Page 43 of Blindsided
I might be inclined to be self-conscious under normal circumstances, but the smoldering look on his face makes me feel like the hottest woman in the world right now.
When his lips touch my sex, my thoughts go to a very strange place. You know that feeling when your mind is stuck in a dream but your body is trying to wake you up? It’s a delicious place that you don’t want to leave, but since your body is fighting it, you’re basically stuck in that strange space?
That’s what Mac going down on me feels like. Somewhere between a dream and reality, and I’m not sure which one I should commit to, considering this is the first time in my entire life I’ve ever had a man’s mouth down there.
Mac’s movement is a gentle, slow-motion kiss. He licks and teases and sucks and…is he making out with my vagina? This issonot Canadian cowboy of him.
He pulls back and slowly presses a finger inside me. I glance down to see him looking up at me. “Are you okay?”
My body tremors. “Okay?”
“Yeah, you doing good?” he asks, his lips slick with my arousal as he slowly pumps his finger in and out.
“I think so?” I say stupidly. “You tell me.”
He bites his lip, failing to hide his amused smile. “I think you’re doing fucking fantastic.” He gets a wicked look in his eyes and then inserts another finger, causing a really loud noise to come from somewhere deep inside of me.
“It’s too much,” I state, feeling this intense fullness building inside of me.
“It’s not too much,” Mac says, crooking his finger and stroking my G-spot, which I really only know about from hearing my girlfriends talk about their sex lives. I’m not a sex toy owner. I could barely look at my naked body in the mirror, let alone pleasure myself. He quickens his pace, and my shoulders lift up off the bed.
“Oh my God!” I cry out, and he bites his lip, a look of pure fucking sex in his eyes before he descends on me again. He sucks my clit into his mouth while stroking that tender spot, and without warning, a sharp, overwhelming release goes off inside of me. It’s so intense, my thighs begin to shake compulsively, causing a horrible sense of embarrassment to wash over me. Groaning, I cover my face with my arms, horrified by my body’s ridiculous reaction.
“Freya, look at me,” Mac’s voice rasps, sounding deeper than I’ve ever heard it.
“No, I’m a freak. My body is betraying me.”
“Cookie, you’re not a freak,” Mac states, gently extracting his fingers while standing up on his feet. He pulls my arms off my face to force me to look at him. “You just had an orgasm. A fucking nice one if I do say so myself.”
“I was out of control,” I say, frowning up at him.
Mac frowns back at me. “Have you never had an orgasm, Freya?”
I sniff in confusion. “I thought I had, but they felt nothing like that.”
The corner of his mouth tilts up. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” He leans down and kisses me on the lips, the act doing a proper job of washing away my embarrassment. I kiss him back, my hands raking over his strong back.
“I think you’re ready,” he says against my lips, lowering his mouth to the hollow of my ear. “Your ears are telling me they’re ready.”
“Shut up, you cow,” I reply and then bite my lip nervously.
Through foggy eyes, I can see his massive erection pressing outward, and with no fanfare, he grabs a condom out of his wallet and shucks off his trousers. He uses his teeth to rip open the foil packet.
“Done that a lot, I take it?” I ask stupidly because apparently, my idiotic body needs to fill all dead silence with ridiculous drivel.
“Enough.” He winks before rolling the condom over his tip with exact precision. “Never with my best mate, though.” He stands beside the bed and looks at me expectantly.
“So we’re doing this now, then?” I ask, my body tensing up nervously as I move to the top of the bed. Pulling the blankets down, I wince against the cool sheets. “So soon, after…”
“Now is better,” he states confidently. “You’re soaked and relaxed. It will hurt less if we do it now.”
“Okay, then.”
The bed dips as Mac crawls over top of me, our flesh slick with desire and anticipation. He’s hot and heavy, and I imagine what an excellent way it would be to die beneath the delicious weight of him as our smooth naked skin rubs together, igniting every single one of my nerve endings.
A stirring begins inside me again. How has my body recovered so soon? How am I still this turned on after all we’ve done so far? “Do I just lay here like this then?” I ask nervously, watching the tip of his wrapped erection glide up my thigh.
His breath is warm on my shoulder with a soft laugh. “I’d prefer it if you participated.”
