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“Please.”

One hand cups my breast, thumb teasing my nipple while two fingers gather my slick arousal before pushing inside me. I throw my head back with a sharp gasp that melts into a long moan. He works his fingers in and out, curling them in the right spot, his thumb rubbing my clit in tight circles.

The pressure’s building up fast. But then he withdraws his hand.

“Lie back.”

I scoot back on the bed and lie down. The mattress slumps, and I feel him move over me. His chest brushes mine, skin on skin. Feeling but not seeing him is both thrilling and terrifying, and I crave more.

He catches my wrists, pinning them to the bed above my head. I test his hold but can’t break free.

“Keep them here, or I’ll stop.”

A spike of adrenaline shoots through me. He kisses a hot trail down my throat, and I tilt my head back, lost in the sensation. This isn’t how I imagined my first time would be. Blindfolded, somehow restrained, and my body on fire.

“Will you let me taste you?” His mouth closes over my nipple, sucking hard.

I lick my lips, nodding.

This is the man I’ve dreamt about for so long. And now he’s here, touching me, making me moan with delight… I’ve never felt this way before.

I feel his breath on my inner thigh, then the brush of his lips. He kisses a path higher and higher until he reaches the apex of my thighs, and then his tongue finds my center, hot and wet. He licks slowly at first, then builds a rhythm, flicking and swirling.

I fist my hands in the sheets, trying to keep them there while writhing under the onslaught of sensation. It’s almost too much, but I don’t want it to stop.

Chris sinks a finger inside me, crooking it, searching. A moan escapes me as he discovers a spot that fires up my insides like a volcano.

“Fuck, you’re responsive.” His voice is rough. “You like that, don’t you?” He puts pressure on it while sucking on my clit.

The dual sensation rocks through me, intensifying. My whole body starts to tense. I’m so close, but at the same time, it feels like my orgasm is a million miles away. I must be doing something wrong.

He knows how to touch and which buttons to press. Will it be enough? I’ve never been able to relieve myself before, and the thought—

“Don’t overthink it. Just feel. Let yourself fall as I touch you, taste you. Focus on how good it makes you feel.”

His tongue swirls over my clit in slow, languid strokes, and I take a deep breath concentrating on him. His touch, the wet sounds...

“That’s it, just like that,” he says. “You’re so fucking wet for me. I could do thisall night.”

A desperate noise falls from my lips at his words, my thighs tensing around his head. He chuckles darkly, and the vibrations send delicious tingles through my core.

“Please.” More, faster, harder. I just need something before I completely lose my mind.

He seems to understand, sliding two long fingers inside me as his lips seal around my clit and suck. I cry out, my back arching off the bed.

“Chris, oh god, I can’t. It’s too much. Please, stop.”

“Yes, you can.” He doesn’t stop. “You’re going to come for me. Understood?”

I shake my head. What if I can’t?

“Let go.” On the last word he crooks his fingers, finding that sweet spot inside me again.

Chapter 2

Mary

Stars explode behind my eyelids, and electric waves curse through me. My hips buck uncontrollably, and my insides clench around his fingers. I’m lost in sensation, crying out wordlessly as he works me through—I guess, what I can call—my first real orgasm.

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