Blind Passion: Intimate Encounters Volume I (6 page)

She picked up the condom beside them, and freed it from the gold foil. Her fingers shook as they fumbled, together, eventually covering his engorged cock. They kissed for several moments before Ethan focused his attentions to her breasts.

“Definitely more than a handful,” he whispered before pushing them together and suckling on both nipples at once.

“Bite them,” she whispered. “Oh, yes. Suck my nipples, harder,” she pleaded, thrusting her pelvis against his hard body.

“Is this what you wish,” he asked playfully, before grazing a nipple with his teeth. His tongue soothed the pain, and she gasped when he blew on them. He did this several times, making her head spin. Diane sighed as he stopped and rolled them between his thumbs and forefingers, applying more pressure in between bites. The man was such a connoisseur of the foreplay. She had never known her body to react in such a way with anyone else.  

“Yes, oh, baby, please,” she begged, pulling him close so they were at eye level. “I want you, now!” she commanded.  

“So, ready for me at last?” he breathed against her neck.

“Yes.” she purred, wrapping her legs around his large frame. The hair on his crotch tickled her sensitive flesh and she purposely increased the friction. Diane rubbed her flesh against his cock, and almost got herself off.

He shut his eyes for a few moments and moaned. “Fuck, your pussy feels so good against me babe,” he said in a husky voice. They kissed several times, teasing each other.

“I want you so much, until it makes me crazy,” Ethan whispered against Diane’s cheek before possessively brushing his lips against hers. Passions escalating, their tongues dueled as he guided the head of his cock against her slick opening, making her crazy with each passing minute. Diane bucked against his hardness as he prolonged her agony; his body pinning her against the sofa.

“Don’t tease Ethan, please—don’t tease me,” she gasped in a choked whisper. “Oh god, what are you trying to do to me?”




The devil of a man chuckled before nibbling her neck and running his tongue against the aching spot, while continuing to pin her hips against the sofa with his. Diane enjoyed his earthly masculine scent and the feel of his body hair brushing against her sensitive skin. His grasp was strong as steel. Soon she realized she could stay in his strong embrace forever.




“Baby, I’m not teasing,” he assured her. “I’ve got to take my time with you, that’s all. Let’s not rush this,” he commanded gently. His voice was hypnotic and seductive all in one setting. “If we have to start over and over again until the sun rises, and sets again, then that’s what we’ll do.” His voice was filled with so much promise and passion as he continued worshipping her with firm, demanding lips.




Promise hung heavy in the air as she released a long awaited breath. Diane’s cunt gushed like Niagara Falls when the head of Ethan’s cock parted her lips. Anticipation gripped her as she clenched her teeth, succumbing to his slow invasion of her body. Impatiently, she grabbed his shoulders and lifted her hips off the sofa, in an effort to force him in, but he was prepared for that.




“Oh no, my pet,” he said with a wicked chuckle. “Not yet,” he teased before gently nibbling her neck and easing his way from her wanton body. Once more he entered Diane, this time penetrating her deeply, slowly stretching--filling her sex-starved body as a muffled plea escaped her parted lips.

“Slow, hard, and deep,” he murmured into her ears as her pussy milked his cock. She could feel it throbbing deep inside as the head tapped her cervix. “Repeat it,” he commanded.



“What?”

She really shouldn’t have been shocked. Ethan enjoyed catching her off guard.




“Repeat what I just said, or I swear I’ll stop what I’m doing,” he insisted with one hard thrust into her sex.



He held it there, deep inside her burning aching body, his fingers threading through her thick mane. God, there was something so electrifying about his touch that sent erotic bolts of passion throughout her entire body. She could barely swallow as her pussy clenched around his rock hard sheath.




“
Slow
.” Her voice trembled and cracked on the word, ending on a whisper. Would this satisfy him, she wondered while clearing her throat just before Ethan pounded inside her. “Uh, fuck, baby,” she screamed hoarsely.




Ethan paused, his eyes piercing her soul. “
Finish it
,” he demanded in a harsh tone, making the hair on the back of her neck stand on end and her nipples swell tighter than before. “I want to hear you speak those words now.”




“Slow—“Ethan’s pace quickened.

“Slow, hard---“She grimaced as he fisted a handful of her hair and pulled. “Slow-hard---and deep!” she screamed cried out. “Fuck me, please fuck me!” She begged him.




“Yes my darling,” Ethan panted while fucking her hard, forcing Diane to dig her nails deeper into the man’s back. He enjoyed it, she knew. With every scratch, he released a hiss, egging her on.




