I’m starting to dream about Skylar. Not just normal dreams; wet dreams. She’s naked and slippery, oiled up for me, and I want to take her in every way that I can. Her breasts are fantastic, the dark nipples hard and erect, and she lays back on the bed, opening her legs and displaying herself to me.

I’m getting hard. My cock aches for attention. She moves toward me, and I already know what’s coming. She licks her lips, and her eyes are hungry. Warmth already spreads through my cock. My balls tighten, and it feels like I’m already inside her.

Slowly, I surface from sleep. I lay with my eyes closed and realize that the warmth on my sex isn’t going away. When I lift my head and peek through narrowed eyes, Skylar’s head bobs up and down over my cock. My dick is in her mouth, her lips closed around it, and she slides her mouth down over my shaft and back up again.

She’s been giving me a blowjob while I slept.

The idea is so hot. My cock twitches and throbs as she works it in her mouth. Her tongue moves against the bottom of my shaft as she pulls out. When only the head is in her mouth, she swirls her tongue around me. Gently, she scrapes her teeth against the bottom of the mushroom tip of my cock, and I shudder.

She closes her mouth around me again and pushes her head down so that I slip into her mouth. She’s making it feel like I’m already inside her. I groan, stretching and pushing my cock into her mouth. She takes in more of me than she has before, pushing me against her soft palate and then further down her throat.

Holy fuck, she’s deep throating me. He hand closes around my balls, squeezing lightly as she fucks me with her mouth, her head moving up and down, my cock sliding in and out of her mouth as she pushes me as deep as she can go.

I reach down and touch her hair. She glances up at me. If she didn’t know I was awake before, she knows now. She keeps her eyes on me, moving her head up and down. Her hands on my balls work magic, and her mouth is hot and slick.

She closes her eyes as if she needs to concentrate, and she keeps going.

“You feel so good,” I say. I stroke her hair. A part of me wants to push her head down with my hand, and take her mouth the way I take her pussy, but I won’t do that. Instead, I stroke her hair, running my fingers through it and feeling her head bob beneath my hand.

“Yeah, baby,” I groan. “Keep doing that.”

She complies. I don’t think she would have stopped, anyway, but I want her to know how fucking good it feels.

“You’re making me want to fuck you, to get inside you because of the way you’re sucking me off,” I say.

She makes a small sound. She’s not trying to communicate. The sound that she makes, a hum or something close to it, sends vibrations through my cock, and the sensation is erotic.

I don’t let her carry on for much longer. If she keeps going, I’m going to come. I would love nothing more than to release my load into her mouth, down her throat, watching her swallow every drop. I don’t, though. I want sex and a lot of it. I don’t want to finish now.

I gently nudge her, and she lifts her head, my cock slipping out of her mouth and flopping hard and thick onto my stomach.

I reach for her and pull her up, planting a kiss on her lips. She doesn’t let me use tongue, and I appreciate it. Instead, I flip her onto her back. She squeals at the sudden movement. I shift between her legs, and her thighs fall open for me. I wrap my arms around her thighs and lower my head to her pussy. With my tongue, I trace a line down her slit from her clit to her entrance, and she shivers, a small sound escaping her lips.

She’s already wet, and I love the taste of her. When I draw my tongue back up to her clit, I spend time there, paying attention to her clit, flicking my tongue over the bundle of nerves until she squirms and writhes against my mouth. She moans and gasps as I change pace, licking her faster, then slower.

I closer my lips around her clit and suck on her. She squirms. I put my hands on her lower abdomen, holding her down. I keep sucking, and she moans, pushing her hands into my hair. She holds onto me, my hair in her closed fists, and pulls me closer to her, bucking her hips, trying to push herself against my face.

I keep at it. I know I’m driving her wild. I want her to come.

When she doesn’t squirm too much, I let go of her hips, and instead of holding her in place, I grab onto her breasts. With extended arms, I can just reach them, and I close my hands over her breasts, kneading, tugging, and squeezing. Her nipples are hard against my palms, and she moans again.

After a while of that, I let go of her breasts and move my head further down, trailing my tongue down her slit again to her entrance. I stick my tongue into her. I can’t go very far, but she squirms and gasps anyway. I lick her there, swirling my tongue around her entrance, trying to fuck her with my tongue. Her moans become louder. My own cock is hard, aching for more. I want to take her. She’s so wet now, a combination of her lust and my spit, and I know if I get on top of her now, I’ll just slide into her.

