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His tongue ran over her, drawing forth a low moan. If he heard her, he didn’t offer any indication. The licking, sucking, the occasional nip of his teeth continued. She felt his finger at her entrance. He slipped inside, filling her. Teasing her with his mouth at the same time, he pushed her closer and closer, her body racing to meet the drums’ frantic pace. The music reached its pinnacle, taking her with it. The track ended leaving only her cries.
“Oh, God! Yes, yes, yes!”
Panting, her body humming from head to toe, she was vaguely aware of the music starting again. The bed shifted beside her, and she turned her head, knowing Mark was there by her side even though she couldn’t see him.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice soft and gentle.
“Hmm.” It was all she managed.
His fingers brushed her cheek, moving to the edge of the blindfold as if he wanted to peek beneath.
“No,” she said. His hand stopped, and then disappeared. “Not yet. We’re not done.”
And she wasn’t ready to open her eyes to reality. She wanted to stay here, surrounded by music, pleasure, lost in the dreamlike feel of this moment.
Amy rolled onto her side, facing Mark though she couldn’t see him. She reached out, her hand finding his arm. It was her turn to touch and explore, to drive him wild. She gave him a little push, silently directing him to lie on his back. Feeling her way, she slid her body over his, resting one knee on either side of his hips, trapping the hard length of him beneath her core. Hovering over him, sensing the tightly coiled tension coursing through him waiting to explode—she’d never felt this powerful.
“My turn,” she murmured. “To make you scream.”
* * *
AMY HAD BEEN part of his life for years, but he’d never seen her like this—naked and straddling his cock, her face flushed from coming against his mouth. It was the most erotic sight he’d ever witnessed. The way she licked her lips, pursing them together as she gently tilted her pelvis, increasing the pressure until he was close to exploding. Her breasts...
Mark groaned, reaching up to run his thumb over one nipple. She leaned into his touch, and it was all the encouragement he needed to reach his other hand up.
It was a damn good thing she’d kept the blindfold on, instead of letting him look under to see if she was all right. Without it, she’d realize that when he looked at her, his emotions surged. The desire to make her his rose up beside the need to please her. Making Amy happy—that had to come before everything else.
Staring up at her, he homed in on that need. He massaged her breasts, his hands working in time with the music, his focus on the soft sounds she made when he traced circles around her nipples or pinched them between his thumb and finger. The drumming grew frenzied, and the shallow movements of her hips followed. But when the song ended, she froze.
“More, I want more,” she said, her voice more demanding than pleading.
“Right there with you,” he ground out.
His hips thrust up into her, desperate for the friction. He needed to feel her soft body moving back and forth against him. The song started again. This time Amy lifted up slightly, her hand reaching for him, stroking him and positioning him at her entrance.
He knew this dance. But first...
Mark stilled her hips, holding her tight against the hard ridge of his cock. “I need a condom.”
“Oh,” she said, shifting off him and onto the bed. “Right.”
He felt the uninhibited woman who’d been riding him moments earlier slipping away. Mark scrambled to his rucksack, digging through it to find the ziplock bag holding his toothbrush, shampoo and—thank God—a condom. He tore the wrapper, quickly covering himself before heading back to the bed.
“Lie down,” he said softly, relieved to see her still wearing the blindfold. He had a feeling the minute she took it off, it was game over.
Amy obeyed, lowering herself slowly, feeling her way, careful not to hang off the edge. Mark covered her body, resting his weight on his elbows. She’d retreated too far. He wanted her mindless with pleasure, ready to ride straight into another orgasm, not thinking and wondering.
Lowering his lips to hers, he kissed her. Gently at first, pulling her back to that place where she wanted to move with abandon. He deepened the kiss and felt her hips rise up, greeting him.
“Mark, please,” she begged, her mouth moving against his. She reached between them, grabbing hold of him, positioning him between her splayed legs for a second time.
The last vestiges of logic slipped away as he thrust into her. He moved with the rhythm, not once losing the beat. Yes, he knew this dance. But with Amy beneath him, saying his name over and over—special didn’t begin to cover it.
The drumming became impossibly fast, nearing the end.
“Come with me,” she said.
He felt her tighten, her nails digging into his back as he exploded, the orgasm ripping through him, the feeling of this moment imprinting on his mind.