“Harder,” he demanded in a gruff tone. “I love to feel my little hellcat’s claws digging into my fucking back.”




She obliged. “Uhh—Oh, please,” She moaned, digging her nails deeper into his sweaty back, enjoying the feel of rippling muscles beneath the palms of her hands that gravitated to his backside. She squeezed, he moaned, and held himself inside her as he ravished her with a French kiss. With a groan, she yanked his blond locks as her teeth sank into his neck.




“Ohh, so you like to bite, do you?” Ethan asked while pumping vigorously inside her for a few seconds.




“You know it. Give me more,” she demanded in a firm tone, not believing her words. Had she demanded this man to give her what she desired? How the hell had she managed to throw caution to the wind and become so comfortable with her neighbor—a stranger? Well, to her he wasn’t a stranger. Each moment they spent together had brought them closer. She was completely at ease with him and felt as though she could tell him anything. Never in her life had she experienced this—total freedom, the company of another.




Now, since he’d given her what she desired, Diane tightened her legs firmly around his body. She winced as he continued drilling deep inside her, and even delivered an equally painful bite to her neck.




“I love to bite too,” he added breathlessly as his strokes grew more demanding, each thrust tearing forth a wounded cry from Diane’s lips. He slowed his pace, almost brought her to orgasm before stopping. “You should know, I can prolong this all night. We can do it the easy way or the hard way,” he offered. Challenge dripped from his words. “Are you up for the challenge, beautiful?”




Diane smiled and tightened her muscles around him. “You know I can take anything you dish out,” she promised, before raking her nails along his body. Her aching pussy twitched as he stretched her wider, tapping against her cervix. His hot breath felt so good against her face and neck as he held himself inside her.

Tongues entwined once more, they kissed for what seemed like an eternity as his strokes lead her to the beginning of her orgasm. Her body trembled, and the tension within her belly coiled, eventually escalating and centering on her clitoris. She was on the edge—so painfully close. Silently she prayed he wouldn’t deny her.




Ethan interrupted the kiss. “Ah, good, then you won’t mind being a little sore in the morning,” he added while driving his cock inside her in a moderate fashion. “Umm, so wet.” 



“This is all your fault,” Diane insisted, feeling the coiling sensation in the pit of her stomach heighten. “Oh, I’m so close Ethan, but I don’t want it to end.” To her own ears, her voice was pleading—needy. Disappointment set in when he slowed his pace.

“I want—no, need so much more of you,” he whispered. “Don’t worry, this won’t end so soon.”




“How much more of myself can I give,” she murmured as he prompted her to release her legs from around his large frame.




“So much more,” he replied while rising to his knees.




Her entire body exploded with excitement, watching chiseled muscles flexing with every move he made. Such a beautiful man he was, on the inside as well as the outside. Not only had he given her the power to voice her needs, he made her laugh, made her feel again. As far as she could tell, the man possessed no flaws. He focused all his attentions on her needs, scarcely giving her the chance to focus on his, but she’d make up for that she swore silently. He was perfect. In a way, that frightened her, but she had to live for the moment, she kept telling herself and not worry with the future. Where had he been all her life?




“I’ll give you anything—“He breathed. She cringed when she witnessed a flash of sadness in his eyes. “If only—”




“What’s wrong Ethan?” She wanted to comfort him. He’d let his guard down.

Quickly, he smiled, but it was too late. She’d seen the hurt in his eyes. Something from his past ate at him, but what was it?

Chapter Eight

Ethan was no more than a gentle giant. Instinct told her he had so much to offer, but like her, certain scars remained.




He smiled again. “Nothing sweetness,” he tried assuring her. “I’m just overwhelmed with some feelings I never thought I’d experience again, that’s all.




She sat up, pulling him close before cupping his face between her small hands. “I feel the same,” she promised before kissing him.





He needed this---this reassurance that they were one in the same when it came to their feelings. She knew happiness lie ahead, but also beneath the surface lurked unsavory memories from the past, threatening to tear apart any newfound happiness.

They needed one other—If nothing more than to comfort and hold in their darkest moments. She knew they were quite the match. Hell, they were two halves equaling one whole. Her heart melted when he smiled.

Not the sexy domineering smile, but a boyish—nervous, almost innocent smile. He would trust her, she knew—trust in her words, just as she would him.




