The feel of her surrounding him brought immense gratification, and he likened the yearning to fuck her, like a fierce, dominant animal proving he was worthy of her pleasure. He sank into her, slowly thrusting in and out, and just like that, her pussy gripped him as she screamed her pleasure. The first wave of her orgasm nearly brought him to his own, and he found himself gritting his teeth, hoping to hold off. He wanted to bring her to another climax with his dick buried deep within her.
He bent and took her lips, then slid his tongue into her mouth and tangled it with her own. He growled as she sucked on it, and he began thrusting harder, wanting to feel her clamp around him once more. He felt her submissiveness in the laxness of her muscles, yet she still ground her pussy against him as she met him thrust for thrust.
He broke the kiss, moved his lips to her neck, and nipped at her flesh. He licked at her skin, tasting her. She moaned loudly, and every muscle in her body seemed to grow taut as she tightened around him, once again screaming his name helplessly.
Then he was there, right along with her, his seed a scalding wash of pleasure as it ripped through his cock. He shouted her name, lost in the passion she wrung from him.
The mind-blowing gratification assured him he was completely right in thinking he'd never let her go.
He lifted himself from her and was shocked to see the blindfold in her right hand. The binding apparently loosened during their bout of decadence, and he couldn't read the expression on her face.
His heart seemed to tighten, and once again, he was faced with not knowing how this surprising twist would play out.
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Chapter Seven
What possessed her to remove the blindfold from her eyes once she'd felt the slackness of rope around her wrist? Maybe it was because she'd wanted to see him, as he got lost inside her. It had been an act of impulse, one she hadn't thought out.
Regret filled her, because at this moment, she couldn't read him, couldn't guess at what he was thinking as he left the bed, picked up his pants, and entered the bathroom. A minute later, he returned with a wet towel in his hand. She found it endearing and embarrassing that he used it to clean her, then discarded it in the bathroom once more.
He returned and, without one word, finished untying her. She froze, not knowing what to do, and wished she'd left the blindfold in place. She reached for the blanket and covered herself. He sat down, gathered her wrists into his hands, and rubbed them. The gesture both surprised and confused her. What in the hell was he thinking?
She rose to a sitting position. “I'm sorry."
He held her hands in his. “For what?"
"I shouldn't have removed the blindfold. I had agreed to leave it in place."
He shook his head. “If you hadn't removed it, I would have done so. I have to admit, Ariel, the day you walked into my office, I knew I had to be the one who gave you your fantasy. There is an undeniably strong attraction between us, and I couldn't see you in the arms of another man. I hope you don't mind I chose to be the one."
"Mind? Truthfully, I'd woken up in what I think was the middle of your conversation with Sean. I knew from the very beginning it was you, and I've been thinking about you from the first day we met as well."
He lifted a finger and stroked the side of her face. “You've surprised me.” He smiled. “Not too many people have caught me unaware.” He leaned closer to her.
"A lovely surprise, I presume?” she murmured.
"A very lovely surprise,” he repeated before taking her in a heated kiss. She moaned, lifted her arms, and clutched his shoulder as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. The kiss turned aggressive, and she melted under his touch. The pleasure was fiery and weakened her muscles. Her hands clenched tighter on his shoulders as he pulled, then rubbed at her nipples. She felt her vagina slicken with her cream, and she desperately wanted to feel him fuck her again.
But for the second time since she'd met him, John pulled back from the kiss, and it left her unbalanced, sexually frustrated as well as curious. Why in the hell had he pulled away?
John rose from the bed and picked up his pants. “I think it's time I drove you home."
John pulled the car in front of her home. She hadn't expected this. Then again, the whole night had been filled with surprises. She wanted to see him again, wanted to explore what this was between them. But she was too afraid to ask for fear of his response. They were bound by the terms of the contract they'd both signed, and she didn't want to put him in an uncomfortable position.
She stifled a frustrated sigh and reached for the handle on the car door.
John reached out to her and wrapped his hand around her arm, preventing her from escaping. “Wait,” he murmured. “Have dinner with me tomorrow at my place."