I did so and he began rubbing morsels of fruit across my lips, leaving me just enough time to smell them and then reach out my tongue for a delicate taste. I tasted the juicy flesh of a mango, and when my tongue curled around a small slice that he proffered with his fingers, I licked them both. Then he fed me some strawberries, one after the other, some dipped in chocolate, others in cream. But it was the truffles that sent me over the edge; he only allowed me to lick and nibble at the edges, never letting me have a full bite. After each swallow, he pressed his mouth to mine, kissing me. I couldn’t see his face, but the sensation was excruciating, the way he urged my mouth open with his tongue.
Then he was straddling my legs, standing over me as I lay back in my cushioned throne. I could feel his naked thighs against the outside of mine. I gulped as he grabbed the chair’s wooden arms, jerking it forward.
“Hold your hands out,” he said, and when I did, I came in contact with him, firm, warm and soft.
I wrapped a hand around him, eagerly bringing him to my mouth. Using both hands, I took him in deeper, feeling the pleasure I was giving, of pleasing, coming over me again. I imagined what I must look like in this chair, blindfolded, in heels, with this beautiful body over me. A tingle passed through me at the thought.
“Stop, Cassie,” he said, easing back from my mouth. “That feels amazing, but you have to stop.”
He lifted me off the seat and onto my feet. My limbs were wobbly with desire. Standing behind me, he walked me forward a few feet, placing my hands on what I thought was the arm of a silk divan. I took in the smell of oranges and wine and vanilla candles. I could hear the fire spit and spark in front of us, and my heart raced. My back arched as I felt his hands firmly grasp both sides of my hips, tugging me back towards him. I could feel his desire for me, and he hardened and stiffened more.
“I’m going to put myself inside you now, Cassie. Do you want that?”
I lifted up to him, to show him that yes, I wanted this, very much.
“Tell me, Cassie. Say it.”
“I want you,” I whispered, my voice choked the feeling.
“Say it, Cassie. Tell me you want it.”
“I do! I want it!”
“Say it!”
“I want you. I want you inside me. Now!” I commanded.
I heard him ripping open a packet, and seconds later, I felt all of him slide into me, plunging deep and fast and hard. I felt him reach around and under me, his fingers touching me in a dazzling rhythm. His other held my hip so firmly he was practically lifting me up off the floor. He gathered a fistful of my hair and tugged my head gently backwards. His hands trailed down my arched back, finally grabbing my buttocks and kneading them with an intensity that sent me spinning. His low growls made me feel like I was driving him mad.
“You look so hot with your ass in the air like this, Cassie. I love it. Do you?”
“Yes.”
“Say it. Say it louder.”
“I love it … I love fucking you like this,” I said, surprising myself with the words. It felt animalistic but so divine.
He spread my legs open wider, and began moving harder and faster.
“Oh God,” I said. It was all happening at once and so fast, desire gathering a storm inside me.
“You can come now. I want you to come, Cassie,” he urged, and that’s what I did, full-bodied and wholeheartedly. Then he followed. And when he was done, he pulled away and I lay forward across the divan, so completely spent that I slid gently onto the bearskin rug and lay there on my back. I felt him slide down next to me. I went to lift my blindfold.
r /> “Don’t,” he said, grabbing my hand, keeping the blindfold intact.
“But I want to see you. I want to look at the face capable of doing that to my body.”
“I value my anonymity.”
Sensing my frustration, he leaned towards my face and took my hand in his.
“Here, feel my face,” he offered. “But leave the blindfold on.”
He took my hand and brought it to his slightly stubbly cheek. I felt a sharp, angular jaw, wide-set eyes, soft hair, longish, with sideburns at the temple. My fingers caressed a wide mouth, and he playfully bit them. Then my hand moved once more down his muscular chest and across his taut stomach.
“You feel amazing,” I said.
“Right back at you … But it’s time for me to go, Cassie. Before I do, open your hand.”