I guide her hips.
She takes the next inch with a low groan that makes me harder. My cock aches with the kind of pressure that nearly forces my hips forward. I push her farther until the handle fills her completely.
She shakes in my hands.
I lean over her and press one hand between her shoulder blades to keep her steady.
“That’s it baby. You can take it.”
Her hips roll forward slightly, instinctively trying to adjust to the stretch.
I move her forward and back onto the handle once more.
She gasps. Her entire body jolts. Her voice finally breaks through her restraint.
“Seth,” she breathes. Her tone carries need, fear, trust, and surrender all layered in one.
I hold her steady and lean down until my chest presses lightly against her back.
She exhales sharply and pushes back against the handle.
She takes the handle fully, and her entire body shakes against my hands. The sound of her breath vibrates through her chest in fast, uneven waves.
“You like that, don’t you baby?”
She inhales sharply and nods.
I keep one hand on her hip to hold her in place. Her skin feels hot beneath my palm. Her knees press wider, trying to adjust to the pressure and stretch. The blindfold forces every sensation to hit her without warning, and she absorbs all of it because she trusts me to guide her through it.
I grip the back of her head firmly. Her blindfolded face tilts upward. Her breathing breaks on a soft gasp.
“Open.”
She obeys immediately. Her spine arches. Her bound wrists tighten behind her back. Her knees spread wider to balance herself on the handle buried inside her.
I bring my cock to her lips again. Her tongue touches the head, and her breath warms the sensitive skin.
I push forward slowly until her mouth wraps around me again.
She moans the moment I slide in.
The vibration travels through my dick and settles deep in my hips. Her throat works to take more of me, and each movement of her mouth rocks her body against the handle buried inside her. The blindfold keeps her locked inside the sensation, and every small shift of her hips sends another tight pulse through her body. Her breathing grows uneven. Her muscles tighten around the intrusion while her mouth continues working over me.
I hold her head with both hands and control the pace. She follows every movement with a hungry, desperate focus that makes my control strain. Her trust in this position, blind and bound and balanced on a knife handle, feeds directly into the pressure building inside me.
Her mouth tightens around me. Her hips roll again. Her entire body starts working for me without hesitation.
Her mouth moves over my cock in slow pulls while her body trembles around the handle buried inside her. Each tremor runs up her spine and into my hands. Every sound that escapes her pushes heat deeper into my stomach and tightens my grip in her hair.
Her hips rock again, harder this time. Her breath breaks into a sharp gasp around me.
I watch the reaction travel through her body. Her thighs tighten, back arches deeper. Her mouth clenches around me as the pressure inside her builds too fast for her to control.
Her orgasm hits her without warning.
She jolts violently against the handle. A broken cry slips from her throat around my cock while her cunt convulses around the intrusion. The movement forces her hips to grind down harder, and I watch her slick arousal spread along the matte black handle where it disappears between her thighs.
She shakes through the release, her legs struggling to hold her upright while the waves tear through her. Her mouth tightens again around me while her body pulses uncontrollably around the handle.
