“But I’m telling the story. You don’t get to add props.”
“Give this one a shot.” He raised his hands and tied the bandana around his head. Then he drew it down over his eyes. He leaned back on the mattress, keeping his feet planted on the floor. “I want you to feel safe to take what you need from me. To feel what you need to feel.”
She stared at the naked warrior on the bed. Her feet refused to move. Take what she needed? Safety and trust—those feelings were out of her reach. She’d lived without them for so long. How could he possibly slip them back into her life now? Moreover, how could she let him?
She walked over to the foot of the bed and moved between his legs. “This,” she said as she wrapped her hand around his cock. “I want to feel you inside of me.”
“Hell, yes.” His hips lifted off the mattress, thrusting up into her hand. “But I want to give you—”
“A mind-blowing orgasm?” she asked before he could say more. She needed to draw the line at fantasy sex. She released his cock and climbed up on the bed, placing one knee on either side of his thighs. Then she reached for the condoms and tore one off the strip.
“In my story, the warrior stretches his arms over his head,” she murmured as she removed the condom from the packet.
“Like this?” His powerful arms reached for the pillows.
“Yes.” Holding the base of his cock with one hand, she rolled the condom on. “And keep them there.”
She gathered her dress in one hand, raising it to her waist, as she positioned him at her entrance with the other hand. Slowly, she slid down, closing her eyes as her body stretched to accommodate him.
This man filled her so completely. She silently thanked him for covering his eyes. This way, he couldn’t watch her staring down at him in awe. Part of her wished the story didn’t have to end, that she could be the princess—and oh God, his lover.
She shifted her hips back and forth. Leaning back as far as she dared, she arched her back and placed one hand on his thigh. His cock pulsed inside her, hitting just the right spot…
“Oh, Jack,” she moaned, lifting her hips up one inch and then another before sliding back down.
“I bet you’re quite a sight right now,” he murmured. “If I pulled off the blindfold, would I see my dick sliding in and out of you?”
“Yes,” she gasped as she rode him, searching for the perfect pace. His body remained still beneath her. His abs contracted, offered a taut, hard surface for her to play.
She wanted to feel him there, inside her, but she also needed more. She released her dress and allowed the fabric to float down around her.
“Natalie,” he said as his hands formed tight fists over his head.
She moved her hands to his chest and leaned forward until the part of her body that needed attention rubbed up against him. The friction inside and out pushed her up against the edge of an orgasm.
“Come with me,” she said. She bit back her plea. She was so close to begging—too close.
She rocked forward. The motion spiraled beyond her control. And she chased the pleasure. Pressing her palms flat against his chest, she lifted her hips. But this time he thrust up into her.
And the pleasure caught up with her, sweeping her away into the land of “Oh, Jack!” When it subsided, she collapsed on his chest.
“What happens next?” he demanded as he wrapped his arms around her.
“Hmm?” she murmured, still aware of his hard cock buried deep inside her. She opened her eyes and studied the hard lines of his chest. She felt like Jell-O, but every inch of him remained tense. Apparently, she’d taken a solo trip to Orgasm-land. He was still ready to go.
“To the princess in your story?” His hips shifted beneath her, seeking friction. “What’s next for her?”
She runs away, terrified at the thought of hap
pily ever after with her blindfolded lover.
“I don’t know,” she said. “I’m not great with endings. But you still win this one. For letting me tell the story.”
“It sure as hell doesn’t feel like it,” he growled. His hands ran over her shoulders and down to her dress. “I’m about five seconds from coming, whether you finish the damn story or not.”
“Five seconds?” she said, lifting her upper body off his chest, breaking free from his touch.
“Four.” His hands shifted to her thighs, gliding up her bare skin and disappearing beneath her rumpled sundress. “Three.”