I’ve never been blindfolded before, and the sensation is amazing. I can’t see anything. Because of it, all my other senses are heightened. I feel myself straining to hear, trying to figure out where Parker is and what he’s doing.

When he kisses me, it’s unexpected. I didn’t feel him move, and I get a small fright, but the kiss is sensual. Parker pauses a moment before he carries on kissing me. His hand moves to my cheek, his tongue slips into my mouth, and it’s so much hotter than our kisses before.

I’m already liking the blindfold.

He moves on the bed, and I’m guessing he’s coming closer. His weight shifts.

The blindfold has the outcome I think Parker was going for. I can already feel myself getting wetter again, ready for him to take me. Being blindfolded and at his liberty is strangely a liberation in itself. I have to let go, to trust.

Parker puts his hands on my stomach so I know where he is. Slowly, he moves up to the skin on my breasts. I don’t know what it would have been like if he’d gone for my breasts straight, but the anticipation he’s building now and my inability to see him slip closer and closer to my breasts drives me crazy.

His hands slide onto my breasts, and he squeezes them lightly. He massages them, circling the nipple without touching it. I want him to touch them. He holds out on me, and it makes me squirm. I want him to touch me, to tug on my nipples, to pinch them or roll them, or any of the things he usually does to them. He’s driving me mad.

I don’t interfere with my own hands, even though I want to. I know what he’s trying to do, and I like the idea. The sensation of being blindfolded and teased is new and exciting.

Finally, Parker takes a nipple into his mouth, and I groan. The anticipation was so much that when he sucks on me, it feels like a small release. He spends time on just the one nipple, licking it and rolling it in his mouth, sucking on it. He uses his teeth and lightly nibbles on my nipple before he sucks on it again. I moan, arching my back, pressing my breasts up and into his face.

When he’s done with the one nipple, he moves to the other and starts the whole process again. He licks a small trail around my nipple before flicking his tongue over it and then taking it into his mouth. When he sucks on my nipple, I gasp again, and I squirm as he pays attention to my breasts, worshipping me.

His hands slide from my breasts onto my arms, all the way to my wrists. He raises my arms above my head and holds both wrists in one hand. For a moment, he pins my body with his, and I can’t move. It’s restraint, but it’s so intimate and I moan, moving my body beneath his.

“Stay like this,” he whispers in my ear. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

He lets go of me, climbs off the bed, and I think he leaves the room, although I can’t be sure. I strain my ears to hear something, anything, but there’s nothing. I’m alone in the room, blindfolded. I’m not restrained so if I really wanted to, I could undo the blindfold and look around. But I don’t. This is part of the game, and he told me not to move, so I won’t.

I lie on the bed, naked, my arms raised above my head and a sash around my eyes. When I picture myself and imagine what I must look like, my core tightens. Parker knows just how to keep things spicy.

Everything about him is different than with Paul. I can’t believe everything I sacrificed when I married Paul. Of course, it was a necessity, but being able to experience it now is a gift in so many ways.

The bed dips, and I realize Parker is back. I wasn’t paying attention and didn’t hear him come in.

“You’re right where I left you,” he says. “Good girl.”

It’s such a small thing, a little compliment, maybe even condescending in a way, but it makes me feel warm when he says it, and I smile.

I wait for him to do something. I don’t know what it will be. My nerves are alive, every inch of me burning with anticipation. I sense him leaning closer to me, and then, something icy cold presses against my breast. Cold and wet. It takes me moment to realize it’s an ice cube.

My skin breaks out in goosebumps, as if my body wasn’t going to respond to the cold until the realization hit me.

Parker chuckles. I’m not sure why. He slides the ice cube to my nipple and circles it. My nipple tightens from the cold. I gasp. The sensation is different than anything I’ve felt before. The cold is new, but my body responds. I like what it feels like. I like how my body tightens.

Parker moves the ice cube onto my other breast, doing the same as before, circling my nipple.

Slowly, he moves the ice down my body, and I gasp, the cold making my skin tighten as he slides it down my body. He dips it into my belly button, and I whimper. He chuckles and keeps moving down.

I open my legs automatically when he comes closer. The ice on my skin counters the blazing anticipation. When he reaches my pussy, I shiver. He pushes the ice into my slit, and I gasp. It’s on my clit, and the cold is almost painful, but in a way that makes me hot and horny.

