We entered Lexington's room in a tangle of arms and legs, teeth crashing, hands grabbing. Clothing is being shed from our bodies like fall leaves in the autumn wind and I'm completely lost in him.
By the time we hit the bed,I lie back on the pillows as Lex rears back to look at me, caressing my curves with each flick of his eyes as they travel south.
"God, you're fucking perfect," he murmurs before diving down for another deep kiss. He pulls back again to look into my eyes, his pupils dancing from my left eye to my right as though he is looking for something. The sigh that leaves his lungs when he's done doesn't let me know whether he found what he was looking for or not.
"Do you trust me?" he asks.
Well, if that isn't the question of the fucking century. But it only takes me a beat to acknowledge to myself that yes, I do trust him. Wholeheartedly. Despite knowing that there is a lot that I don't know and the fact that I can feel that this man holds as many secrets inside him as Windsor itself - I know he would never hurt me. I nod decisively, and whispered a singular, "Yes."
He stands from the bed and I notice he's still wearing his jeans. I want them off, but I can't deny that his ass looks amazing hugged by the tight denim as he strolls into his closet, returning with several pieces of black fabric. I'm intrigued. When he gets closer I can tell it's a jumble of black satin. He starts separating the pieces. Five in total.
"Have you been blindfolded?"
I have. Didn't do much for me, but something tells me the experience would be better with Lex. "Yes, just once."
"Have you ever been tied up?"
That question makes me still, but only for a moment. I've never been restrained during sex before but I'd be lying if I said that it's never entered into any of my fantasies. Some of my best, actually.
"I'm not sure."
He looks at me, cocking an eyebrow. "You're not sure if you've ever been tied up before?"
I shake the fog from my brain. "No, I've never been tied up, but I'm not sure that I'm comfortable with it."
"If you don't like it, we'll undo it. I'll only do your arms."
I allow my imagination to wander and explore the idea further. I find myself rubbing my thighs together to work some friction between my legs. "Ok."
He wastes no time, wrapping one strip around my eyes and tying it behind my head, carefully ensuring that he doesn't tangle my hair in the knot, before reaching over me to tie each hand to one of the posts of the bed. Once he's done, I feel the mattress shift when he stands up, very quietly. I can't tell where in the room he is when I suddenly feel warm hands wrapping around my ankles as he pulls me down gently so my arms and bindings are taut.
"Nothing too tight?" I shake my head. "When I ask you something I expect an answer."
"No, nothing is too tight, I'm ok," I say as my heartbeat ticks with anticipation. I can hear him fumbling around the room. Doors closing, drawers opening. I do hear him shuffling across the floor but it's such a light noise that it's barely audible. He's being intentionally quiet. I feel like I've been laying here for an eternity and my lust is ratcheting up by the minute. The room falls silent.
"Lex?"
"Quiet," he commands from somewhere near my feet. I can feel myself begin to whimper when I feel something soft skimming up my leg. I jumped at first, surprised by the sensation. The soft touch brings goosebumps to my skin and my nipples harden to firm points. It brushes up my thigh, my stomach, across each breast, and back down my other leg before I feel him crawling over me with a thigh on each side, pulling my panties down my legs until I'm bare to him. An appreciative groan leaves his throat before he parts my thighs to maneuver himself between them.
My breaths are coming in short pants as I feel his hot breath on my pussy, but he makes no contact. The sensation is torture. My short pants become light moans of frustration and I hear him chuckle at my need. My hips begin to squirm, rushing to meet him, but he only takes his hands and holds them down.
"Needy girl. You smell so sweet, and you're so very wet for me," he says in a low taunt. "Do you need something?"
"Yes, please." The words leave me with more of a whine than I intend but I don't care. I need him.
"Since you begged so nicely," he said before taking his thumbs to separate the lips and using his tongue to lave from my entrance to my clit before taking it into his mouth, causing me to cry out immediately.
