Blind Dates & Blindfolds

While Hannah recalled her confession, Cole had pulled her panties down and was on his knees behind her. He spread her cheeks and licked up her pussy in a slow stroke.

Hannah balled the sheets in her fists and knew if she hadn’t been bent over his bed, she would’ve collapsed right then and there.

“You taste delicious, Hannah,” Cole moaned as he squeezed her ass and licked her with another long stroke.

Hannah had always been loud. She couldn’t ever fully keep her moans and groans quiet before, and tonight was no different.

With each stroke of Cole’s tongue, her guttural moans were barely dampened by the bedsheet she was face down on.

She jumped when Cole shifted up and bit her ass cheek—hard—while his fingers had already begun their torture on her pussy. With first one finger, then another, he began to quicken his finger-fucking until his knuckles were coated with her juices and she was moaning his name.

She couldn’t keep still. She instinctively arched her back, trying to get more, to feel more. Whenever she pushed back, Cole moved away, keeping in charge of how deeply he would torture Hannah.

Cole’s hand gave another sharp smack to her ass cheek. “Stay still, Hannah.”

Hannah’s build toward her climax ebbed down, and she cried in protest. Again, Cole restarted his oral assault. His talented tongue and fingers sent Hannah toward a building climax.

Once again, Hannah arched into his face only to be met with a smack to the other ass cheek.

Hannah was panting harshly. Her climax had been held back twice now, and she was so badly on edge she could spontaneously combust.

“It seems to me as though you need some help staying still.” Cole chuckled. “Move up onto the bed, staying on your stomach.”

As though oblivious to the blindfolded, crazed, panting heap of a woman she was currently, Cole walked away and began to rummage in what sounded like his closet.

Hannah’s legs were shaky, but she managed to crawl onto his soft bed. Her clit was throbbing, trails of her excitement coated her thighs, and all she needed was that little bit of a push to reach her climax.

Still on her stomach, Hannah reached down and toyed with her clit, completely unable to stay still.

“Well, well…looks like someone wants to cum?” Cole’s amused voice sounded above her.

“Yes!” Hannah moaned.

Cole’s hand dragged down from Hannah’s back, over her wriggling ass, and dipped between her legs again, teasing her clit. “Do you just want to cum, and be done? Or do you want me to keep you on the edge of your climax to the point that you’re begging me for mercy?”

That bastard, Hannah internally moaned. It was a temptation she couldn’t refuse, not with it so close to being fulfilled. “Keep me on edge…”

“Good girl.”

Hannah could hear Cole fiddling with something. She jumped when she felt his hands fastening her ankles into soft leather straps. Hannah bit her lip as her ankles were restrained.

She tested her movement and realized she wasn’t restrained to the bed, but rather her ankles were strapped to the ends of a bar, keeping her legs apart. Without warning, Cole expanded the bar, spreading Hannah’s legs wider.

“Oh, my God…,” Hannah panted.

“Now…let’s start this again.” Cole grabbed Hannah’s hips and started lapping at her pussy. With his hands firmly holding her hips steady and her legs pushed apart, Hannah had no choice but to allow Cole to feast on her.

Cole’s fingers stroked her quickly, expertly keeping her rising and plateauing until she reached back and held Cole’s wrist.

“I’m going to cum, Cole!” Hannah moaned.

Hannah was so wound up her feverish skin was slick with sweat, and her hair was a tangled mess. Just as she was about to climax, Cole leaned back and grabbed the bar, flipping Hannah around onto her back.

Hannah shrieked in surprise and cried in protest as her tightly wound climax ebbed just out of reach once again.

With quick and practiced hands, Cole pushed the bar up, bending Hannah’s knees to her chest. He fastened her wrists into similar leather straps to the middle of the bar.

Hannah was almost animalistic. She was wound up, on edge, and goddamnit, she needed to fucking cum. “Cole! Please! I-I…can’t wait anymore. I need to cum. ~I need to cum~!”

“Hang on then. I’m going to fuck you ’til you scream mercy.”

Hannah was barely able to register the sound of the condom packet tearing before Cole drove into her.

Moans and screams filled the room as Cole thrust again and again. With her legs fixed wide open and her hands useless, Hannah could do nothing but take the pounding Cole was giving her.

Her breasts bounced heavily with the force of their fucking, and Cole’s deep voice groaning her name finally set her off. Like fireworks on New Year’s Eve, Hannah’s climax hit hard; white light flashed behind her eyes and tingles radiated all the way to the tips of her toes.

Her climax hit in waves, never seeming to stop. “Oh, God!” Hannah cried.

“Nope, just Cole,” Cole joked. He had slowed his thrusts during the peak of her climax. “Don’t think we’re done yet.”

“Wha—?” Hannah was suddenly flipped again as Cole used the bar to turn her onto her knees once more. Her hands were still restrained to the bar, but her blindfold had fallen off.

Cole thrust back into her from behind, hand shooting up to grab her hair. He tugged it enough to force Hannah to look at him.

“You look fucking gorgeous when you climax. I want to watch you while you cum again.” Cole didn’t give Hannah a moment to collect her thoughts. He kept pumping his hips, slamming against her ass, deeper and deeper, harder and harder.

Hannah wasn’t sure the noises she was making were even coherent anymore.

Cole reached forward and grabbed her tits, keeping them in his rough grip as he fucked her. She pulled on her restraints and finally surrendered to another explosive toe-curling orgasm that threatened to shred her throat with her screams.

Behind her, Cole swore loudly as he came. He slowed his thrusts as he descended from his high. Even as his climax cooled, he continued to tease Hannah’s nipples.

Hannah was trembling from her climaxes; her nipples and clit were overly sensitive, and every stroke of his fingers over her nipples sent bolts of pleasure back to her pussy.

“Mercy!” Hannah panted weakly.

Without hesitation, Cole pulled out and gently unstrapped her limbs. Hannah rolled onto her back as he disposed of the condom, sighing as he rubbed her ankles.

She smiled. “That was definitely better than my fantasy.”