Three Little Mistakes (Blindfold Club 3)

“Yes,” I groaned. Her pussy clenched, squeezing me with pleasure. My balls tightened and tingled, aching for release.

Yet the cadence of her breathing didn’t alter. Her moans didn’t increase when I fucked her so hard the silverware rattled against the wood. Water sloshed in my glass, splattering on the table.

I switched tactics, rolling my hips against her ass, grinding. Her reaction was similar. Like it felt good, but not good enough. No mind-numbing orgasm was eminent. My hand on her waist drifted down through the small thatch of curls between her legs, seeking her clit.

Her tremble reverberated through her body and into mine. Better, but still not enough. I stirred her faster. She was slick, and her breath was a full-out pant, but her legs didn’t tighten, and no muscles clenched in anticipation of her release.

“Are you close?” I asked, perplexed. True to frustrating form, she didn’t communicate. “Tell me if you’re close to coming,” I ordered.

“No.”

The asshole part of my brain was pissed. How could that be? This felt fucking amazing to me, how could it not for her? I had to force myself back from exploding inside before she got hers. My partner always came first when I fucked.

“Are you uncomfortable?” I asked, slowing, even though the Neanderthal in me wanted to pump until release. “Am I hurting you?”

“No, no.” Her hand reached back and threaded through my hair, gently tugging me close until my nose was pressed against her cheekbone. “It feels really good. I just don’t, um, get there.”

Wait a minute. Icy pinpricks jabbed at my skin and I stopped moving altogether. “What do you mean, you don’t get there? You don’t come?”

She shook her head slowly, her gaze down at the tabletop, as if embarrassed.

“But you said you were about to, when I was tongue-fucking you.”

Noemi’s lush bottom lip was snagged between her teeth. “Yeah, that would have been the first time, you know, with someone else.”

All thought vaporized, other than I’d made a little, terrible mistake. “Son of a bitch.” It felt like I’d been hit by a truck. Her first orgasm that wouldn’t have been self-induced, I’d pushed back in a moment of spite. How much damage did I do, when so much of the female orgasm was mental? I could have been the first man to get her off.

No, fuck it. I would be the first man. “I’m going to fix this.”

She tensed. “Like I’m broken?”

Shit! “No, I didn’t mean it like that.” I pushed slowly against her, stealing her breath. “I meant I was a fucking asshole, and I’m going to make it up to you. Right now.”

I slammed my cock inside her, building quickly to a punishing rhythm, using my fingers to tease and manipulate her swollen clit. I needed my other hand on her hip to keep myself steady, but it ached to be on her tits. “I want you to think about when I had you on your back on my desk.” I ran my tongue over the tip of her ear, tracing it. “Remember when I was sucking

and biting on your tits?”

She whimpered.

It made me throb painfully for release. For a time, I was excited at the idea of hearing her beg, and now I was concerned I was going to do the begging. I certainly deserved to. My fingers pressed hard on her flesh, rubbing back and forth furiously. Flames of pleasure licked at me, beckoning to the point of no return. Wait, I commanded myself.

“Doesn’t it feel good?” I asked. “Let go, baby girl. Give it to me.” Jesus, I had to get a lid on my runaway mouth. Pressuring her to try to come would only backfire. There was one way to get me to shut up. I slowed my tempo to a manageable one, but fucking her like this still felt much too good. “Kiss me.”

It was a strange command, and it was like she knew. Her eyes widen in surprise, but she turned onto one elbow, and brought her lips to mine.

No, bad idea. I’d forgotten what happened when our mouths met. There was the delicious taste of her soft lips, and I wanted to get lost in her mouth. Her goddamn moan when I slipped my tongue over hers practically sent me overboard. I was drowning in this woman already.

Her tongue mingled with mine, but she broke the kiss abruptly. “I imagined this,” she said between two hurried breaths, “every time I’ve touched myself since meeting you.”

She’d blurted it out as if she’d had a momentary bout of courage, but now was scared of the consequences her admission would bring. Like I would judge her? Like it wasn’t the hottest thing to hear?

“Fuck, I did, too,” I said. “Every goddamn day, more than once. And, Noemi? My fantasies didn’t come close.”

“Really?” She squeezed her legs together, tightening her body’s grip on me.

“Yes. Holy shit, do that again.”

The clench of her already tight pussy made my vision go hazy. Okay, time for a new strategy. I couldn’t maintain the fingertip’s grip on the edge another second, so my goal shifted to coming as quickly as possible so I could focus all of my energy on her.