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MERCEDES
We stumbled into Sam's apartment laughing and kissing, his hands on my hips.
"Where should I have you," he asked me between kisses. "The sofa? The dining table? The living room floor?"
"What's wrong with the bedroom?" I asked, fumbling with his bow tie.
"Ah, a traditionalist," he said. "If you prefer the bedroom, the bedroom it shall be."
With that he unzipped my dress and slid it to the floor, then stopped, confounded by my shape-wear.
I giggled at his expression...
"You have to go into the bedroom and wait for me," I said. "Taking this stuff off is really undignified."
"Whatever the lady wants," he said. Then he winked at me and strolled down the hallway towards his bedroom.
Alone, I peeled down the shape-wear and worked to ease it over my hips.
Rose had said it was absolutely necessary to preserve the line of the dress, but in retrospect, I should've just worn a slip. It would've been easier to take off. And I needed to be naked now.
Sam always did this to me. One touch and my body went from zero to sixty.
I was already swollen with desire just from making out with him in the car. A few kisses, and I was desperate for more.
And since I wasn't wearing any underwear beneath the shape-wear, when I finally struggled out of it, the cool air of the apartment felt refreshing against the overheated flesh between my legs.
Still wearing my heels, I walked down the hallway towards Sam's bedroom.
I probably looked ridiculous strutting around in high heels and no clothes, but I thought he would like it, and that was the only thing that mattered.
I stopped in the doorway and struck a pose, one arm over my head...
Sam was shirtless and unzipping his trousers, but he paused with his hands on his fly and gazed at me.
I suddenly felt foolish, but I held my pose. And the heat in his eyes made my mouth go dry.
Whatever I thought about myself, he found me desirable. And it made me feel powerful that I could make a man like him look at me like that.
"You need to come over here right now," he said and shoved his pants down over his hips.
He was wearing his usual black boxer-briefs underneath, and I let myself stare at his strong thighs, his ass and the heavy bulge of his erection.
Most of the time he was so well-dressed and civilized, all buttoned-up and tidy, and it was easy to forget what lay beneath all of that...
Under the clothing and the polished manners, Sam Evans was a man and he was used to getting what he wanted.
And what he wanted right now, was me.
I crossed the floor and stood in front of Sam, my skin prickling and my nipples hard. Even with my heels on, he was still tall enough that I felt small and delicate beside him.
And I liked that feeling, like he would protect me from all the dark things in the world, the monsters in the closet and the wolves in the forest.
He slid his hands down my bare back, over the curve of my ass and squeezed gently.
"How much do you trust me?" he asked.
What a loaded question...
Did he want me to give him an exact amount? Or a percentage?
"I trust you," I said, hedging my bets.
He grinned.
"That's a non-answer. You'd do well in the boardroom." He moved one hand lower, sliding between my legs, dipping into my wet slit and teasing at me. "You can use your safe-word."
"I know," I said. Of course I did. I didn't think there was any way that I could forget it.
"Will you use it if you need to?" he pressed, his fingers rubbing my clit and making my breath catch in my throat like a fish-hook.
"I'll use it," I said.
"Excellent!"
Our eyes caught and the memory of the last time I'd used my safe-word passed between us. It was a little painful, but it had turned out okay.
Sam smiled, a wry twist of his mouth and pushed his fingers into me, a sudden thrust, pressing me open.
I arched my back, sinking deeper onto his fingers, welcoming the intrusion.
The alchemy of our bodies created fire between us, just like always, turning all of my molecules into gold. And I felt hot and open around him, aching, wanting more and still just wanting to relish what I had now.
It was already so good that wanting anything more would be greedy. But I was greedy. And I wanted everything that Sam could give me, all at once, no holding back.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured, mouthing at my neck and the soft skin behind my ear. Then he slid his other arm around my lower back, holding me close against him, so I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and clung to him, relying on him to hold me up while he slowly made all of my muscles liquefy.
And liquefy they did. Because my knees wobbled and my thighs quivered. And I would've melted to the floor if he wasn't holding me up.
I throbbed and burned, speared on his fingers, wanting him... I wanted him all the time, day and night, every moment of my life.
Even when he held me so close that we breathed into each other's mouths.
"I'm going to make you come like this," he said. "You have to hold on. Can you do that for me? Don't let go."
"I won't," I said, already breathless, so hot and bothered that it was hard to make sense of his words.
"You wouldn't want to disappoint me," he said.
I opened my mouth to respond, and then he twisted his fingers and erased every thought from my mind.
