“Turn around,” he said, after spending a decent amount of time on the front.
I didn’t say a word; just did as he said, and waited for his response.
“Fuck, Velvet.”
I waited for him to touch me or start ripping clothes off, but he did nothing. I turned back to face him, and he held out a piece of fabric for me to take. A blindfold. My insides clenched and I gladly took it from him. When he held up a length of rope, my whole body buzzed with desire. He raised his eyebrows questioningly and I nodded my agreement. That rope couldn’t be tied fast enough as far as I was concerned. Nash, a blindfold and rope surely had to be every woman’s fantasy.
He took a purposeful step towards me and reached behind my neck to undo the clasp of my bodysuit. It fell to reveal my breasts, and his hand curved around one breast, his thumb rubbing my nipple. His other hand slid into my panties, and I moaned when his finger entered me.
“I’m going to make you feel so fuckin’ good tonight, sweet thing,” he rasped.
He already was. I smiled and reached for his zip, but he pushed my hand away. “As much as I want your hands on me, babe, that’ll have to wait. Tonight’s all about you.” His lips brushed against my ear, and he murmured, “You’ll have my cock eventually, but first I’m going to drive you fuckin’ wild. Your pussy is going to be so wet for me.”
Holy hell, Nash’s dirty words already drove me wild. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pushed my body into his and kissed him. Our lips were demanding, urgent. The moment was lost in the need to get closer to each other, to be in each other. His hands sought my ass, my back, and finally, he grasped a handful of my hair and pulled roughly so that my head fell back, breaking our kiss. Wild eyes met mine, and he growled as he bent his mouth to my neck, and sucked it. When his teeth met my flesh, I called out his name, and dug my fingernails into his back.
My fingernails set him off, and he muttered something unintelligible as he let me go, and fell to his knees. He pulled my bodysuit the rest of the way down, lifted my feet and forced it out of the way. I almost lost my balance trying to keep up with his pace. When his mouth latched onto my pussy, I buried my hands in his hair to steady myself. The deep growls coming from his throat as his tongue worked it’s magic, shot electricity through me; he had me turned on to the point that my brain was shutting down as I lost myself in the bliss.
Just when I thought he’d brought me to the edge, he stopped what he was doing and stood up. He reached for the blindfold I was still holding, and took it off me. “Time to lose yourself completely, baby,” he said, lifting me and walking towards the bed. He deposited me on the bed, and then lifted his shirt over his head and threw it on the floor. Then he reached down to undo his belt; his jeans and boxers hit the floor a moment later.
Nash stood in front of me naked. Beautiful. His well built body was impressive to look at; I’d never tire of the sight. Between the muscles and the ink, he could command my attention without even trying.
“You ready, sweet thing?” he finally asked, after allowing me some time to stare at him.
“More than you know.” I had to stop myself from begging him to hurry the hell up with whatever he had planned. Nash could do whatever he wanted to me tonight; I was his to own.
He straddled me and tied the blindfold in place. I shivered as I descended into darkness, and gave myself over to him. “Nash - ” I began.
His finger touched my lips, silencing me, and sending another shiver throughout my body at his touch. “Shhh,” he said.
I waited for his next move but he didn’t do anything. The effort required to lie still without reaching for him, was enormous. My senses were all over the place. Unable to see, I zeroed in on the sound of his ragged breathing and the feel of his bare skin against mine, scorching me.
My anticipation levels grew until I didn’t think I could keep it inside anymore. I was about to speak when he finally shifted off the bed, leaving me alone. Not sure what he was doing, I held my breath in an effort to listen to his actions. The sound of his feet on the carpet told me he was still in the room with me. A moment later, I was surprised when music began playing. And stunned when I realised what song he’d put on. Pornstar Dancing by My Darkest Days. The song he’d asked me to use for one of my dances. The dance he often requested I perform.
The driving beat of the music filled the room, and Nash came back to the bed and positioned himself between my legs, distracting me from thoughts of the song and what it meant to him, to us. I waited for him to say something, but he didn’t. Instead, he lifted my hand off the bed, and I felt the rope against my skin. He slipped my hand through the knot he’d made and then tied that hand to the bedpost. He repeated this with my other hand, and I lay completely vulnerable to him. Unable to see, unable to escape. Lust coursed through me, and I moaned his name.
He rewarded me with a slow, deep kiss; the kind of kiss that makes your chest tingle with excitement and your tummy swirl with butterflies. His tongue explored my mouth, tangling with mine, and my back arched off the bed as I tried desperately to have more of him. I needed more; I needed it all. Everything he had to give me, I would take. Greedily.
He growled and ended the kiss. Warm breath tickled my neck as he moved his mouth to my ear to whisper, “You like the music?”
“Yes,” I breathed out.
He continued to whisper in my ear, “I picture you while I make myself come listening to it.”
