The Obsidian Suite - Blind Date Short Stories
"Keep going."
"Three... four..." I panted, each number punctuated by a deep thrust that threatened to unravel me completely. The blindfold heightened every sensation, leaving me lost in a sea of pleasure and anticipation.
"Five," I moaned, arching my back as he hit a particularly sensitive spot. "Six... oh god, sir, please..."
Matthew's fingers dug into my hips, his own breathing growing ragged. "Almost there, little one. Hold on for me."
"Seven," I choked out, tears of frustration and need leaking from beneath the blindfold. "Eight..."