He sunk his fingers deeper into me, thrusting in until his palm rested firmly against my pubic bone.
His hand ground against my clit, a steady pressure that made my head spin.
He seemed to know everything about my body and every way to touch me that would make my nerves light up.
Then he curled his fingers inside me, pushing firmly and rhythmically against something that made me feel like there was a rubber band being stretched taut behind my navel.
And I clung to his shoulders, breathing in shallow pants, feeling myself starting to lose control.
It was a long, slow slide down into the deep place where I stopped caring about anything but the way Sam made my body feel.
I couldn't move much or get any leverage...not if I wanted to stay balanced in my shoes.
And so, he had me completely at his mercy. He took full advantage, teasing me relentlessly, rubbing his thumb over my clit in strokes that were too slow to be anything but deliberate torment.
He kissed me and murmured things about how I was sexy and beautiful and perfect, but he wouldn't move faster and give me the relief I needed.
It was maddening...
I was as tight as a bow, pinned between his mouth and his hand.
I needed more friction, more movement, but I couldn't lift up onto my toes to ride his fingers because I was already balanced on the balls of my feet.
I was trapped, exactly where he wanted me.
And then, after an endless molten span of time, he pulled away...
I clung to Sam, my knees buckling, and he held me up with his arm firmly around my waist and said,
"You're a mess, sweetheart. You've had enough already?"
"No," I said, because I wanted more. But then I said, "Yes," because I'd had plenty of his teasing.
He chuckled and said,
"Well, that's clear."
I wanted to explain what I meant, but I couldn't think of the right words. So I let my body speak for me and pressed my hips against his in a silent plea.
"So impatient," he said. "You know I always take care of you."
At that, he slid his hand back between my legs and pressed his fingers into me again, but then drew them out and slid further back until his fingertips teased at the furled opening of my ass.
I went rigid, every muscle clenching in tandem.
Was he really going to...
"Breathe," he said. "I'll stop if you don't like it. But I think you might like it."
I exhaled, and nodded slowly. This must be why he had asked me how much I trusted him. Well, I did trust him... Enough to try it and enough to believe that he would stop if I asked him to.
Sam spent several minutes doing nothing but rubbing gently at my opening, getting me used to the idea.
As he kept going, I gradually relaxed and started focusing on how my body felt.
It was strange, but not bad. Not bad at all, really.
I was sensitive and swollen and every movement of his fingers sent waves of pleasure rolling through my lower body, like a flooding river rising and threatening to overflow its banks.
"How're you feeling?" he asked.
"A little...weird."
"I can stop," he said, leaning in to kiss my cheek.
"No, it's okay," I said. My face felt ten degrees hotter. "I'm okay. I trust you."
It was embarrassing to admit that I wasn't totally repulsed by what he was doing, that I wanted him to keep going and see what happened.
I was so wet between my legs that I could feel my arousal sliding down my thighs...
"You're doing fine," Sam said.
I just nodded my head and waited...
Momentarily, he slid his long fingers back into me and started moving them in and out.
After a while, he slid his fingers out of me leaving me achingly empty. I made a protesting noise and he laughed softly. While his other arm stayed where it was, snug around my waist, holding me up.
"You'd better take off those shoes now, sweetheart," he said.
With my legs trembling, I stepped out of my shoes and planted my feet on the carpet. Sam was suddenly several inches more taller than me and I leaned my forehead against the center of his chest, wanting that comfort.
He ran his hand up and down my back soothing me, bringing me back down to earth.
"Are you okay? Should we stop?" he asked.
I shook my head mutely, rolling my forehead against his bare chest.
"Then you're going to do exactly what I say," he said, and I shivered at the commanding note in his voice.
And then he bent and lifted me into his arms and carried me over to the bed.
Sam tossed me down onto the mattress, not gently, and climbed onto the bed beside me.
He pulled me on top of him, positioning me so that I was straddling his hips, his shaft nestling hot and hard between the cheeks of my ass.
"Do you want to be on top, little girl? You can pretend you're in charge for once and see if you can make yourself scream."
"I'm not... What should I do?" I asked.
We both knew that I wasn't really in charge and I needed him to tell me what he expected, what I was supposed to do next.
"You need help? That's fine."
At that, he opened the drawer in the bedside table and removed a condom and a scrap of cloth.
As I watched, he rolled on the condom and beckoned me to lean forward.
'Well, of course,' I told myself. He obviously wanted to have sex with me blindfolded, but somehow, it hadn't sunk in until that moment.
