NINE
I reached up, sliding the blindfold from my eyes. Darian was standing next to me, unrobed, with his hands under my sheet massaging me. “Where’s Enrique and Alfonse?”
A smirk played on the one side of his mouth, “What? You don’t like this?”
“Well, yes, of course I do.”
“Good,” he said, nodding. “Now put your blindfold back on, and let me finish.”
“But what if they come back?” I giggled at the thought of the masseuses returning to the sight of Darian and me on one of their tables together.
He shook his head. “They won’t be. This is part of the package.”
I watched him a moment, still massaging my upper thigh, and then sighed in agreement before lying back and pulling my blindfold down. His fingers continued further upward until they grazed the bottom of my shaved mound. A tiny sigh escaped my lips.
His hands moved over my groin to my torso, where they continued to explore my midsection. When they reached my breasts, I was already heated from the idea of them rubbing against my clit that I moaned out with pleasure. Darian’s slick hands caressed my breasts, grazing my nipples as he cupped them in each palm. I arched my back as I moaned, pushing my chest into his hands and slipping the sheet off my body. He responded by groping my breasts from the base to the tips of my nipples where he pinched each at the same time, letting it slip from his grasp and fall back to my chest.
One hand disappeared, returning to the crevice nestled between my legs. I slowly spread myself open, inviting Darian in. His fingers explored my inner lips, before slipping themselves inside, one by one. I pushed my hips up to each entry, hungry for more.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” Darian said, in a whisper.
I brought a hand up to my free breast, and rubbed it gently, feeling the smooth massage oil left behind from Darian’s fingers. He held my other breast between his fingers, and leaned over, putting his lips against it. Sucking my nipple into his mouth, I cried out in pleasure.
I was already tender from last night and this morning. Everywhere he touched me burned with the memory of all the pleasure we’d enjoyed together. I reached my other hand down, to where he stood, and felt the end of his hard cock just under the table. I took it in my already slippery hand and began to stroke him back and forth.
“Don’t,” he said. “I’m not sure I can control myself right now, and I don’t want you to leave already.”
“Fuck me,” I said. “Please. Fuck me, and I’ll stay the night.”
I had decided it on my way over. If I was going to lose Darian tomorrow, I was going to enjoy him all night. I let go of my breast, and took off my blindfold only to see the look of shock on his face.
“Are you serious? You won’t leave?”
“I promise.”
He moved his hands to my hips with urgency and pulled me to the end of the massage table, so my ass hung just off the edge. Raising his cock to meet my wet pussy, he met my gaze again, his eyes on fire with lust.
“Promise?”
“You know I keep my word.”
A smile appeared on his face, like a man about to get everything he ever wanted. He pressed his cock against my slit, and ran it up to my clit making me moan. I raised my hips against his head—tempting him—calling him to me. With full understanding, he pressed himself inside of me.
This time I didn’t hold back, and neither did Darian. He started out slow. I met him with every thrust. Squirming under his touch, I made him move with fierce desire. He leaned forward as he began to speed up, like pistons pumping themselves in and out, revving my engine. His hands left my hips, and reached up for my shoulders, sliding me back and forth on the table to meet his thick cock as it entered me over and over again. My breasts slapped against the pressure, begging to be touched. He responded by dropping his head to my chest and sucking each nipple into his mouth hard and fast like he pumped my pussy.
I reached my hands down his back, letting my fingernails run along his back as I tried to hold onto something. The oils made everything so slick. I couldn’t tell what was secure. And frankly, I didn’t care.
“Oh, Darian,” I cried out. “Make me cum.”
He released my breasts with his mouth and met my gaze, pumping faster now. His other hand still gripped my shoulder keeping me in place. He lifted himself up high enough to get his finger on my clit pressing gently against my throbbing bud as it slid back and forth along his finger. The feeling was too much. I screamed out in pleasure as my orgasm rose inside of me, exploding like an engine full throttle. It didn’t stop as Darian kept slamming into me with his cock filling up every part of my insides.
I reached around his hips, grasping at his ass to keep him going so I could ride out my orgasm. At my touch he cried out, his cock stiffening inside of me as he began to cum.
“Don’t stop,” I cried out. He continued to slam against me, finishing my orgasm until it was nothing more than a remnant of twitches. He groaned with me as he collapsed on top of me, both of us a sweaty mess.
His lips found my breasts, kissing across each mound as he traveled to the base of my neck—my chin—my lips. I returned the kiss with a fervent hunger. I wasn’t done. I wanted more.
“Should we slip into the Jacuzzi and clean off?” I asked.
Darian’s eyes lit up with pleasure. “Only if you let me rub you down.”
“Of course,” I teased.