Page 40 of Grounds for Love

Once he secures the tie over my eyes and plunges my world into darkness, it’s like everything else is amplified. The sound of him unzipping his pants and the slide of the fabric over his legs as they fall to the floor, the heat of his skin against mine as he climbs onto the bed, and the scent of his soap and the salty sea air from the ferry.

His lips touch the back of one leg and he kisses a trail to behind my knee. I gasp, not being prepared for the way it makes me tingle and spasm inside. His hands follow the path of his lips as he kisses my thighs.

“Shhh,” he says softly, and I don’t even realize I’ve been vocal.

I could cry out when he skips my ass altogether and moves to the small of my back where he licks and kisses up my spine. “Oh yes, Rod.”

“You like that, sweetheart?”

“Yes. More.” I can’t even get out a full sentence. I don’t care about anything but the next spot his lips are going to land. He sucks gently with some kisses and hard with others until I don’t think there’s anywhere on the back of my body that he’s not possessed. Marked. Loved.

I’m sweating and my heart is racing, but there’s nothing I can do to release the building pressure and being blindfolded only intensifies the feelings.

“Rod,” I whimper.

“Do you want the blindfold off?”

“No,” I say breathlessly.

“Do you want your hands freed?”

Again, I answer a quick, “No.”

He lowers his voice and asks, “Do you want my cock?”

I moan and cry out, “Yes. Yes. Now.”

“Ah, sweetheart. Don’t rush me. You’re my present, remember? And I love playing with my things. I love playing with your things even more.”

I moan again and thrash as much as I can when he takes an ass cheek in each hand and spreads me wide. I hold my breath, not knowing where this is going and I cry out when his tongue licks down my seam from rosebud to clit.

He maneuvers my body until I’m on my hands and knees, but then he presses on my upper back and lowers me until my cheek rests on the sheets. I can only imagine what I look like with my ass in the air. I don’t feel him touching me and I certainly can’t see him.

“That is a spectacular ass, sweetheart,” he says with reverence in his voice.

I want to tell him to ignore the cellulite, but jiggly fat is the last thing on my mind when the bed shakes and then the tip of his penis nudges my entrance. “Widen your legs for me, baby.”

I do and am rewarded when he pushes the tip in a few inches. I want to scream for him to get with it, but then he sinks in a few more inches. He’s big and the stretch is biting and makes me feel so full. I protest when he pulls out and scream when, in one powerful thrust, he’s hitting me deep. Deeper than he’s ever been and then he tilts his hips and thrusts again, hitting my G-spot perfectly. “More! Don’t stop. More.”

“Come for me, baby,” he demands.

I don’t know if it’s his words, or my reaction to his words, but an intense orgasm slams through me sprinkling stardust all around us. Rod slows as my inner muscles clamp down, gripping him tightly. Just as I begin to breathe again, his pace increases once more. I would argue I can’t do that again, but he’s proven many times that I can.

His thrusts become stronger and frantic. And then he pulls the blindfold off and flips me to my back. I squeal at the sudden movement, but then he’s sinking back inside of me.

“I need to see your eyes when I come.”

I wish I could touch him. It’s almost painful that I can’t. Thinking about seeing his face contort and tense while he thrusts, preparing to take his pleasure, is sending me once again on a ride to the top. He reaches between us and pinches my clit and I explode, screaming his name. His seed spurts and I can feel it hit my inner walls… and I think I may have orgasmed again.

“I love you, Jenni, so damn much.” he murmurs as he’s coming down.

For a brief moment, Rod collapses on top of me. I love the way his weight presses into me. But then he’s gone, my hands are free, and I’m being lifted.

“Come on, baby, shower and then sleep.”

My head lolls to rest on his shoulder. “I don’t think I can, Rod. I just want to sleep.”

“No problem. I’ll take care of it all.” He kisses the top of my head. “This was the best thank you gift I’ve ever gotten.”

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