Go lay down on the bed with my eyes closed?
I start to protest, but he holds his hand up and points to the bed.
Oh... submissive. That is what he's wanting right now.
I go lay on the bed with my eyes closed, placing my towel on the head rest of the bed first. I hear him opening drawers, pulling items out of boxes and him walking. I hear the sound of water running in the sink and when it turns back off, his footsteps come back.
I open my eyes just slightly, to hear his voice rumble with amusement. "Eyes closed." He demands again. I clench them tight, pouting just a little, because it's hard to keep my eyes closed when I know this handsome hunk is here.
"You're pouting." He must have noticed to remark on it.
I give a slight nod and feel the weight of him sitting on the bed next to me.
"Tell me the reason for that pout." He demands, as I hear the sound of a snapping pop.
I open my eyes to tell him and he tuts me, "Tut, tut. Eyes closed, you don't need them open to tell me something."
I clench them closed again, becoming frustrated.
"Well?" He asks, just as I feel his cold, wet fingers circle my nipple making me gasp.
"I'm regretting the blindfold thing." I pant as his fingers trace over to my other nipple.
"And why is that?" He asks, and I can hear the smirk on his face.
"Because..." I bite my bottom lip, suddenly shy. He already knows I think he's sexy..
He pinches my nipple, bringing my attention from my thoughts, "Because...?" He repeats.
I clench my jaw for a moment, then just let my thoughts out loud, "Because you're so damn sexy and I do not get to view you at work." I huff.
An honest and satisfied chuckle escapes him, making the bed vibrate with it. It makes warmth spread over me hearing that pleased tone. His hand moves down my stomach, touching my slit, running a finger over it. I twitch towards his touch, eager for more.
"I'll let you open your eyes in a little bit, but if you peak again, I'll put the blindfold on you all night." His dark, husky voice promises and threatens at the same time, making my bottom lip tremble with a little anxiousness.
His finger slides back up to rub my clit and I let my legs part on their own, heels sliding across the sheet. Every little burst of pleasure from him circling my bundle of nerves has me panting, struggling to keep my eyes closed. His hand departs from my clit and I whimper at the loss.
I can feel him smiling at me, even from behind closed eyes. Something cold and hard presses against my slit, making me cock my head in his direction in question. The next second, strong vibrations start coming from it, painfully tapping my clit like someone was thumping it with a hammer.
"Oh! No!" My hands instinctively shoot out, as I sit up but Brian is quick to take the vibrator away. I don't care that my eyes are open as I clutch my clit.
"Are you okay?" Brian sets the toy to the side, and tries to pull my hand away.
"That hurt and not in a good way." I whine as I remove my hand.
Brian goes to touch it and my legs clasp together, reflectively. His warm brown eyes look up with remorse, as he tries to reassure me.
"I'm just going to look. I didn't mean to hurt you, that was a brand new toy, I didn't realize how strong it would be, I'm sorry." He soothes, rubbing my outer thigh.
I remove my hand, open my legs again and let him spread my lips apart to look at my clit.
"Do you want to stop for the night, or would you like to take a minute?" He asks looking up at me from between my legs. I want to tell him to just use his mouth and lets keep going, but that really hurt.
He must notice the battle in my mind, because he tosses that vibrator on the table. "There, we won't use that one. Would you like to continue?"
I nod slowly, close my eyes and lay back. As soon as my head hits the pillow, a warm wet tongue caresses my folds, gently touching my clit.
My hips jerk away, so he pays attention to my slit again. After a minute of me groaning, rotating my hips against his face, his tongue slides back up to my clit making me gasp and prop myself up on my elbows, eyes wide open at the sensation of my oversensitive clit.
"Brian!" I cry out, making him stop.
"Do you want me to stop?" He asks, his eyes scanning me for any signs of pain.
"No?"
"That didn't sound like an answer." He sits back on his legs, demanding again, "Lay back and close your eyes. I will not say it again."
My mouth opens to protest but I quit before a sound comes out of my mouth. The way he's looking at me as my insides quiver and want to be a good girl. So I lay back and close my eyes.
"Yes, Sir." I mumble.
The next second, I'm gasping for air as I'm filled with his cock. "Oh my fucking!... OH!" I cry out when I finally catch a breath.
"Such language. You're too beautiful to be using such foul language." He croons to me, lifting one of my legs up for him to kiss my calf as he puts it over his shoulder.