I keep up the licking and sucking for as long as I can bear it. When I can’t hold it anymore, I crawl up her body, planting kisses on her hip, next to her navel, on her ribs, her breast, and her collarbone.

When I’m on top of her, I press myself against her, my cock pressing against her pussy. Her blue eyes are on mine, lips parted. She wraps her legs around my thighs. just below my ass. and pulls me toward her in a wordless demand.

I give her what she wants. It’s impossible to say no to her when she’s this demanding, when her body is delicious and I’m as horny as I am.

I dive into her depths, my cock filling her up, and she moans as I slide in all the way. Her body yields and stretches, opening for me. I don’t give her time to adjust and get used to me inside of her. Immediately, I pull out again almost all the way and slam back into her again.

She cries out.

I buck my hips, fucking her quite hard from the get go. I ram my hips against her thighs, my balls slapping her ass. She cries out. It’s missionary, and that has always bored me, but with Skylar, it’s hot and intense, and I don’t think there’s a position with her that will be boring.

She puts her legs around my hips, clinging onto me, and I fuck her harder. She cries out, moaning, her breathing shallow and erratic. Her pussy is tight, gripping my shaft, and I know that I’m going to come soon.

I lower myself onto my elbows, and my chest is pressed up against her breasts. She doesn’t just lie beneath me, letting me take her. Her hips move along with mine, pulling me deeper. Her hands are on my back, kneading the muscles just below my shoulder blades, her nails lightly biting into my skin. I groan.

When her breathing changes and we’re both precariously close to the end, I slow right down, moving from quick thrusts to long, slow strokes. I slide in and out of her, feeling every inch of her, letting her feel every inch of me. She swallows, breathing through her mouth. I drop my head into her neck and kiss her shoulder, her neck, and move up toward her ear. When I nibble on her earlobe, she giggles. Her body tightens because of the laughter, and she clenches around my cock.

“That tickles,” she whispers.

I spend more time on the skin, licking, nibbling, and sucking.

An urge builds inside me, and I need to pick up the pace again. I move faster and faster, bucking my hips. I fuck her harder and harder, until her eyes are closed, her mouth is open, and she cries out.

I want to do so much more to her. I want to make it more intense. My mind races until I think of something.

I stop thrusting and kiss her, rolling my tongue around hers. When I slide out, she breathes out. Her eyes are full of complaints, but she doesn’t say anything. I reach for her arms, holding onto her wrists, and lift them above her head. She breathes in deeply and blows it out slowly.

“Do you trust me?” I ask.

She nods slowly.

“Will you let me blindfold you?”

She frowns slightly.

“I don’t want you to overthink everything. Don’t think, just feel. Okay?

She thinks about it for a moment before she nods. “Okay,” she says.

“Wait here,” I say. I get off the bed and walk out of the room. I go through the house, looking for something I can use as a blindfold. I didn’t exactly plan this in advance.

In my bedroom closet, I find a black satin robe that belonged to a girlfriend a long time ago. It has a sash that’s supposed to be used to tie the robe into place. It’s long enough to tie around her head properly, and it’s completely black so she won’t be able to see through it. I press it against my own eyes to test it.

Satisfied, I walk back to the bedroom. She’s still on the bed, her legs closed now. She looks at me as I walk to the bed and sit down, the mattress dipping beneath my weight and shifting her where she’s lying.

“Sit up,” I say.

She does as I ask. I tie the sash around her eyes. It covers her eyes perfectly. She smooths down her hair, and I tie the sash around her head, taking care not have her hair caught in the knot. I test how tight it is.

“Can you see anything?” I ask.

She presses her fingers to the sash next to her eyes. “No,” she says.

I gently lay her back down. For a moment, I just stare at her. Naked, draped across the bed and blindfolded, she’s a sight to behold.

I think of other things, of how it would be if I could tie her up along with the blindfolding. Tie her spread eagle to the bed so I can have my way with her, or tie her arms up to the headboard above her head, or hogtie her.

I shake off the thoughts. I won’t do it to her now, but a man can dream. Right now, the sight of her in front of me, blindfolded, ready for me, is more than enough. I don’t need anything more than her. I want her, and I’m going to take her, but I want to tease her first and play with sensations. The blindfold opens a whole new world of teasing for me, and I’m excited to explore it.

I’m still sitting next to her while she’s lying on the bed, and I lean forward, planting a kiss on her lips. She jerks lightly, like she didn’t expect it. This is the part that I love about blindfolding someone. The simplest things become a surprise. Every other sense is heightened, but we’re not used to it, and it creates a thrill.