Iris Blaire - Dark Frame

“Better than I could have ever imagined,” he says slyly against my skin.

I bite down on my bottom lip as I smile, resting my head against the wall and allowing him complete control to explore my body. He tugs my yoga pants down and I kick them away, and then he pulls me from the wall. I feel his presence as he circles me, dropping to his knees behind me.

His fingers start at the back of my knee and trail up my thigh. He cups my ass and squeezes lightly. “Fuck,” he breathes. “You have no idea how long I’ve been dreaming about your ass.”

I giggle. “Really? I don’t think it’s that great.”

“Brit,” he palms it gently. “It’s pretty remarkable.” Suddenly his lips are pressed to the back of my leg, right where my butt meets my thigh. I release a shiver as he nips lightly at the skin, my knees almost buckling. He holds me up. “I hope you’re patient,” he mutters.

“Why’s that?”

“Because I plan on slowly enjoying every inch of you.”

I groan involuntarily as he nips at my ass again. His hand presses against the inside of my thigh, and I separate my legs just enough to allow his hand to travel up, the tips of his fingers brushing against my covered slit.

“I can tell how wet you are already.”

Oh, God. I can’t believe we’re actually doing this.

He crawls around to the front of me. I hold onto his shoulders as he tugs down my panties at an achingly slow pace. He plants a kiss on my bare mound before slipping them all of the way down my legs, inhaling audibly.

He pushes my legs until they’re shoulder-width apart, gently grazing my slit with the tips of his fingers before pushing them past my folds. I dig into his shoulders as two of his fingers slip into my pussy.

He places a kiss against my thigh. “How about you indulge me in some of those fantasies?”

“Now?” I whimper.

His thumb grazes my clit, and my knees almost buckle again. Jaime holds me up. “This is my apology, after all.”

I guess his timing couldn’t be more perfect.

I cup the back of his neck for support. “The day you stole my panties and hung them on the fence, as pissed as I was, it left me wondering—if you did it because… because….”

He chuckles against my leg. “I wanted bury my face in them or something?”

“Something.”

“And?” he asks.

“And…” I inhale a deep breath and stare into the darkness of my blindfold, wondering if telling him this secret is such a good idea. But I press forward. “That night, I fantasized about you coming into my room.” I’m glad I can’t see him for this next part. “I touched myself to the thought of you eating me out.”

He groans.

“I had my first orgasm that night.”

“Fuck, Brit. I thought I couldn’t be more turned on by you.” With his fingers still inside of me, his lifts my right leg over his shoulder with his free hand. “I think fulfilling that fantasy is way overdue.”

“Please,” I moan.

His tongue darts out and finds my clit. I cry out, my fingernails raking over his head. His tongue flicks across my nub, and then he sucks, long and hard, his fingers pumping in and out of me.

“Jaime!” I gasp, arching my back, waves of pleasure building. When he slips his fingers out, his tongue replaces them, probing me gently.

“Fuck,” I whisper. “Fuck, fuck,” over and over again as he relentlessly tongue-fucks me. I’m not sure how much time passes before he pulls away and kisses the inside of my thigh. Seconds or hours—everything feels upside-down right now. I’m surprised I’m still standing. In fact, I almost fall on my face when he slides my leg from his shoulder and stands, pushing the blindfold from my eyes. I blink into focus.

“I’m sorry,” I say.

He kisses me gently. “Why the fuck would you be sorry?”

The words tumble out of my mouth before I can think them through. “This is the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life— ever —it’s just, really hard for me to get off, so I don’t want you to think—″

He raises an eyebrow. “Are you kidding me? Are you seriously apologizing for not orgasming fast enough?”

“Well…” Now I feel stupid. “Yes.”

“Britain.” He directs me toward the bed. “I would spend all day between your legs to get you off and enjoy every fucking second of it.” He pushes me down and climbs on top of me. “So don’t you dare apologize.”

“O-okay.”

He lowers his head and whispers against my throat, “And you taste amazing.”

I buck my hips against him, and he grins.

“I need you,” I plead. “I need you to fuck me, Jaime.”

“Did you have a fantasy about that, too?” he asks in a deep, seductive voice, crawling up to kiss me.

“Many,” I breathe. “So many.”

His eyes flash. “Tell me about them.”

I groan. “Can’t we just do it ? I’m dying.”

“I think you’ll live,” he says flatly. I growl at his patience and I know I’m not getting out of this one. He leans forward and whispers into my ear. “Tell me, Britain, how did I fuck you in your fantasies?”

I shiver and try to swallow, my mouth suddenly dry. “I always… I always imagined you’d be rough.”

His gaze shifts to playful, but there is still something delectably dark in it. “How would I take you?”

“Give me some credit, Jaime. It wouldn’t be the same way every time.”

He thinks for a moment. “So, you drew me up in your head as being surprising.”

I try reaching for the zipper on his pants when I realize that he’s only shirtless, but he captures my wrist and holds me down.

“Did you only have these fantasies while I was being a douche to you, Brit? Because you should probably see a shrink about that.”

“Oh, shut the fuck up. You’re always being a douche to me.”

Suddenly, he lifts me and flips me over. I gasp in surprise, listening to the release of his zipper, the shuffling of his jeans sliding down, and the crinkling of the condom package.

“Was this one of them?” he asks. “Me sneaking into your room in the middle of the night…” his hands run up my thighs and grip my ass. “Touching you for the first time, being mesmerized by how fucking gorgeous you are.”

I grin against the duvet, squeezing my eyes shut when he parts my legs and slips between them.

He grabs my hips and pulls me to him. The head of his cock rubs slowly against my opening, and I cry out, “The Jaime of my fantasies would finally decide to stop being such a damn tease!”

He pushes into me with one thrust.

I can’t believe this is happening. I claw at the duvet as he slides out of me and slams back in repeatedly, hoping he’ll never stop until… well, until he does.

“I can’t do this,” he says, holding my hips still.

“What?” I cry, out of breath. “What do you mean?”

He releases me, falling onto the bed next to me. “I thought the whole rough thing would go over well if I took you from behind.” He props himself up on his elbows and leans in, his lips grazing mine before he says, “But then I won’t be able to watch you when you come.”

I shiver at the impact of his words. He falls back again and grabs my wrist, urging me to climb on top of him. I press my palms flat against his chest and lower myself down as slow as I can force myself to, feeling him fill and stretch me, inch by precious inch. He groans at my pace, bucking his hips until he’s completely inside me.

I squeeze my knees together to keep him from moving too much and flip my hair to the side, grinning down at him mischievously. “But you can’t be rough with me this way.”

He squirms beneath me as if to try and prove a point, but I keep my legs pinned against either side of him, trying not to melt when his hard length shifts inside of me.