaw. She ran her thumb across my mouth to find I was smiling, too. “This is so weird.”
“Good weird?”
“Definitely.” She found the messy strands of my fringe, brushing them back from my face. “You weren’t lying about this, either. It’s long.”
“It’s overdue a cut. I’ll get it done for next time.”
She shook her head. “Don’t. I like it.”
I stared at the beautiful wild girl in front of me; the spiral of curls around her shoulders, her bouncy tits, her gentle smile. She was perfectly imperfect, unaltered by surgery or Photoshop or inch-thick make-up. Beautiful and raw and real. So real. I took her face in my hands, grazing her lips with mine until she opened her mouth for me. Months of pent-up lust spilled free, tongues tangling in a dance of pure fucking want. Her fingers shot to my belt, prising my jeans open. She groaned into my mouth as my cock sprang free, pressing against the soft, warm flesh of her belly.
“Not quite a twelve-incher...” I teased.
“I’ll certainly fucking feel it.”
“Yes, you will.”
I was lost in my dirty girl, lost in her hungry, wet mouth, and her gorgeous big tits, her needy little hands all over me. I guided her backwards, covering her body with mine as she wrapped me in milk-white limbs. Slowly, I made my way down, stopping to suck on perky nipples, loving the way she moaned for me. She felt so good, melting to my ridges like she was created to fit. I groaned as I reached my destination. She was so wet, pale satin clinging to her folds like a second skin. I coaxed the fabric to the side, breath ragged in my throat at the full sight of her. She was shaven, just the faintest ladder of red climbing up towards her belly. Her pussy was so much bigger than the women I’d been with before — her hungry slit decorated with big, ripe lips. I could bury my whole fucking face in her juicy pussy and