Page 143 of When In Doubt

“Only if you want to,” I rush to reassure her. “It just seemed like, with the eye contact stuff, this was kind of an easy fix.” She looks from the tie, up to my face and back. “But, if you don’t want to, just say the word. I swear I’ll never bring it up again.”

She pauses for a long moment. I can almost see the cogs turning in her mind. “I mean…. I guess it’s worth a try?” she says, sounding more confident.

“You’re sure? Honestly, Frey, I’m good either way, don’t say yes on my account.”

“I’m not. I want to try it.” She takes the tie from me, running the silk through her fingers. My pulse quickens at the sight. Fuck, that’s sexy. I trust her to know her own mind. If she says that she wants this, I’m not gonna keep asking.

I take the tie from her and gently rest it across her eyelids. “Any time you want me to stop, you just say, or tap my arm, and I’ll stop.”

She nods, a smile creeping up across her face. I press a kiss into her cheek. “Say you understand,” I coax.

“I say stop, or tap your arm, and we stop.” Her words are breathless, needy, almost a whimper. Oh yeah, she’s fucking into this.

I tie the blindfold at the back of her head in a bow, firmly enough to stay put but easy enough to get off if she needs me to. Once it’s secure, I wrap a hand around the back of her neck and guide her down until her head hits the pillow. Her legs fall open ever so slightly and I can’t help the grin that escapes me as I lie with her, nestling my hips between her thighs.

Her hands come up, searching blindly until she finds my sides. She slides her fingers up until her arms are wrapped around my shoulders. “You say the word and it’s over, but otherwise I’m in charge,” I whisper into her neck. A shiver runs through her body at my words, goosebumps forming under my lips.

I place a few more kisses against her jawline before lifting off her slightly. She gives a whine of protest, squirming beneath me. “Easy, baby.” I still her with a hand to her sternum. “I’m going to take such good care of you.”

She nods, a sigh escaping her. I trail my hands down her sides, enjoying every inch of soft skin until I hit the line of her underwear. She gasps as I tuck my fingertips under the elastic. “Can I take these off?”

Chapter Forty-Six

FREYA

I’m nothing but sensation as Oscar pulls off my underwear, leaving me naked beneath him. Every touch, every sound and feeling, gets heightened by the blindfold as he gently pushes my thighs further apart. I never knew I wanted this, but now that I’m here, I can’t imagine anything more perfect. I don’t have to worry, to stress about what I’m supposed to be doing or how I need to act. I just get to be, to feel.

Every thought gets wiped from my head as Oscar’s mouth descends on me, licking and sucking until I’m writhing. There’s no teasing, no preamble, he’s right where I want him and it’s so fast, only a minute or so and I’m almost there, ready to crash over the edge. Wanton moans escape me, mixing with the wet sounds coming from him. I’m almost embarrassed, but I can’t bring myself to care, not when it feels so good.

Time moves to a liquid state as I revel in the pleasure that pumps through me. A low buzzing starts in my thighs, moving up, until suddenly it’s everywhere, every part of me quaking as I shatter. I almost buck off the bed, but Oscar pins me in place with a firm hand on my abdomen. I distantly become aware of the soft scratch of his beard nuzzling against my inner thigh as he soothes me through the comedown.

I lay completely boneless as I feel him move over me, the comforting weight pressing me into the mattress. I taste myself as he presses his lips to mine, dotting kisses along my mouth, my cheeks, across the blindfold, over my nose.

“You doing okay?” he asks, and I feel the shape of the words against my collarbone.

“Yes,” I breathe back.

“Good.” I can hear the smile in his voice. “Because I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”

Suddenly, everything starts moving as I’m flipped onto my stomach, the air coming out of my lungs with a whoosh. Oscar lies over me again, nibbling my shoulder. “This okay?” He checks in. I gasp out my yes, trying to lift my hips enough to grind my ass against him. He grips them firmly, pressing me into the bed. “Behave,” he growls, biting into the juncture of my neck and shoulder and pulling a loud moan out of me.

He rises off me and I hear rustling, fabric moving, the telltale ripping of a foil packet, then he’s on me, his chest hair rubbing against my back as he straddles my legs. A hand slides under my pelvis, lifting it just enough to where I can feel something hot and hard at my entrance.

“Yes?” he pants into my neck.

“Yes,” I groan back.

I try to breathe, to steady myself for the sensation, but there’s no preparing for this. He pushes in so, so slowly, in one steady movement until I’m so full it’s like he’s everywhere, taking up every inch of empty space inside me. There’s not much room in this position, and for a second, I’m conscious that it might be too much. Oscar must sense something in the way I’m breathing, or the tension in my shoulders, because he adjusts me slightly until he’s able to slide home. I don’t know how he’s always able to read me so well. It’s as if he knows what I need before I do most of the time, and this is no different. Fully seated, he’s so deep inside me that I don’t know where I end and he begins.

We stay like that, both breathing each other in, until we get restless and Oscar starts his movements. I fist my hands in the sheets, needing something to cling to as he thrusts long and deep. Each one feels like it’s moving me up the bed, every slide of him against my inner walls lights me up from the inside.

His pace picks up, but it’s still not enough. I’m greedy, impatient, needing more as I try to move against him, to meet his thrusts. Oscar stops me with a hand to my shoulder blades, but seeing that I need something else, he slides his other hand beneath me, working it underneath until it hits my core.

With only a few precise taps to my clit, I’m coming again. I don’t know how long I’m floating this time, but it’s only the sound of Oscar’s groans as his thrusts start to lose their rhythm that brings me back to myself. He presses his forehead against the back of my neck as he bucks into me, letting out one final growl of pleasure before he stills, finally spent.

We lie there in silence for a few long minutes, our sweat-soaked skin plastered together. I grope around blindly until I find Oscar’s hand next to my head. One touch of my pinkie against it and he’s lacing our fingers together, locking them tight as we wait for our breathing to regulate.

“You okay? You feel good?” he asks, voice muffled by my hair.