Her apartment door creaks open. Months without her touch. My heart hammers like a drum in my chest. Sweat beads on my skin despite the heat. I step in, calling her name. Silence. Then her hands clamp over my eyes from behind. Soft whisper: ‘Keep them closed.’ A silk scarf binds my vision tight. Blind. Tension coils in my gut.
She leads me into her bedroom. Jasmine scent wraps around us, thick and intoxicating. ‘Sit on the bed edge,’ she murmurs. I obey. Her fingers slip off my light shoes. Heat pulses between us. She unbuttons my shirt, one by one. Chest hair exposed, soft under her palms. Throat dry, pulse racing. She presses a juicy grape to my lips. Sweet burst. Did she rub it on her wet pussy first? Fuck, the thought hardens me.
The Fever
Shirt gone. Goosebumps from the breeze. She stands me up. Belt unbuckled, pants buttons popped. Trousers slide to my ankles. Step out. Just my string thong now. Her hands caress my bare ass cheeks, slow, teasing. Finger trails my crack, barely covered. She presses behind me. Heavy C-cup tits squash against my back. Red balconette bra, garter belt, sheer black stockings whispering with every move. Her tiny thong guards her slick heat.
Arms snake around my waist. Fingers knead my balls, stroke my cock through the fabric. It swells, strains the pouch. She tugs the string down, off. Naked. Fully erect now, throbbing. Shivers rack me. She circles, feather-light touches everywhere but my dick. Torso, arms, belly. Back, ass, crack—finger dips low, balls brush. Legs part instinctively. She avoids my shaft, building agony.
‘Lie back in the center.’ I do, pulse thundering. ‘No moving. No touching the blindfold.’ Rustles fill the room. Her clothes hit the floor. She keeps stockings and garters—black and red contrast I crave. Naked beside me, skin fever-hot.
Caresses resume. Circles near my cock, now semi-hard. Thumb and finger peel back foreskin. Pink head gleams. Cool breath—jerk upward. Teeth graze it, nibble. Tongue flicks. It surges, thickens in her mouth. Veins pulse. Pubes frame the beast.
She climbs off. Footsteps. Something cool on my abs—chocolate mousse smeared over my fuzz. Tongue laps, slow then ravenous. Devours me like prey. Cock points skyward. Lube tube squirts. Slick hands glide my shaft. Fresh, warm. Other hand lubes her ass pucker.
The Blaze
Straddles me. Tight ring kisses my head. Sinks down slow. Inch by inch, she impales. Fills her ass. She controls the rhythm, dominating. Blindfold rips off. Her eyes burn into mine, tits bouncing.
She dismounts. Presses tits to my face. Suck hard nipples. Pussy grinds to my mouth. Tongue dives in, laps her soaked folds, clit throbbing. She arches, moans rip from her.
Hand reaches back, jerks my cock. Edges me wild. Pussy floods. Can’t hold. She shifts, grabs my obelisk cock, slams down. Vaginal grip vise-tight. Her scream echoes mine. I buck up.
Ride turns feral. Grabs my hands—break the rules—squeeze her tits, pinch nipples. She bounces, grinds, pussy clenching. Sweat slicks our skin. Hearts sync in frenzy. Edge hits. We shatter together. Cum erupts deep. Bodies convulse. She collapses, panting.
Skin still burns. Aftershocks ripple. Evening’s just starting. More fire awaits.