My pussy clenched at his words and I writhed on the bed. “Fuck, Nash, I need - ”
I didn’t say a word; just did as he said, and waited for his response.
“Fuck, Velvet.”
I waited for him to touch me or start ripping clothes off, but he did nothing. I turned back to face him, and he held out a piece of fabric for me to take. A blindfold. My insides clenched and I gladly took it from him. When he held up a length of rope, my whole body buzzed with desire. He raised his eyebrows questioningly and I nodded my agreement. That rope couldn’t be tied fast enough as far as I was concerned. Nash, a blindfold and rope surely had to be every woman’s fantasy.
He took a purposeful step towards me and reached behind my neck to undo the clasp of my bodysuit. It fell to reveal my breasts, and his hand curved around one breast, his thumb rubbing my nipple. His other hand slid into my panties, and I moaned when his finger entered me.
“I’m going to make you feel so fuckin’ good tonight, sweet thing,” he rasped.
He already was. I smiled and reached for his zip, but he pushed my hand away. “As much as I want your hands on me, babe, that’ll have to wait. Tonight’s all about you.” His lips brushed against my ear, and he murmured, “You’ll have my cock eventually, but first I’m going to drive you fuckin’ wild. Your pussy is going to be so wet for me.”
Holy hell, Nash’s dirty words already drove me wild. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pushed my body into his and kissed him. Our lips were demanding, urgent. The moment was lost in the need to get closer to each other, to be in each other. His hands sought my ass, my back, and finally, he grasped a handful of my hair and pulled roughly so that my head fell back, breaking our kiss. Wild eyes met mine, and he growled as he bent his mouth to my neck, and sucked it. When his teeth met my flesh, I called out his name, and dug my fingernails into his back.
My fingernails set him off, and he muttered something unintelligible as he let me go, and fell to his knees. He pulled my bodysuit the rest of the way down, lifted my feet and forced it out of the way. I almost lost my balance trying to keep up with his pace. When his mouth latched onto my pussy, I buried my hands in his hair to steady myself. The deep growls coming from his throat as his tongue worked it’s magic, shot electricity through me; he had me turned on to the point that my brain was shutting down as I lost myself in the bliss.
Just when I thought he’d brought me to the edge, he stopped what he was doing and stood up. He reached for the blindfold I was still holding, and took it off me. “Time to lose yourself completely, baby,” he said, lifting me and walking towards the bed. He deposited me on the bed, and then lifted his shirt over his head and threw it on the floor. Then he reached down to undo his belt; his jeans and boxers hit the floor a moment later.
Nash stood in front of me naked. Beautiful. His well built body was impressive to look at; I’d never tire of the sight. Between the muscles and the ink, he could command my attention without even trying.
“You ready, sweet thing?” he finally asked, after allowing me some time to stare at him.
“More than you know.” I had to stop myself from begging him to hurry the hell up with whatever he had planned. Nash could do whatever he wanted to me tonight; I was his to own.
He straddled me and tied the blindfold in place. I shivered as I descended into darkness, and gave myself over to him. “Nash - ” I began.
His finger touched my lips, silencing me, and sending another shiver throughout my body at his touch. “Shhh,” he said.
I waited for his next move but he didn’t do anything. The effort required to lie still without reaching for him, was enormous. My senses were all over the place. Unable to see, I zeroed in on the sound of his ragged breathing and the feel of his bare skin against mine, scorching me.
My anticipation levels grew until I didn’t think I could keep it inside anymore. I was about to speak when he finally shifted off the bed, leaving me alone. Not sure what he was doing, I held my breath in an effort to listen to his actions. The sound of his feet on the carpet told me he was still in the room with me. A moment later, I was surprised when music began playing. And stunned when I realised what song he’d put on. Pornstar Dancing by My Darkest Days. The song he’d asked me to use for one of my dances. The dance he often requested I perform.
The driving beat of the music filled the room, and Nash came back to the bed and positioned himself between my legs, distracting me from thoughts of the song and what it meant to him, to us. I waited for him to say something, but he didn’t. Instead, he lifted my hand off the bed, and I felt the rope against my skin. He slipped my hand through the knot he’d made and then tied that hand to the bedpost. He repeated this with my other hand, and I lay completely vulnerable to him. Unable to see, unable to escape. Lust coursed through me, and I moaned his name.
He rewarded me with a slow, deep kiss; the kind of kiss that makes your chest tingle with excitement and your tummy swirl with butterflies. His tongue explored my mouth, tangling with mine, and my back arched off the bed as I tried desperately to have more of him. I needed more; I needed it all. Everything he had to give me, I would take. Greedily.
He growled and ended the kiss. Warm breath tickled my neck as he moved his mouth to my ear to whisper, “You like the music?”
“Yes,” I breathed out.
He continued to whisper in my ear, “I picture you while I make myself come listening to it.”
My pussy clenched at his words and I writhed on the bed. “Fuck, Nash, I need - ”
