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Who is this temptress inside my head, and what has she done with Camille?
He appears bemused momentarily, but then he obeys and rolls onto his stomach.
I let my eyes feast on his glorious back and ass.
“Damn!” I say. “I was hoping my chair had branded you forever, but there’s no trace of its bite.”
He guffaws and flips onto his back again. “Take me in your hand.”
It’s my turn to obey without discussion.
Eagerly, I grab his cock. He draws a sharp breath. I hold him, letting my thumb brush the slick crown. His face contorts with sensation. I tighten my grip and begin to stroke. That warm, hard, smooth yet slightly grainy thickness in my hand is beyond pleasurable.
Would it feel just as good in my mouth?
I’ve done this before, a few times, during my desperate years. Those were quick blow jobs in a car, with the man’s pants on. I didn’t enjoy them.
Louis moans.
Proud of where I’ve gotten him—both of us—I crawl up and plant a hot kiss on his lips. My body sings at the contact.
“You can do more,” he whispers through the kiss.
“I can and I will.”
I move back down to where I was a moment earlier. The instant my lips touch the tip of his cock, his back spasms. I take him into my mouth. I run my tongue over the head, tasting its salty surface.
He lets out a hoarse groan and his hands come down to my nape. Gripping me, he nudges me down his length while pushing his hips up against me. He’s as deep in my mouth as I can handle.
Louis lifts his head off the pillows. I go rigid at once, but he doesn’t try to take control. Instead, he lets me continue. And I continue pushing myself beyond my comfort zone into the uncharted waters.
Sharply, he stills my head. “Wait!… Give me a sec.”
Shall I? Or shall I push him over the edge?
Without letting him go, I marvel at his features distorted with the pleasure-pain I gave him, giving me the best reward for my efforts.
Oh, how I love that I can look my fill without the pressure of his gaze on me!
That’s what I hated most during those earlier encounters—the man’s lewd, humiliating gaze.
“Please, let me see you,” Louis begs. “Let me touch you all over, lick every part of you from head to toe…”
I stiffen and his voice trails off. To my relief, he doesn’t try to remove the blindfold this time.
“No,” I say.
And, oh wonder of wonders, he leans back on the pillows again. That he listens to me and doesn’t insist is the best thing he could do to reassure me that everything will be all right.
When I pull away, his entire body twists in need.
“Would you happen to have a condom somewhere?” I ask.
“Nightstand,” he croaks. “On my left.”
I reach over to the nightstand and fumble until my fingers meet the foil. I rip one packet open. He helps me put it on. Hiking up the hem of my gown, I take off my drenched panties and toss them aside.
And then I straddle his hips and ease myself onto him. My aching center is wet and ready. There’s no chafing and not the slightest hint of discomfort despite his respectable size. As I sink down on his cock, sensation after glorious sensation washes over me. When I put my full weight on him and press our flesh together, a guttural moan escapes my throat.
