Page 68 of Love is Blind

“No.”

He rolls on top of me and I spread my legs, giving him room as his mouth moves to my other breast. He’s all about equal opportunity—another plus. Little shocks of desire ignite in my belly and I start to wonder if we’ll ever stop fucking.

The blow job I gave him was the opening ceremony to the sex Olympics. He reciprocated by going down on me…twice. The first time I was still sitting on the foot of the bed. He got down on his knees and ate me through my panties. Then he ripped them off after I came and laid down on the bed. He pulled me on top of him and told me to ride his face. I wasn’t about to argue. Ghost had a skillful tongue and my clit was its number one fan. But back to back orgasms will leave your body feeling like Jell-O and I became a puddle of limbs. That’s when Ghost took me into the bathroom and set me up with a hot shower. He said it would help my muscles, but he didn’t give the water a chance to work its magic. He pressed my back against the cool tiles, lifted my leg and wound it around his waist before shoving two fingers inside of me. The exhaustion fled my body and tension began to mount as he finger-fucked me to my third orgasm. I almost came a fourth time when he pulled his fingers out of me and licked them clean.

He’s a savage like that.

After that we trekked it back to his bed only to find Lucy had taken purchase there. Ghost called her a cock block and carried her back to the corner. Then he laid me on the bed and positioned himself between my legs. I didn’t think I could physically take another orgasm, but he took it slow, paying a lot of attention to my tits. He wrote beautiful love letters in my flesh, his beard leaving a trail of red marks from my neck down to my pussy. I was so wet that by the time I felt his cock nudge its way inside of me, I took his entire length in one thrust.

I guess he’s not the only savage.

I close my eyes at the memory, and he releases my nipple. His big palm slides over my breast and he gives it a squeeze. Desire pools between my legs and I spread them even wider. The insides of my thighs cry out in pain, but I ignore it.

One more time won’t kill me.

He bends his head, touching his lips to my neck and I can feel him smile against my skin.

“You were saying…”

“I don’t remember saying anything.”

“Something about a rabbi and a priest,” he murmurs, sliding his hand from my breast to my belly.

“Yeah, I don’t think we should be talking about men of the cloth when your fingers are so close to my pussy.”

“Why not?” he taunts, his finger sliding through my wet folds. “God, you’re like a fucking well, always so wet for my cock.”

“That’s why,” I croak, and he chuckles.

The sound startles me.

It’s so carefree.

So peaceful and unexpected.

My arms wind around his neck, holding him still and I whisper, “I like that.”

“My fingers inside your tight little cunt? Yeah, I like it too.”

“No,” I say softly. “The sound of your laugh. You don’t do that often, do you?”

He lifts his head from my neck, and I feel the course hairs of his beard tickle my chin.

“No, I don’t.”

Swallowing, I lift my head off the pillow and pull his lips down to mine. A groan rumbles from the back of his throat as my tongue slides over his. He still tastes like me and that sets me off. I arch my hips, urging him to move his fingers inside of me, but instead, he pulls them out altogether. I’m about to tear my mouth away from his and protest, when I feel his cock fill me.

Holding the back of his head, I wind my legs around his waist. He fucks me slowly, to a rhythm that’s all our own and forged from a spark. We come at the same exact time, both of us sweaty and panting each other’s name.

A total cliché and the stuff romantic movies are made of.

But a perfect ending to a very tumultuous first date.

~*~

Yawning,I throw my leg over Ghost’s.

“What time is it?”

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