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Fuck it. She's my birthday gift, and I'm going to enjoy every single inch of her.
"Robin," I say, my voice low, with a rasp I barely recognize. "There's nothing to apologize for. You liked that, didn’t you?"
She says nothing, but the way her hair moves lets me know she is nodding.
"Come here," I murmur, my hands searching blindly for her. She hesitates, a tremor in her breath that tells me she wants me just as much as I want her. As my fingers brush against the softness of her skin, I guide her closer. My hands close around her waist, and I drag her onto my lap, her gasp drowned out by my own.
I nuzzle her neck, drinking in her scent.
My fingers graze the soft skin of her arms, and her body shivers. I inch them down and trace the pattern of her bra. Her breath falters, and her hair falls on my lap. She throws her head back.
She likes it, and my mouth widens to a grin. I run my finger down her bare stomach and outline the length of her skirt. It’s tight. Polyester. And incredibly short. Within seconds, I’m at her thigh.
“Spread your legs,” I whisper into her neck, giving her a playful bite.
She moans but keeps her legs closed. "I—I can't," she stammers, her voice unsteady. "W—we shouldn't do this."
My fingers skim under her thighs, sliding beneath the hem of her skirt, and as my hand brushes against the satin fabric of her panties, she moans. The sound fills me with a wild hunger, a primal need that claws at my insides.
"Why not?" I murmur, my voice low and thick with desire.
“I… I could lose my job,” she maintains.
“What if I keep my blindfold on, hmm?” I suggest.
“I… I’ve never done something like this before.”
“Guess what? Neither have I,” I encourage, taking the elastic of her panties in my hand and twisting them in a knot before releasing it. It smacks against her skin and she jumps, then moans softly. Her body trembles against me, her response the most arousing thing I've ever experienced.
She pauses, breathing heavily. I can tell she's fighting with herself, torn between her desire and her morality, between the fierce heat between her legs and the voice in her head telling her not to do this.
“P—Promise?” she murmurs with desire, like an addict needing a drug. I realize she wants me to talk her into this because she wants to be a little less scared.
I pull her tight against my chest, our bodies melding together as I suck in a deep breath, savoring the moment. My fingers, still trembling slightly, trace the outline of her pussy over her panties.
"We'll keep it a secret," I promise, my voice low and filled with promise. "No one else needs to know, only you and me. This won’t go further than this room, and my blindfold will stay on the whole time.”
I trail a hand up her thigh, relishing her shiver. She's so responsive, so sensitive. I ache to explore every inch of her, to find all the places that make her whimper and moan.
"This is just for tonight," I murmur against her skin. "Tomorrow, you go back to your life, and I go back to mine. No strings attached."
It's a lie, and we both know it. I won't be able to forget her, the stripper who brought me to my knees. But the words seem to reassure her, and she relaxes in my arms with a sigh.
"Just for tonight," she echoes softly.
I brush my lips over her neck again, trailing lower until I reach the swell of her breasts. She gasps as I tug down the front of her bra, freeing them. I cup one breast in my hand, kneading gently, rolling the nipple between my fingers.
"Oh my god," she moans, arching into my touch. The noise she makes causes my cock to twitch and strain against my trousers.
"Beautiful," I murmur. I can picture her clearly in my mind, soft skin and rosy nipples, slim hips and long legs. I ache to see her properly, to feast my eyes on her loveliness, but theblindfold stays on. There's something intoxicating about this darkness, heightening each sensation.
I trail my other hand up her thigh, pushing aside her panties. She's soaked, and I groan at the proof of her desire. Slowly, I slide a finger into her heat, marveling at how tight she is.
"Please," she whimpers, rocking against my hand. I add another finger, stretching her delicately.
"Shh, I've got you," I murmur. With my free hand, I unbuckle my belt and trousers, freeing my cock. I'm rock hard and aching, but I won't take her until she's ready.
I pump my fingers in a steady rhythm until they are soaking wet. I lean in and capture her mouth in a kiss. “Are you ready?” I ask.