“Woman, you make me—feel,” he said with a soft sigh. His eyes twinkled just before his seductive gaze returned. Squared jaw set tight, he swallowed as though consumed with hunger.




“So do you,” she replied, knowing what was coming next. She gasped when Ethan flung her legs over his broad shoulders, and slid deep inside her.

Diane reveled in the fact that he craved her. She bit her lip as the large organ pulsated inside slick pussy. Slowly he eased out of her until the head threatened to emerge from its safe, wet haven.



“
Ethan
!” She called his name out as he continued, her cunt accepting every exquisite inch of him. Continuously she voiced her pleasure while arching her hips into his thrusts. He delivered unto her; hard, deep, and fast, strokes, while demonstrating his control over her body.




She loved how one moment Ethan could be rough, then the next, so gentle.


A sheen of sweat had formed on their bodies, and nothing could be heard with the exception of panting and moaning and the slapping of wet flesh needing more than what they were receiving. It turned her on further as he turned to kiss and lick the insides of her knees.




She caressed her breasts, and kneaded her aching nipples. They so needed to be yanked, twisted, and pulled on. Seemingly on instinct, Ethan’s bent down, stretching her legs so her ankles were next to her ears.




“Open yourself to me,” he asked in a husky tone. You’re resisting. I should be deeper inside, but you won’t allow it.”




It was true. She could feel the tension in her legs as pelvic muscles threatened to push him out of her body. When had she tensed? Somehow she’d tightened her vaginal muscles when they assumed this position.



Ethan paused. “Am I hurting you? We can stop,” he insisted.



Eyes misting over, she smiled because the concern he expressed nearly shattered her.

“No, please continue,” she choked out.




“Please don’t lie to me,” Ethan said softy, releasing her legs as though she would break.



Although she tried to conceal it, sobs wracked her body when a distant memory reared its ugly head.




“You never have to lie to spare my feelings, you should know that. I think we should stop.”



She grabbed him before he could pull away. “No, that’s not what I want,” she replied quickly. She wanted him in that rough manner, but at this point in time what she truly needed was the emotional part of love-making she’d never experienced any other time in her life.




Still inside her he bent down, planting soft, reassuring kisses upon her tear-streaked face. Softly, he kissed away the tears while making love to her. “I’ll stop if you want me too, promise.”




“I wish you hadn’t stopped,” she said with regret. The last thing she wanted to do was to disappoint him. Then it hit her. This man was not like selfish lovers of the past, but she still spoke what was on her mind. “We could have finished that—“




Ethan smothered her with a kiss to silence her, then lightly brushed his index finger against her lips as he slowly slid himself in and out of her. “No—that’s not what you need,” he responded with a smile. “That will come later on, when
you
want it.”

They gasped as their bodies gyrated against each other. “We need this,” he murmured with a satisfying sigh. If she didn’t know any better, she’d thought he was close to tears.



As soon as he spoke the words, her body detonated. Like waves crashing against a sandy beach, her orgasm rippled through her core, robbing her of breath as her body shuddered in the aftermath.

His voice soothed her, mentally and physically as she spiraled out of control, amazed at the bond that had been formed between them—with this stranger, the blind man she’d met only a few days earlier.

I’m going to come baby,” Ethan groaned before sucking in a breath. “Diane,” He bit his lip and grunted. Ethan’s release began. “Come with me baby,” he begged, throwing his head back.




Her spasms returned at the sight of his handsome features contorted and how his beautiful hair was matted against his face and neck. Embracing each other, they found comfort and pleasure in the last moments of their lovemaking. For her, it was like the first time. Everything was there, the emotions, the pleasure, and the security.




Together they collapsed in a sweaty pile, their breathing yet to return. Their trembling bodies, totally spent. Ethan slid to the floor, pulling her along with him, locking his lips with hers in a passionate kiss.




Satisfied mentally and physically, she lay between his muscular thighs, resting her head on his broad chest, his arms encircling her body. Gradually, their breathing returned to normal and they were able to speak.




“That was beautiful.” Ethan stroked her cheek. “You were amazing—God, you are amazing.” he breathed, before planting a kiss on top of her head. “We both needed that, more than we knew.”




“I enjoyed it too,” Diane said lazily. She felt like she was glowing, then a slight instance of fear introduced itself to her psyche and she felt him tense when he released a sigh.



“Beauty, we need to talk,” he insisted. “I believe there are some things we both need to get off our chest.” He looked down at her. “Wouldn’t you agree?”



“I couldn’t agree more,” Diane replied as she straightened. “But first, I’d love to shower, then slip beneath the sheets of your bed.”



