I was close, so close. I just needed a bit more…
And then he pressed down with his tongue while sucking hard and I came, stars exploding across my eyes. All my muscles locked down, my body tensing as I rode it out. Nathan didn't stop, just kept working me through it.
Finally, the pleasure subsided, but he kept going.
"Stop," I groaned. "I can't take any more."
But he continued his ministrations, not giving me a moment to recover.
"Stop, stop!" I half-yelped, half-giggled as I squirmed against him. "It's too much."
Then I remembered.
"Red!" I shrieked. "Red red red!"
He stopped, pulling away. I let out a choked sigh, feeling relieved but also deprived. If it weren't for my stupid body becoming too sensitive, I would have let him continue for hours.
Nathan came to rest against me, pressing up against my sweat-glistened skin. He traced a finger along my wrists.
"How did you enjoy that?" he asked.
I couldn't see his expression through the blindfold, but I could hear the smug, self-satisfied smile. I couldn't blame him for it. That had been amazing, and I told him as much.
"You're the amazing one." He gently uncuffed my hands and removed the blindfold. I blinked, my eyes getting used to the light again. When I could focus, I saw Nathan staring at me. That hunger was there, just as I'd imagined, but it was muted, less rabid.
"Watching you squirm against my tongue is the hottest thing I've ever seen," he said.
I flushed, more pleased with myself than I probably should have been.
"So how did you enjoy the handcuff thing?" he asked.
"I really liked it," I said. "Not knowing what you were going to do next, not being able to touch you… it was hot in a weird way. But next time I want to watch you. Or—" I gave him an evil smirk. "Maybe next time you can be the one in handcuffs."
His eyes narrowed in amusement. "Would you like that?"
I paused. "I don't know, actually. But I've been experimental enough for now. Let's save that for later."
Nathan nodded and cuddled me to his chest.
"Can you stay the night?" he asked. "Or will your parents worry?"
An awkward feeling came over me. "I told them I was going to have an early night after my shift," I said. "They probably think I'm already in bed."
Nathan waited a beat. "They still don't know about me, do they?"
I hesitated. "No," I finally said. "I don't want them to worry."
"Do you think they wouldn't approve of me?" he asked.
I wondered if this was going to be the "I want to meet your parents" conversation. I was surprised Nathan was the one who'd brought it up first.
"Bringing home a tattooed rock star is definitely something they'd never expect from me," I said. "It might give them grey hairs."
"I'm not saying we all need to sit down for a family dinner together," Nathan said, shooting down my original thought. "I just don't like the idea of you lying to your parents."
"Wouldn't be the first time."
"You keep a lot of things from them, don't you?"