I chewed on my lower lip, both anxious and aroused.
He gently tied the cloth around my head covering my eyes. I couldn't see.
"How's that?" he asked.
"It's fine. I can't see anything."
"That's the idea, sweetheart."
Suddenly, I felt him take my hands...and tied them together. Then he placed them on top of his stomach.
"What...?" I started.
"Shh! Lift up," he said, and I did, pushing down on his chest and up onto my knees.
He positioned the head of his shaft at my entrance, rubbing lightly, teasing, and I was on fire. I was burning.
I sank down on his thick manhood, breathing through my mouth as my body adjusted to the intrusion.
He was big and hard and I opened slowly around him, my body surrendering, millimeter by millimeter, as I took him into me.
It burned, and I breathed through it, waiting for the pain to subside, and then it did all at once, and I pushed down fully seated on his hard dick.
Sam filled me so completely that there was no room left for oxygen or thought, not in the entire universe, or for the rest of time.
"Good," he said, rubbing his hands up and down my thighs in long strokes. "You feel so good, Mercedes."
I tossed my hair back over my shoulder like a pro...without the use of my sight and my hands of course. And I discovered I liked being on top. I like feeling as though I had him at my mercy.
In this position, I wasn't sure how to move, but I rolled my hips experimentally and moaned aloud at the way his erection dragged against my sensitive flesh.
It was pleasure and pain mixed together, and so good that I never wanted it to end.
Sam curled his hands around my hips but didn't try to control my movements, he just held me lightly and let me do what I wanted.
The sensations created from not being able to see was unbelievable, but I missed seeing his gorgeous green eyes, so full of dark light that gazing into them was like falling down a well.
Whenever we made love, his eyes are always trying to tell me something or always trying to share with me some powerful emotion that I couldn't name...or was afraid to. I usually looked away, too overwhelmed.
And I had no doubt that they were doing the same now.
I rode Sam slowly at first, learning how I should move and at what speed, learning how he felt inside me and how my body opened to accept him.
More than ever, I felt like we were made to fit each other, two puzzle pieces clicking together, and the space between us where we joined turned everything into light.
It frightened me...
There were plenty of men in the world other than him, and I told myself that many of them could probably make me feel this way too.
But what if that wasn't true?
What if it was something particular about Sam Evans?
The way he looked at me, the way he touched me like my body belonged to him?
It was all too intense, like we had tapped into something bigger than ourselves.
"You feel incredible!" he roared and I tried to look down at him... tried to plant my hands on his shoulders to give me leverage. But I couldn't. "You've never done this before."
It wasn't a question.
"No," I admitted. And told myself I didn't need to be embarrassed. There were probably plenty of women who hadn't tried this. And it wasn't like he was accusing me of being totally inexperienced and helpless.
"Good," he said, his hands tightening on my hips. "I wouldn't want anyone else to have seen you like this."
I swallowed...
"Like what?"
"You look like someone has told you a wonderful secret," he said, and when I pushed down against him, he pushed up, driving himself deep into my body.
I cried out with the pleasure of it.
And I had to speed up after that. I couldn't wait any longer. Everything felt too good and I'd been waiting so long already.
I worked my hips against Sam growing more confident and he slid one hand between my legs and began stroking my clit, driving me closer and closer to the edge.
I arched my back, taking him even deeper, feeling a heat and pressure in my lower belly that made my eyes roll back in my head.
Suddenly, he pinched my clit between two fingers and squeezed...
I came hard and without warning.
Usually I could tell when I was close, but this time it took me unawares and I bent over Sam feeling my whole body shake.
He stroked me through it, relentless, until I was too sensitive to bear his touch anymore and tried to squirm away.
Then he flipped me over, snatch the blindfold off and undid my hands.
A wild look was in his eyes and drove into me fast and hard, over and over until he shuddered and gasped in my arms.
Afterwards, he spent a long time kissing me and stroking my hair, telling me how good I had been, how well I did and how he was proud of me.
I felt so warm, so safe, so wanted and so cared for lying there as he softened inside me and told me how perfect I was.
And to my horror, I started crying...
Sam instantly pushed up onto his elbows, gazing down at me with concern.
"What's wrong? Mercedes?"
"Nothing, nothing," I said, sniffling, trying to get myself under control. "I'm just... I feel so..." I trailed off. I didn't know how to describe what I was feeling.
"Hey," he said. Then he leaned down and kissed me on the forehead. "It's okay. I know."
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