"Mmmm, you taste so good, angel." He dips two fingers inside me, gathering wetness on his fingers while I moan and clench around them. He draws his fingers out, and I feel his weight shift as he presses his fingers to my lips. "Open."
I comply, taking his wet fingers in my mouth and sucking them dutifully.
"Good girl, taste how delicious you are? You're a fucking treat." My arousal tastes salty on my tongue and only heightens my need further, his words like a match to gasoline.
I feel his tongue at my entrance again, thrusting in and out. He uses one hand to grip around my hip, pulling my pussy flush against his lips while using the other hand to circle my clit. It only takes me a moment to shatter, coming apart on his tongue while his name leaves my lips like a prayer. He laps at my release like water in a desert before kissing up my body until his wet lips find my mouth, and he dips his tongue inside. I open for him, surrendering to him completely while he fucks my mouth with his tongue.
His thick cock pressed at my entrance and I shift slightly to allow him entrance. He slides in slowly. Lifting his lips from my mouth he raises his body upright,no doubt looking down hungrily at the point where our bodies meet. "God, I love your cunt," he husks out as he thrusts the rest of the way in, bottoming out hard and earning a cry of relief from my mouth. He stills, holding his cock inside me firmly while I take a moment to appreciate the feeling of his throbbing member sheathed in my wetness.
I feel his fingers at my nipples, giving them a firm squeeze. I hiss in a breath between my teeth, but the pain gives way to heat and I swivel my hips against his motionless body.
"You like that?" I nod. He pinches them harder drawing a cry from my lips. "What did I say about answering my questions?"
"You want an actual answer. Yes, I like that." He lets a slight amount of pressure off my nipples but holds them firmly as he moves his hips back and slams his cock into my wet folds harshly, jarring my body and his grip on my firm buds. It's fucking exquisite. My mouth drops open in a silent plea for more, which he grants, continuing the movement at a consistent pace, hitting home roughly.
Moans are leaving my mouth unabated while the pleasure soars through my bloodstream. I'm mumbling words, but I have no idea what is coming out of my mouth at this point. I finally settled on one.
"Please."
Lexington laughs, pausing to rip off my blindfold, and reaching up untying my hands with ease. With his cock still inside me, he lays back on the mattress while pulling me astride him at the same time. He pulls my hips down until he's fully seated before laying his arms back to cradle his head in a relaxed position. Looking into my eyes he says, "Make yourself come on my dick," in such a way I nearly thank him for the pleasure.
I briskly throw that thought aside before slowly beginning to lift myself off and back down, relishing the way my clit feels brushing against his pelvis. I continue the motion for a minute before pressing my hands to his chest for leverage, throwing my head back, and riding his cock ardently.
"Look at me," he barks, with a croak in his tone that tells me he's getting close. I open my eyes and look at him. If I didn't just hear him speak I would think he was unaffected. He looks as relaxed as someone sunbathing on a white sand beach, but the thickness of him in my channel tells me differently.
I watch him closely when I start to feel it well inside me. A bead of sweat trickles down my back and I reach down to my clit, using my fingers to rub it roughly as the tension explodes inside me with a ferocity I barely recognize, moaning loudly followed by a complete loss of muscle function. Lex grabs my hips, lifting me up and down his shaft just a few more times before tensing himself and releasing inside me, wrapping me into his arms and pulling me down until my head rests on his chest.
We lie on his bed breathing harshly in a puddle of sweat and ecstasy. He whispers in my ear, "you're so beautiful when you come." I can only moan quietly in assent, not having gathered my wits about me. I barely register that his cock is still inside me, only now beginning to soften. He holds me tightly to his chest before slipping out and rolling me off of him onto my back and climbing off the bed.
A few minutes later I wake, feeling him placing my head on the pillow, just realizing that I must have drifted asleep during my post-coital bliss. He crawls into bed beside me, throwing an arm around my body and pulling my backside tightly against him. As I begin drifting off again, I hear him whisper, "What the hell am I going to do with you?"