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wetness and touching my sex.  I moved up and down, never penetrating myself, actually teasing and building the anticipation for Jonathan.  My folds moved with my touch and I started to press harder, wanting more.  Needing more.
    I got so lost within myself, touching and wishing for Jonathan, that when I felt his hand grab my wrist, I let out a cry.
    “My turn,” he said and.
    I then felt his presence, his amazing body over mine.
    When his lips touched my chest, my hands came around him, my nails digging into his back.  His lower body came down and I felt the tip of him touch me.  My tender folds welcomed him as he pressed himself at me.  I lifted and moaned and he thrust, finally entering me.  Inch by inch he moved slowly, opening me, knowing that my sense of touch was heightened because my sight had been taken away. 
    He was deep inside me.  He held there and as I ran my hands from his back to his arms, I followed him and pictured him as I felt him – his hands flat on the bed, his erection inside me, his eyes burning through me.  With a single breath he moved to my ear and kissed me. 
    “I need you,” he said.  “I need your trust, Isabella Grace.”
    “You have it,” I replied.  My voice cracked and I tried to control my breathing.  Even though Jonathan wasn’t pumping himself it didn’t mean I wasn’t experiencing orgasmic pleasure.  With him inside me, it left my body in a state of pleasure that wouldn’t stop.  My sex would try to relax only to tighten against him and then expand again. 
    Jonathan Black was fucking me without moving in and out of me.  He was a man of perfection and power, and he backed it up.
    His lips grazed by mine again and that’s when he started to have me.  He slowly built with speed, pulling and pushing in and out of me, his body hanging over mine, his lips an inch away.  When I felt his breath scatter down my chest I knew he was looking down, watching my breasts move as he enjoyed me and watching himself as he pleasured me.  My hands were holding tight grips of the bed sheets and as I started to climax, I dug the back of my heels into the bed and lifted myself. 
    Jonathan groaned and pushed himself back, moving to his knees.  His hands held me at my hips and his thrusts grew in speed and intensity.  He meant business as he fucked me, the speed reaching a point that my orgasm climaxed on itself, releasing but building again a second later. 
    I started to moan and then gasp and then cry out for him.  Finally, my breath and voice ran out and I could only arch my back and wait for air to come to me.  My body was in a state of paralyzing pleasure, everything connected all at once, from Jonathan’s thick erection moving in and out of me to my tender, hard nipples as they danced with the motion of his sex. 
    When I finally found myself, Jonathan pulled from me and pushed my body back to the bed.  I bounced and gasped for air, then reached out, needing more of him.  As he came forward, my fingers found his chest.  By touch, I was able to study his muscular curves.  I then felt him touch my stomach… his moist erection as it climbed up my body.  I started to shudder as he spoke, directing our next task.
    “Sit up and move back,” he said.  “I want you to taste us, what we’ve done.”
    I pushed up on the bed and swallowed hard, then licked my lips.  The bed bounced as Jonathan came towards me.  I put my hand out and felt him, felt his long erection in my hand.  My hand was only a few inches from my mouth and I opened my mouth, waiting for him.
    “Taste us,” he said.  “Have me.”
    I put my head forward and licked with my tongue.  The first lick I received nothing but air.  The second lick, however, was all Jonathan.  I tasted his fleshy tip and then his hard shaft.  My lips were eager as I tasted him.  I moved down his shaft as he thrust himself forward, filling my mouth.  I could taste a sweet erotic mix that left my body tingling.  I