Page 81 of Rise & Fall
“Talk to me, Firefly.” Nolan brushes my hair out of my face with his knuckles.
“I…I trust you. But I’m not on birth control, but I also—”
He interrupts me, “Can’t get pregnant.” He presses his forehead against mine; it’s a sincere and understanding gesture that fills me with warmth. It’s not a relief his statement carries, he’s empathizing with me. Sure, infertility means that most couples can go at it like bunny rabbits with no concern of accidents, but in my case, he knows it means the death of a dream.
“I’ll wear one, just for your peace of mind, Dakota. I don’t want you to feel taken advantage of.” He kisses my temple twice before pulling me upward and tying the black fabric behind my head, layering it over my eyes, and laying me back down.
Suddenly, I can feel my heartrate kick up. Anticipation washes over me as my breathing quickens.
“I’m going to undress you. Do you want me to talk you through what I’m doing?” he questions, and I can feel the mattress dip a little more as he moves closer to me.
“I like hearing your voice, Nolan,” I tell him, already feeling the benefits of having this blindfold on. “Keep talking to me, please.”
I feel him sit back on his knees, silence filling the air, minus the sound of my thumping heartbeat. He starts with my shoes and socks, taking them off one by one, then he trails kisses from my ankles up to my knees, shifting to move up further. Then I hear him hiss.
“Nolan, what about your ankle? I don’t want you to hurt yourself,” I say in a low tone because being blindfolded creates this illusion that I’ll be too loud when I talk.
“Trust me, I’m fucking pissed about it. But it’s not going to stop me from making you feel good. I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me. Now lift up for me, baby. I need to pull your skirt down.” He sounds controlled, and I don’t know how he’s doing it because every vein in my body is thumping, and my nerves are feverish as I lift my hips.
His fingers dip under the band of my skirt and he slowly pulls it down my legs, leaving goosebumps as he does.
“God, Dakota. I can already see how wet you are for me.” I suddenly blush and involuntarily squirm a little knowing that he’s looking at my light blue thong. Heat radiates all over my body thinking about him watching me in the position I’m in.
“I’d like to take your shirt off now.” I take a breath, anticipating his touch any moment. And I sigh lightly when the knot I tied in the front of my t-shirt starts to come undone, his fingers working it delicately before pulling it up over my head, helping me sit up as he does. Then he lays a soft kiss against my shoulder before laying me back down.
“Fuck,” he whispers.
Nolan takes his finger and traces it against the strap of my bra from the top of my shoulder down to the top of my breast.
I pull my bottom lip in between my teeth, moaning as pleasure overcomes me, spreading from my cheeks down to my toes which curl when I feel his lips on my belly button.
“Nolan,” I whisper in a tone laced with greed.
“I need you to roll over, baby. I want to take off the rest of your clothes.” I feel Nolan lean back as he waits for me to move.
I do as he asks, positioning my belly button over the pillow the best that I can.
“What’s the point of this pillow anyway?” I laugh as I try my best to accommodate to the way I feel knowing that my backside is exposed to Nolan. I cross my arms over the top of my head as my body arches over the pillow.
“You’ll see.” The warmth from his hands meets the top of my ass as he peels my thong off me; I lift slightly to assist him.
Then he moves to my bra, unclasping it slowly, working it through the hooks before removing it and asking for my help to get the rest of it off.
Once I’m completely naked, my heart pounds uncontrollably in places I didn’t know I could feel a heartbeat.
“You look like a dream laying like this for me, baby girl.”
I wait there, wondering what he’s going to do next. Though my body is covered in pebbles of pleasure, heat radiates on the surface of my skin as well as in between my legs.
Then, I hear the sound of his belt loosening, the sound of him pulling it through his belt loops and I can feel myself getting wetter. I can’t really hear it when he takes his shirt off, but I can imagine him pulling it over his head and how insatiable he must look doing it.
I try to calm my breathing, feeling helpless to the lust that swarms me, but despite my best efforts, my body betrays me.
“Eager, baby?” Nolan’s deep voice echoes through the room and practically invades my soul, making my breath hitch hard. He most likely notices me clenching my thighs together.
“Actually, I’m getting pretty tired down here to be honest with you.” I can’t help myself, there’s no feasible way I’d pass up giving Nolan a little tease.
“You make it so fucking hard to patient with you, Dakota.” Nolan slaps my ass, the sudden sound of skin-on-skin rings through the air as I let out a whimper. I can feel the burning imprint of his palm searing into my flesh, my ass cheek screaming of pain while my pussy drips with pleasure.