"OH! YES!" I cry out, "I can't help it! It feels so good!" I'm trying to keep my eyes closed, to the point I'm covering them with my hands to keep them from opening. His cock stretching and stroking my most intimate of parts, touching places deep inside that no man has touched so easily before.
"Oh my cock makes you feel that good, does it?" He asks, rolling his hips into mine.
"Yes! Oh ... wow..." I whine because in this position I feel like he is walking through a live mine field, one step could put me over the edge, my body is so tense.
"Do you want to watch yourself cum on my cock?" He asks, bending forward into me.
"YES!" I cry out, "I ... I... PLEASE!" I feel my body tighten like a spring, compacted down and is seconds from bursting.
A hand grips my neck and pull me up, "Look Sarina. Look." He urges me.
My eyes flutter open and instead of looking at my pussy, I'm looking into his eyes as he sets off the bomb inside of me.
I feel as if I have been tossed out, disconnected from my body. My vision see's nothing and I am floating through an ocean of pleasure, my soul spasming as it tries to reconnect with my body.
"Holy shit, Sarina..." Brian's face comes back into view, his mouth open wide in ecstasy, staring down at me. He's gasping, but he leans over and kisses me deeply, tasting every part of my mouth, as we cling to each other, moaning and whimpering in aftershocks.
"I thought you had a vice down there and was going to lose my cock, you know." He chuckles as he grabs a towel from the corner of the bed and pulls back to wipe us clean.
"Are you complaining?" I ask, still laying back breathless, as he tosses the towel into a laundry bin.
"NO!" He's quick to respond, eyes wide, "Not at all." He lays down next to me, pulling me against him, "That was fucking amazing. I felt like you were sucking my soul out through my cock." He places a kiss on my temple and has his arm loosely on my side, his fingers making patterns on my skin.
He smells so good, just his natural scent is intoxicating as I take a deep breath and start to relax my still erratic heart.
"That makes me sound like a succubus to me." I giggle.
He laughs, a touch of irony the way it dies quickly, "Trust me, I know what a succubus is and you are not one."
I raise my head, brows high, and study him a moment, "Care to share how you know a soul sucking demon that sleeps with men?" I smile teasingly.
He shrugs, "Long story short, Lance was engaged to one and trust me, she almost succeeded in sucking him dry. I don't know what possessed mom to go visit him that day, but I'm glad she did, because otherwise...."
He trails off, his eyes lost in his thoughts for a moment before he shakes his head and looks down at me with a shit eating grin. "So beautiful, I think we should maybe discuss what kind of contracts we are wanting with each other. Do you want to keep it one night contracts? Would you like something a little longer than that?" He probes at me with his questions.
What is he wanting ...? I only have until my brother comes home to really be this free. I really have been enjoying this ... I want to enjoy it as long as I can...
"Longer..." My voice breaks, so I clear my throat to continue, "a little bit longer would be nice. I won't have much free time when my brother comes home from the hospital again."
I drop my eyes so he doesn't see the disappointment in them. If this was only a year ago, I'd have plenty of time to get to know him... to have formed something with him... If I had met him. I probably wouldn't have met him if I didn't start talking to Lirael after the hospital visit before this one.
I lower my head and notice a weird scar on his arm, "How did you get that scar there? It looks odd?" I ask, placing a finger on its odd shape.
Brian looks down at it, then me, sighing, "I'm not trying to sound bad ass or anything, but it's a bullet wound. I got shot."
I gasp and pull back from his chest, mouth wide in horror. "Was it an accident? Or intentional?"
He moves some hair and puts it into place as he says, "Oh, it was intentional. I'll just say I was shot by someone's ex. The friend yelled gun when I walked through the door and distracted us both to move just enough that it was merely a flesh wound that hurt and bled like a mother. It all worked out in the end though."
"It wasn't Lance's succubus was it?" I ask curious to see if I might have put two and two together right.
Brian shakes his head, "No, it wasn't."
Getting the hint, I knew he wasn't going to tell me anymore than that. "Well, thank goodness everything worked out in the end." I sigh, laying my head back on his shoulder. Not even realizing it at first, until I was comfortable, that I was snuggling with him.
I pull back from his side, blushing, "Sorry about that. I guess I am still used to that..." I trail off, not sure if I should have even mentioned it now.
He rolls onto his side, head propped up on an elbow, and grabs my hip, pulling me closer against him. "I don't mind having this beautiful body pressed up against me. I like it."
My stomach starts to flutter at the way he's looking at me like I'm the best thing he's ever seen.