Ethan laughed as he rose to his feet. “Of course. I was thinking the same thing, but I get the feeling we’ll be spending a fair amount of time in the shower. 



***




As they showered, Ethan and Diane kissed. She groaned with need as he embraced her from behind, his soapy hands washing and caressing every curve of her body. Some places, he lingered longer than others.

She shivered when gentle hands caressed and squeezed her full breasts. Gently he massaged them until she caught herself moaning out loud. She felt his rigid cock nudge against the small of her back, beckoning her to press hard into him—which she did. Reaching around, she cupped and massaged his balls, enjoying their weight in her hands.





“Diane.” A smile curved the edge of her lips when he called her name, while rolling diamond hard nipples between his thumb and forefingers. She panted when his hands explored beneath her breasts.

“You’re going to make me come this way,” he threatened.



She continued massaging his balls, his panting completely egging her on. “Well—if you do, make sure you aim for my ass,” she said in a playful manner. Immediately, he tilted her neck to the side, delivering a passionate bite to the area that always got her going. Nibbling her neck, he allowed one hand to slide down her belly towards the triangle of her pleasure. She squeezed him and he bit harder.




Gasping, Diane spread her legs, allowing Ethan to part her lips with a thick, soapy digit to explore her tender ripe flesh on the inside.




“Mmm,” She moaned roughly as his middle finger invaded her pussy as he continued manipulating her clit with the other. “Fuck!” she grunted, bucking her hips like a mad woman, just before releasing a hoarse cry as her orgasm sliced through her like a knife through warm butter.

High-pitched squeals of pleasure pierced the air as Ethan held his fingers against her g-spot and her body shuddered uncontrollably.




“Ah sweetie,” he moaned against her cheek before exhaling sharply. “Umm, I can feel your pussy convulsing around my fingers—fuck!” He groaned as he continued fucking her with his fingers. “So wet and hot.” Slowly he pulled his fingers out to taste her cream. “Mmmm, I’ve got to eat you again,” he confessed. “Tell me you’ll let me eat that sweet pussy of yours.”




Passion consuming her, Diane turned around and they kissed for what seemed like forever. Ethan broke the connection. “Baby you’ve got to let me eat you, please.” He begged.




“Only if you let me suck,” she breathed as her hand fell towards his hard ass cock. “You’re hard as steel for me,” she mused while stroking his thick shaft. “Mmm,” she moaned while caressing and squeezing the purplish bulbous head. The man was so ready to cum, and she wanted nothing more than to taste the saltiness of his semen.



“Let’s sixty-nine,” she said insisted as she turned off the shower. “I just want to please you.”




“Let’s,” Ethan agreed, as they prepared to exit the shower.



***




Slowly, they eased themselves onto the bed, and Diane noticed her desire had grown once more to have that succulent cock in her mouth.
Ethan lay flat on his back as she mounted him, her cunt hovering mere inches from his face.

“Now who’s teasing who?” he asked, before biting the inside of her thigh. She shivered when he tickled the crease with his tongue on the left side before switching and lavishing the right thigh with the same treatment.




Diane sucked in a breath and grasped his thick cock in her hands. “Eat me,” she said through gritted teeth.




“Oh no dear, I’ll eat once you’re dripping wet. We need to prolong your agony as long as possible.”




“Perhaps I’ll prolong yours,” Diane said and swirled her tongue around the head of his dick. She closed her eyes when his hands squeezed her ass, pulling her towards his mouth. So close---yet so far away, she told herself. His breath grazed her flesh as his probing fingers found the center of her desire.




“Oh yes,” Ethan spoke in a low voice. “Soaked.”



His fingers worked her into a frenzy, and she swallowed him whole. With one hand, she fist pumped his thick cock, her mouth making loud popping sounds.

Diane moaned and explored the plump, heavy balls, possessing the sticky white fluid she sought to consume. Quickly, he encircled his arms around her body, pulling her cunt down on his face. A few swipes of his tongue to her clit and the slurping sounds thrust her over the edge. He spoke, but his words were muffled.





“I’m coming,” Ethan groaned.




She smiled as his cock twitched in her hands while his balls tightened. “Yes baby, come for me,” she coaxed. “Come in my mouth and down my throat,” she insisted.

“Diane,” he raised his hips off the bed, meeting her mouth as she ground her cunt against his face. The bitter fluid burst in her mouth, down her throat, and dribbled along her chin.