Three Little Mistakes (Blindfold Club 3)

“Shit. Me, too.”

We were going to get soaked, but there was no helping it, and we dashed together through the cold rain, splashing in puddles as we made it to the bathroom, and then repeating the journey back to the yurt afterward.

Lightning slashed across the night sky, and thunder rolled through the trees as I unlocked the door and let her inside.

Her teeth chattered. “I get cold easily.”

“Let’s warm you up then.” I pushed back her strands of damp hair and lower my mouth to hers. The lightning cracking outside didn’t have a thing on us when we were kissing. The sparks made my hair lift from my skin. Her hands fumbled with her shirt, stretched it over her head, and there was a sopping noise as she threw it to the floor. She came back to me, hungry.

Her skin was covered in goosebumps, and this wasn’t a tremble in her body, this was shivering. I yanked off my soaked T-shirt and jeans, and pulled back the fluffy, white comforter while she struggled out of her pants.

The light switch snapped off, plunging us into darkness.

A low creak came from the bed as she got in and slid noisily over the sheets, making room for me to follow. I folded her in my arms and her rain soaked skin was cool in my hands. Bright light filled the cabin for a microsecond, and the boom of thunder was so loud the reverberations rattled the windows.

Noemi’s hand was on my chest and her head tucked into the crook of my neck. She vibrated and chattered from the cold. Was the comforter not on her right? I pulled it tighter against us, urging her closer, although it wasn’t really possible.

Her mouth was on my throat, teasing soft kisses, and I turned my head into her kiss. Heat flamed between us. The storm had interrupted my rhythm and I was sluggish about starting the game we usually played. Maybe it was the fact I couldn’t hear her breathing over the pounding rain and only saw her in flashes of the lighting. My fingertips traced the edges of her damp bra, and I wanted it gone. All of her skin needed to be pressed to mine.

She deepened the kiss, filling my mouth with her sweet tongue as she shifted under the thick comforter and climbed on top of me. The bra. It had to go, fucking now. My fingers curled around the band at the back, undid it, and tossed it aside. Her hard nipples scraped over my chest and I groaned with satisfaction.

“I fucking love your—”

She put two fingers over my lips, silencing me, and replaced them with her mouth a moment later. There was a disconnect in my brain. Who the hell was in charge? Yet her kiss kept my urge to dominate at bay. I clasped a hand on her breast, filling my palm with the weight of it, and gently squeezed. It made her tongue plunge deeper in my mouth.

Her hips shifted and pleasure washed upward from her teasing as she ground herself on my cock. Now the fucking underwear had to go, too. I slipped a hand under them and closed my fist around the band at her hip, tugging. “Get these off.”

She rolled off of me. The cover shifted as she did as asked, and I yanked my boxer briefs down, kicking them away. I rose up on my elbow and turned to her, but her hands were on my shoulders, pressing me back down so she could straddle my lap.

“You think you’re the boss tonight, little girl?”

“Ssh,” she whispered in my ear, and her bare, wet pussy slicked across my hard cock. My mind emptied. All I could think about was the sensation and how I wanted her to do it again. The comforter wrapped around us like a cocoon, but she wasn’t shivering anymore. Her hands scooped under my head, tilting me into her kiss that was a thousand times better than anything else I’d had. She’d fucking ruined kissing. I’d asked if she wanted me to ruin her, and she’d done it to me. No one would match up after her.

My hands skated over the curves of her bare back, my fingertips skimming the hollow of her spine and working lower, until I gripped a handful of her ass. I lifted her, trying to urge her to take me inside. I’d had plans of burrowing beneath the covers and kissing her legs until her knees shook and she begged me to go down on her, but now I was impatient. I wanted . . . that connection.

“Fuck, get on me,” I demanded, my voice strained with need.

“No more talking.”

What? “Excuse me?”

“It’s not an order, Joseph,” she said softly. “Tonight it’s a limit. No words.”

Annoyance rolled hot through me, coupled with unease. Why would she do that? She loved my filthy mouth. Her body slid against mine once again and I bit down on my tongue. Keeping my mouth shut was going to be fucking impossible.

But it was a limit.

I would have to try.

Noemi rose to sit upright, and finally, after a lifetime of torture, positioned my cock so it was right at her entrance. My breath stuck in my lungs as the lightning flashed, flooding the room with the perfect image of her naked body on top of mine, my hands clenching her hips. We moaned together as she slid down on me, all the way to the base.

The darkness was like a blindfold, and the loud, driving rain was the dominating sound, drowning out almost everything else. But as she began to move, the bed creaked. Her tight, hot body gripped me and I dug my fingers into her skin, like I needed to hold on or I’d lose my damn mind.

She rode me, slow and deep, her knees clenching around my rib cage and her hands pushing on my chest for leverage. I needed it faster, or slower, I didn’t fucking know anymore. Only that I had need. An unsatisfied ache for something, and each of her thrusts seemed to promise relief.

Her heart was pounding beneath her heaving breasts, I could feel it. I could taste her desperation in her frantic kisses, like she had that same need I did. Restless and urgent for the remedy.

Her hands laced with mine and she pushed them until the backs of my palms were against the pillows beside my head. I inhaled. This wasn’t what I allowed. Her on top and in control. Setting the limits was one thing, but she was pushing me . . .