Chapter 9
Parker
When did her shirt come off? Fuck, I don’t even care. She’s undoing my buttons, and I’m cursing myself for ever choosing to wear a button-down shirt on this date. As soon as my arms are free of my sleeves, they’re around her. My hands are all over her. Plus, I’m a bit disappointed that her leggings are still covering that ass.
I feel her fingers on my bare chest, and I have to stop myself from shivering in anticipation. Her hands are adept, her touch perfectly aimed to throw me into a frenzy. Although, I exercise some self-control. My mouth is still on hers as she steps back through the living room, and I step forward with her.
The hallway is dark, but she knows where we’re going. I don’t know why we didn’t stop on the couch a few steps back. I’m sure I’ll find out soon enough. All I really want is for this night never to end. There’s so much I want to do to her and so little time to do it. If only I could freeze time and do it all.
She pulls me into a room midway down the hall and turns on the light. It’s her bedroom, of course. Her mouth disconnects from mine, and I watch her walk over to the bed, switching to a hop as she pulls off her leggings. Her panties are black lace. I can’t wait to rip them off and taste the juices underneath.
I’m not sure what her plan is here, yet I let her take the lead. It is our first date, after all. She curls her finger at me. I’m glad to obey the direction, moving toward her without trying to seem too eager. She stands by the bed as I come closer, then gestures for me to sit. A part of me can’t believe we’ve gotten to this point without saying anything.
I’m standing right next to her, and she leans over to reach into a drawer for her bedside table. She’s in such a great position for me to grab her hips and go deep. It occurs to me that she already has something in mind, though. When I see her straighten up with a band of fabric in her hands, I have an idea of what that might be.
It’s taking every ounce of my strength not to run my hands up her torso and caress those beautiful perky breasts that have been exposed too long without me touching them. Tess wraps that band of fabric around my head, and I can’t see them anymore.
“What are you…” I try to ask.
She puts a finger to my lips.
“Shhhh.” Her voice is so soft. “Just let yourself feel what’s happening. Let your other senses take over.”
I do as she says, reaching out to the sound of her voice. Her fingers connect with mine, and her lips are on mine again. It feels different. Everything is more intense. Her fingers run down my neck and onto my chest. Her mouth moves with them. I reach out my other hand to connect to her and close it over her breast when I successfully find what I seek in the dark.
She lets out a tiny sound, and I feel her lips stop on my chest as her hand lets go of mine. I don’t waste any time moving my other hand lower to where I know those panties cover that already soaked pussy. She lets out another sound and moves her lips back up to my neck.
“Do it,” she whispers in my ear.
Her mouth closes over my earlobe and sucks as my hand moves under her panties. Two fingers slide inside her wet channel. She moans against my ear and kisses my neck again, nuzzling against me. I stroke her slowly, taking my time to feel every fold of her wet skin. When I get to that apex, the small bundle of nerves at the top of her pussy, I hear her breathing get faster.
That’s when I let loose. I add a third finger and start pumping into her. She brushes her teeth against my shoulder and moans into my skin. I don’t forget that my other hand is on her tit and I move my fingers to concentrate the pressure on her nipple. Her head tilts back at that, crying out.
I pump harder, faster, stopping every few seconds to run circles with a wet finger around her clit. We’re standing, but I know my ass is against the bed. It feels like she opens herself further to me and braces herself with her knees on the bed on either side of my hips. I feel her come all over me, and I don’t stop.
I revel in her orgasm, stroking her slowly as she rides my hand until she’s finished. She leans forward and kisses me then. I pull my fingers out of her and feel her knees rest as she straddles me completely. All that separates us now is my jeans and this damn blindfold. She moves her lips down my neck again, and I feel her hands at my waistband.
Both of my hands fall, and I rest them on the bed behind me. She gets my belt and buttons undone and when my pants fall, I kick them off, my boxer briefs with them. Naked in front of her, I feel her hand on my thigh. She’s drawing this out. I’m impressed.
Her lips move down my chest, and they don’t stop. Her hair grazes my bare chest and continues lower until I know she is kneeling in front of me, her head right at the level of my dick. My hardness fills her palm, and she wraps her digits around it. She strokes and then guides me into her mouth. I’ve never done this blindfolded before.
She moves her hand on me with her mouth, running her tongue along the head of my dick while she does. My hands are in her hair next and it’s like that spurs her on. I can’t see how she’s moving, but I can tell she knows what she’s doing. She moves faster and faster, working her tongue, using one hand to stroke and the other to brace herself by holding my hip.
The tips of her fingers dig into the skin at my side. I’m about to come, and I feel like it’s happening too fast. I hope this is only the beginning of this part of our night. My orgasm takes over me in waves. She swallows down every drop, sucking harder while I come. When it’s over, she kisses my thigh and moves her hand up my hip, my torso, my neck.
Tess straddles me and takes off the blindfold. The room is still pretty dim, but I don’t remember her turning on any lights. That doesn’t really matter though. All that matters is Tess straddled in my lap, still wet for me. She takes my face in her hands.
“Now it’s your turn to play.”
Tess stands up and crosses the room. When she comes back, she has a small chest in her hands. She places it on the bed and opens it up. Inside is an assortment of toys, several of which I haven’t ever seen before. I decide to go with what I know, or at least what I’ve seen before.
I move the little chest to the floor and hold up the pair of handcuffs I’d chosen. Well, one of the items I’d chosen. Tess smiles at me and scoots herself up to the pillows at the head of the bed. She raises her hands up above her head and crosses one wrist over the other. I go over to her and fasten the handcuffs around one wrist, then the railing of the bedframe, then the other wrist.
This delectable creature in front of me is now mine to devour. And I plan to savor every single taste. I kiss her, but I don’t linger. My lips travel to her neck, her shoulder, and then that nipple that I’d rolled between my fingers moments ago. I suck and then flick my tongue across it. She starts squirming, and I know my desires are about to be met.
That’s when I take the other item I’d chosen from Tess’s little treasure box, a small bullet vibrator. I turn it on and start to rub it against the inside of her pussy lips. She starts to arch her back, a moan escaping her lips. I suck her nipple harder and move the vibrator to her clit. I can tell she’s about to come again, but I’m not letting her go just yet.
My mouth leaves her breast, traveling down her stomach, down further to her thigh. I take one of her legs in my hand and lift it up, using the vibrator on her clit with my other hand. Then I taste her. My tongue thrusts into her, moving around the walls of her pussy. I feel her getting wetter, and I work my mouth on her further.
I turn off the vibrator and set it aside, replacing it with my thumb, thrusting my tongue into her as far as I can go. She’s moaning louder now, her back arching as I taste her orgasm, but once again, I don’t stop there. I suck her clit as she comes and put my fingers inside her again.
My tongue moves with my fingers, sucking her clit at the end of each orgasm. She keeps coming, and I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon. I’m hard all over again as I look up and watch her squirm against the cuffs.
“Please let me out of these things. I want you,” she says between gasps.
I don’t stop pumping my fingers into her when I lift my head slightly.
“Not yet. I’m not done with you.”
She moans loud as my mouth closes over her clit. When she starts to come again, I turn on the bullet and use it on her with one hand while I pump into her with the other. Her moan is loud enough to be considered a scream now. I kiss her thigh as the orgasm finishes, stroking her slowly through it and turning off the vibrator.
“Yeah, I want to be inside you too, but I’m enjoying this part too much right now,” I admit.
She’s breathing slower now. I know I can change that. Without missing a beat, my mouth is on her breast, and I’m still stroking her center gently.
“Oh, I’m certain I can make this little kitten purr again in record time,” I coax.