Part 03

As weeks went by, Roxy and I grew closer and closer to each other. She and I felt an attraction which non of us felt with anyone else in our entire lives. Both of us always wanted to stay closer to each other all the time. At times I would stay at her apartment for the weekends and sometimes she would stay at mine. One day we decided to go on a fancy restaurant in the city for a dinner date. The food was excuisit and we laughed and talked the entire time and enjoyed each other's company. After the dinner was fjnished she decided to stay the night at my apartment.

On the way, shhe would time to to time squeeze my thighs and sometimes trail her fingers towards my buldge area as if she qas getting aroused and wanting my attention to her.

As soon as we reached and went inside my apartment, Roxy took me by the hand, leading me through the dimly lit hallway of my apartment. The air was  thick with the scent of our passion, a potent reminder of our recent activities. She guided me into the kitchen.

"Close your eyes," Roxy whispered as she blindfolded me with her silk scarf, her voice soft yet commanding. I obeyed, feeling a thrill run through me as I heard her rummaging through the cabinets. The sound of clinking glass and rustling bags filled the silence between us.

"Now, open your mouth," she instructed playfully. I felt something sweet and cold touch my lips—a strawberry, ripe and juicy. I bit down, the fruit bursting with flavor against my tongue. Roxy fed me one after another, each piece melting away to reveal another surprise—a slice of mango, a grape, a small cube of dark chocolate. Each taste was more exotic than the last, teasing my senses and heightening my anticipation.

As I swallowed the last piece, Roxy gently tied a silk scarf around my eyes, securing it behind my head. The world went dark, leaving me completely at her mercy. I heard her move around the kitchen again, this time the sounds were different—the hiss of a bottle being opened, the splash of liquid into a glass.

"Drink this," she said, placing a glass against my lips. The liquid was warm and spicy, a homemade chai that slid down my throat like velvet. I sipped slowly, enjoying the way the flavors mingled in my mouth, enhanced by the blindfold that heightened my other senses.

When the glass was empty, Roxy moved behind me. I felt the chair beneath me being adjusted, then strong hands tying my wrists to the arms. My heart raced as I realized what was about to happen, my body tingling with excitement and a hint of nervousness.

"You trust me, don't you?" Roxy murmured, her voice close to my ear.

"With my life," I replied honestly, my voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through my veins.

She kissed my neck, a soft, lingering kiss that made me shiver. Then, without warning, she gripped my shoulders firmly and positioned herself behind me. I felt her heat pressing against my back, her breath quickening as she prepared to take me..

"Ready?" she breathed, her voice husky with desire.

I nodded, unable to speak as I felt her lower herself onto me. The sensation was overwhelming, her wetness engulfing me as she began to move. Her hands found my chest, nails lightly scratching as she set a rhythm, slow and deliberate at first, then faster, more urgent.

The sound of our bodies meeting filled the kitchen, a symphony of flesh on flesh. I strained against my bonds, my muscles tightening as I fought to match her pace. Roxy leaned forward, her breasts brushing against my back, her hair tickling my skin.

"Harder," I managed to groan, my voice breaking through the haze of pleasure.

Roxy complied, her movements becoming more forceful, each thrust driving me deeper into the chair. I arched my back, my head falling back as I surrendered to the wave of sensations crashing over me. The blindfold intensified every touch, every sound, making me acutely aware of her presence.

"Yes, yes," I moaned, my words blending with her grunts of exertion.

Roxy's fingers dug into my hips, her breathing ragged as she pushed us both closer to the edge. The kitchen seemed to spin around us, the world reduced to the point of contact between our bodies, the heat of our passion burning brighter with each passing second.

"I'm... almost there," I gasped, my body tensing as I felt the familiar rush building within me.

"Me too," Roxy panted, her voice raw with need.

With one final, powerful thrust, we reached the peak together, our bodies shuddering with the force of our release. Roxy collapsed against me, her breath hot against my neck as we rode out the aftershocks of our climax.

As our heart rates slowed, Roxy untied my wrists, the silk scarf slipping away to reveal the room again. I turned to face her, my eyes dark with desire, my body still humming with the aftershocks of urr climax.

"That was... incredible," I managed, my voice hoarse.

"Mmm, indeed," Roxy agreed, her smile wicked as she kissed me again.

To be Continued.