The blindfold pressed against my eyes, devoid from sight. I left my faith into his hands.

'Careful.' He whispered. He took my hands in his and got up, I followed his movements without questioning. I leant forward with a burning desire to continue our kiss. Instead, he turned me around and placed his hands my hips. Walking closely behind me, he guided me through the room.

Robbed of my eyesight, my other senses caught up with me. A candle crackled, rain poured down on the roof. Thunder rumbled in the night sky. My clumsy footsteps shuffled over the wooden panels.

'Where are-' I stutter, staring into the darkness.

'Trust me.' He replies innocently.

My knee bumped against the bed. We stopped. He's still behind me. His warm hand touched my shoulder, his other pulled down the zipper on the back of my red summer dress. He turned me back around, towards him. I sensed his hot breath flow over my chest like an inviting summer breeze. He finally kissed me again. A quiet moan escaped his lips. I could swear I could hear him smile. He kissed my shoulder, gently moved aside the strap of my dress. The fabric, almost silk-like to the touch, slides off them hesitantly. It passes over my exposed breasts and ends up on the floor, a crumpled up faded memory.

After I've laid down on my back, I felt him come closer. I couldn't see his movements, didn't knew what to expect. He grabbed my hands, brought them above my head. With a quick move, his right hand locked both my wrist together.

I laid there, eagerly awaiting his touch. I giggled nervously, impatient as I was.

I startled when he sucked on my nipple. All sensations seemed stronger, more intense. He took his time, squeezing my feverish flesh, caressing my most sensitive spots.

He works his way down, trying not to miss a single spot, while I kept my hands where he left them. I felt myself become wetter by every kiss he planted on my scorching, needy skin. I heard him take off his shirt, or so I loved to believe. I couldn't take it anymore. I reached out for him, I wanted to pull him close. But I reached for air, nothingness.

'Come here.' I mumble, my voice sultry.

'No. Lie down.' He confidently replied, sliding further down.

A teasing kiss, on the inner side of my thigh. I shuddered, shaking leg briefly. Couldn't control it. With one hand on my knee I felt him move, his tongue finding its way to the most sensitive part of my body. I could feel the taste buds of his tongue, swirling around, driving me into a high. Bound by darkness, no detail escaped me. My mind became hazy, hypnotized by the intoxicating sensations that came over me. I felt myself surrender completely, allowing him to devour me.

Lovingly I played with his hair as he kept pleasuring me. As I arched my back, I let my hands run over the sheets. With every smooth movement by his flat, wicked tongue, I grabbed them more tightly. I trusted my hips forward and wiggled around, felt my legs stiffen. Unable to hide my desire, I moan his name to urge him to continue.

The room was like a furnace from the heat of the pleasure he gave me.

He stops.

'Don't stop!' I almost screamed. I let go of the sheets and I notice my hands are a little damp.

I came up, sat up straight. My breathing was ragged, my heart pounding in places I wasn't used to anymore. I could feel he had undressed already. His lips found mine and skin against skin, my breasts pressed against his chest, we kissed deeply. He guides me back down, without letting go. But I thought otherwise.

I wiggled out from under him and with one push, palm flat on his chest, I made him lie down. I straddled him and let his throbbing erection enter me, pushing inside me. I removed my blindfold, threw it away without looking; our eyes locked.

'So you finally got too curious, hm?' He chuckled suggestively, his voice hot. A raging fire ignited in his eyes.

I leant my wrists on the headboard, finding my balance. My hips rocked back and forth, his hands firmly groping them, moving in sync with our rhythm. I stared at the tantalizing expression on his face shamelessly. I reveled it in, enjoyed it. It turned me on like nothing else.

'Oh sh-' He stuttered, biting his lower lip. I heard him grunt deeply and grinned at him, pleased by his reaction. Carelessly I let my head fall back, my hair tickling the skin of my upper back. His hands reached for my breasts, teasingly pinching my hard nipples. We got lost in our pace, each thrust following the next one faster and faster.

I felt myself nearing my breaking point. He pleasured me with his fingers, ran his other hand over my back from neck to bottom. I placed my hands back on the headboard and allowed him to take control of movement. I lifted myself up a little and got lost by his deeper, more possessive thrusts. His eyes danced over my face, my breasts... My muscles tensed up, I could feel an itch inside my thigh.

I rose up and shivered, unable to hold back any longer. I moaned loudly, my breath stuttering. The euphoric trip reached its climax. A couple more thrusts follow and I see him frown, eyes closed. His nails dig in my skin, exposing the amount of pleasure he experienced.

We pause, our uneven breathing floating through the room.

'That... was amazing.' He says, only now releasing me from his grasp.

We laid on the bed, whispering sweet nothings in each other ears. Our bodies exhausted, trembling from the aftermath.

'Tomorrow.' He suddenly mumbled.

'What about tomorrow?' I smiled at him, enjoying the relaxed vibe I was in. I reach for my pack of smokes on the night table and light one up.

'Let's make it the last job. Promise me, Cath.' He sounded as if he was about to fall asleep within the next seconds. Under the sheets, he nestled his head on my chest. I leant my chin against him and wrapped my arm around him.

'I promise. Tomorrow's the last. After that, we're out of business.' I calm him, placing a soft kiss on his head. 'For good this time.'

I stared at the candles, some were already quenched, others were burning low. The storm seemed to have passed, the rainfall calmed down. I wanted to stay in this moment forever, holding him safe in my arms. A new life. Another one. But this time, I knew exactly what I was getting myself into.

'We'll make this work. We don't need-' I started, but my words stopped in their tracks.

For a while, I watched him sleep. He looked so at ease, so peaceful. I closed my eyes and drifted away into sleep. But my mind shifted. If I had a cap for every time my sister told me 'If it's too good to be true, it probably is', I could've stepped out of the mercenary business a long time ago. She was always the most cynic of us two, but she was often proved right in the end.

My last thought that night was wishing this wasn't one of the times.