I hesitate for a moment before placing it over her eyes, torn between wanting to see her beautiful face and keeping my anonymity. Giving her a glass of wine, I feel both contentment and turmoil as I watch her drink. This simple act stirs up emotions I thought I had under control. Clearing my throat, I quickly put the glass back on the tray, trying to push away these confusing feelings.
"Would you like me to feed you?" I ask, as if she has a choice.
She tilts her head slightly, as if considering it, then finally nods. "Please."
My heart beats faster at her concession. Picking up a forkful of pasta, I bring it to her lips, watching as she parts them and takes the food into her mouth. The sight is both incredibly intimate and sensual, causing me to fall further under her spell. She hums appreciatively between bites, praising the flavor and my cooking skills.
We continue this way until the plate is empty - me feeding her; her reveling in every bite. Finishing the last of the pasta, I set down the fork and pick up a napkin to dab at the corners of her mouth. Her lips part slightly as I do and my self-control nearly shatters. The desire to lean in and capture those lips with mine is overwhelming, but I pull back just in time.
I hesitantly ask, "Is it alright if I sleep here with you?" The words catch me off guard just as much as they do her.
"I would love that," she responds with a smile, and I quickly stand up to retrieve the tray. As I place it on the nightstand, I watch her climb into bed.
Walking around to the other side, I turn off the light and join her under the covers. "ZW?" I inquire, and she lets out a soft chuckle before resting her head on my chest.
"DH?" she playfully retorts, causing me to smile as I pull her closer. "Do you always brand women you sleep with?”
I laugh, gazing up at the dark ceiling illuminated by slivers of moonlight. "No, actually. You're the first person to give me the urge to. It's going to be difficult to say goodbye tomorrow."
She nods against my chest, making a soft humming sound in agreement. Despite our shared affection, we both know there is a looming deadline for us to part ways.
"This was supposed to be a shared experience in a safe space, with no strings attached," she says, her voice wavering in the darkness. But I can feel the tension between us, and I know she's not convinced of what she's saying.
I can only reply with a simple "I know" before closing my eyes and trying to push away the conflicting feelings inside me.
52
Sunday Morning
The soft glow of morning light filters through my window, casting a warm blanket over the room. As I slowly come to consciousness, I feel strong arms wrapped around me, Blade's body pressed against mine. His hot breath caresses my face as I reach up to touch his features. My blindfold prevents me from seeing, so I let my hands explore for me. Tracing the line of his jaw with my fingertips, I move up to feel the roughness of his stubble. Continuing my journey, I press lightly against his lips, savoring the gentle parting as he emits a soft sigh.
My hand continues its exploration, moving down his neck and shoulder and arm. I drag my fingers gently along his chest and stomach until they reach the band of his boxers. Hesitating for a moment, I brush lightly over the fabric before he stops me with a soft groan, capturing my hand in his own. "Red," he murmurs against my hair in a husky voice filled with sleepiness that reverberates through me.
Lifting my chin to meet his lips, I let him claim them in a slow, sleepy kiss. As he releases my hand, mine moves beneath the fabric of his boxers to wrap around the base of his hard cock, stroking at a leisurely pace.
He inhales sharply at the touch of my fingers on him, rousing from sleep. Though I can't see his face behind the blindfold, I can sense his reactions - the way he stiffens slightly under my touch, how his breath hitches as my thumb glides over the tip of him. His grip on my hair tightens just enough to remind me of his growing need.
Gently shifting myself on top of him and straddling his hips, I feel the friction between us draw a low growl from his lips as he instinctually grips my waist. Guided by touch alone, I align myself with him and slowly lower onto his cock, relishing in the sensation that makes me gasp and take in a sharp breath as I adjust to his size.
His hands on my hips guide our movements, setting a pace that's slow yet relentless. Despite the blindfold blocking my vision, the connection between us feels stronger than ever. This is a different Blade with me this morning - his touches are gentle as they travel up to cup my breasts through my shirt. Every thrust sends waves of pleasure radiating through me, pulling soft moans from my lips that are quickly swallowed up by Blade's own as he captures them in a searing kiss.
As he sits up, his body pressing against mine, he lifts my shirt over my head and tosses it aside. Wrapping my legs around him, I shudder at the feeling of his stubble brushing against my neck as he trails kisses down to my shoulder. His fingers trace a path down my spine, causing me to arch against him. He cups my ass, holding me up as he continues to thrust into me. As our pace quickens, the sound of our bodies slamming together fills the room.
"I can't hold back much longer," Blade warns me in a low growl against my ear. "You feel too good."
Barely able to gather enough breath, I gasp, “Then let go.”
With one final grunt, he does. His body tenses as he climaxes, his arms tightening around me as he slams upward one last time. The intense pleasure triggers my orgasm and I cry out, clinging to Blade as waves of ecstasy run through every inch of my body.
My skin is slick with sweat, and my breath comes in heavy pants as Blade holds me close. His lips trail lazy kisses along my shoulder, eliciting soft moans from me. "I should go make breakfast," he finally says, breaking the peaceful silence. “I have to take you home."
The energy in the room shifts as Blade presses a gentle kiss to my lips before setting me back on the bed. I hear him moving around the room, his footsteps faltering for a moment. "Red," he begins cautiously, uncertainty lacing his voice.
"Yeah?" I respond, sitting up and turning toward his voice.
"Do you want me to remove the blindfold?" he asks softly, his words almost hesitant.
I pause, considering his offer. If he removes the blindfold, then I will see his face - something that has been carefully kept hidden between the four of us.