Parker slides the ice around my clit, his fingers grazing me now and then, and I jerk when they do. When he slides the ice cube to my entrance, I moan. The feeling is strange, hot and cold, delicious and different, all at the same time.

I’m going mad. I want him to take me. My body aches for him. I’m not sure if it’s the blindfold heightening my senses, the ice on my clit, or the fact that I’m naked and Parker is giving me so little as a tease, but I need him inside of me.

“Parker, I want you to fuck me,” I say.

“You do?” he asks. He’s teasing me, and I can hear the smile in his voice.

“Please,” I beg. I don’t keep my hands where he put them anymore. I try to reach for him. He moves out of reach, and I groan.

“Please, take me, Parker,” I say. “I want you.”

“How badly do you want me?” he asks.

God, I hate it when he teases me like this. I hate it because I want a release, and I want it now. But I love it because it builds up the sexual tension so much more.

“Parker, fuck me. I want you inside of me. I’m about to rip off this blindfold and get on top of you.”

Parker chuckles again. The mattress dips as he moves, and suddenly, he’s on top of me, his body pinning me down. He’s not using his full weight. I always marvel at how he knows how much I can handle and how much to hold back.

I expect his cock between my legs, to push into me so that I can be satisfied.

Instead of his cock, two fingers plunge into me, and I cry out. It’s so good, but it’s not what I wanted. But I don’t have time to complain. His fingers push deep into me, and he curls them, brushing against my G-spot. I squirm and writhe. My body is on fire as he keeps rubbing the rough spot inside my body, bringing me closer and closer to an orgasm.

Before I can get close enough, he stops and pumps his fingers in and out again, fucking me. He goes as hard and as fast as he can with his hand. I curl around his hand, knees bent, body squirming as much as he allows me with his body pinning me down.

Parker presses his lips against mine, muffling the sounds I’m making, and he kisses me, his tongue in my mouth so he’s entering me in two ways. I kiss him back, the hunger inside me trying to draw him in. His thumb finds my clit, and as he works two fingers inside me, he rubs his thumb against my clit. It’s at an awkward angle, a little crude, but it does the trick.

I cry out. I want to come. The orgasm is rapidly approaching, and I want the release I’ve been craving since he gave me oral.

Parker has other things in mind, though. He always does. He’s not the type of man that wants sex to be over quickly. He holds out as long as he can, and he pushes me to hold out that long, too.

Just as I think it, he stops, pulling his fingers out of me. I gasp, moaning in protest. I don’t know what he’s going to do. I can’t see him, look into his eyes, or read his face.

I don’t have to wait very long before I know what’s happening. He shifts himself onto my body completely, positioned between my legs, and pushes his cock into me in one swift movement.

I’m so wet that he slips right in, and I moan. He pushes in deep, waiting just a beat before he pulls out again. He starts bucking his hips, fucking me.

I cry out, arching my back so that my breasts push against his chest. He moves, reaching for my neck, and puts his hand around me. He doesn’t hold me tightly at all, but the reminder that he’s this strong and this dominant, does the trick. I cry out again, the heat kicking into a new gear.

He kisses me, holding me in place with his hips and the hands around my throat. His cock slams into me.

I moan, getting lost in the constant fucking. My body moves on the bed. Parker lifts his chest a little, and I can feel my breasts move back and forth. He fucks me like this for a while. When he stops, I want to complain, but he only pulls out for a moment. He lifts my legs and holds my ankles together in both hands. He pushes my legs to the left so I’m held at an angle, reliant on him for my balance. He puts one hand on my hip, the other holding my legs. He lowers them slowly so that I’m lying on my side, my body bent at a right angle, and he pushes into me again.

From the side, the sensation is different. He pulls out and pushes into me again. It takes me just a moment to get used to the feeling, and then he picks up his pace again, fucking me harder and harder.

I’m lying on my side, and my breasts are pressed up against each other, moving as he fucks me. I cry out, turning my face into the mattress.

He goes harder and faster still, my body rocking back and forth as he fucks with a constant rhythm that drives everything else away and there’s nothing left but me and Parker, right here, right now, and our sex.

I cry out in a jumble of incomprehensible words, and through my moaning, I can hear him making sounds, too, groaning with pleasure and the effort to push into me that hard and that fast.

I know I’m going to be tender when he’s done with me. I want it. I want him to finish me.