A blindfold, for you.

He steps forward to you, and spins you around to hug you from behind. He'll get to the explanation soon enough. You close your eyes and gently press back into him. His strong arms snake around you and reach down to grab your hands. His head bows to nuzzle against yours, and before long, a deliberate trail of kisses are planted along the side of your neck. Keep silent as long as you like, just keep doing this and you can be mute. A slow sigh escapes you.

One of Tristan's arms retreats and you hear him getting something from a pocket. Your curiosity isn't enough to detach from the affectionate kisses, which continue despite his split focus.

"Keep your eyes closed," he whispers in your ear after a final kiss. You give a quick nod in response. His other hand pulls away, but he still stands close behind you. You feel something on top of your head, wrapping around and sliding down. Gentle, lightweight, comfortable. It makes its way further down, over your eyes... ears... stop.

"What can you see?" He asks. You open your eyes to see the void. Even after a few seconds, not a ray of light reaches your eyes.

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing," you reply.

"Very good," he breathes in your ear, "That's exactly what I want."

You feel yourself twirled around again. Tristan's mouth finds yours. You feel more focused on the kisses than normal. Funny, it's not as if I normally have my eyes open when we kiss. But there's no denying it. Something is heightened while knowing that you can't see. You wrap your arms about him, keeping him close. His exploring hands slide down your back as you continue tasting his lips, and he firmly grasps each of your cheeks briefly. He releases you and slowly walks his kisses from your lips to an ear.

"Are you ready?" He whispers.

"For what?" You whisper back.

He chuckles at that, and places a hand on your stomach. He walks around you, not moving the hand. Behind you again, the other hand wraps around to meet the first on your stomach. The pair moves upward, stopping to caress your breasts for only a moment. They find their goal, your shirt's top button, easily enough after the detour. With alacrity, the buttons from top to bottom are undone. The shirt naturally parts, though Tristan's encouragement helps, until your bare torso is fully exposed.

"To the bedroom, Cristina", he says with a quick pat to your bottom for emphasis.

"Will you lead me?" You ask in a soft voice, playing into the power dynamic.

Tristan moves in front of you and takes each of your hands. With one, he squeezes gently in reply. With the other, he pulls your hand so you can feel a single throb of his cock. Another form of reply.

He guides you without bumping into anything to the bedroom. You assume you're at the end of the bed. Tristan's hands release yours and you begin to feel around for the bed. You find it, but before you can make a move to sit or lay down on it, you feel hands on your waist. Fingers slide down under your panties. Fingers gently pull them down. Fingers toss them away after you step out of them. Fingers brush your clit as they move up. Fingers swirl around your nipples. Fingers, two, stop on your parted lips before entering your welcoming mouth.

You run your tongue around his fingers and you gently suck on the visitors. As you give them their due attention, with plenty of satisfying moans along the way, you hear Tristan unbuckling his belt. By the time he withdraws his fingers, you've heard his pants hit the floor as well. You feel a thin string of saliva connecting his fingers to your lips.

"Oh!" You exclaim, as you move a hand up, but Tristan stops you with his dry hand.

"Such a sloppy girl. I'll take care of that for you," he says as his lips find yours once again. His wet fingers find your clit. Tristan easily supports you as you slump against him a bit and moan through the kiss. His fingers make their way further down, and slowly but firmly press into you.

"Yes," you breathe out. He slowly pumps his fingers.

"My cock is very excited to get in here, too," he states in a lusty tone. You feel yet another throb. "It will need the same prep as my fingers." He holds you for a few more moments, as you focus on nothing but the pleasure.

You feel him shift, and he walks you to the bed. You lay down, carefully, with your head just over the edge.

"Let me taste that dick," you command. Tristan's cock head presses against your lips, and you eagerly open your mouth to let him enter. As you begin giving the same treatment as you did to his fingers, he leans over you. Those familiar fingers play with your clit. Your tongue explores every inch of his member, and you try to take him deeper. He resists your attempt, and instead sends his other hand to help the first. This one won't need any lubrication from my mouth, not when I'm this wet. Sure enough, new fingers enter you without issue. Those dexterous hands, practicing familiar movements, stimulate your clit and pump you all at once.

As you continue to lubricate his cock, you feel an orgasm approach.

"Tristan, fuck me. I'm close to cumming, and I want us to cum at the same time," you state after pulling his cock out of your mouth. You continue stroking as he replies.

"I like that idea. Let's save it for your second orgasm," he replies. That comment sends you over the edge, and you convulse as the waves of pleasure surge through you.

After settling down, Tristan helps you stand up, and walks you a few steps forward.

"Hands up. Press forward until they touch the wall. Good, now part your legs a little." You feel his warm hands on your inner thighs, helping you. "Stick your ass out a little, and arch your back. Just perfect!"

Without announcement, you feel his well-lubricated cock slide along your ass, kissing your asshole for just a moment as it finds your pussy. You exhale sharply as he sinks his full length into you. He gets a strong grip on your waist, and pulls out entirely, lines up, and enters you again. With shorter and shorter breaks between each thrust, the heat builds.

"I told you how excited my cock was, didn't I?"

You can only moan a reply. Nothing close to speech escapes your mouth.

"God this is hot. My drop-dead gorgeous Cristina bare naked and blindfolded," he pauses to change his rhythm, "And she happily does whatever her man tells her to do. How cooperative!"

Your legs begin to shake.

"What a lovely partner you are. Is there anything I can do for you? Or, to you, perhaps, to say thank you?"

How Tristan found the time, energy, or focus to talk during sessions like this never ceased to amaze you. I can barely think.

"CUM WITH ME!" you shout. Your legs feel close to buckling. He adjusts his grip on your waist, and continues thrusting.

"Get ready Cristina, I'm about to -"

"Ooooooooh!" you interrupt as you reach another orgasm. The thrusts suddenly increase in both intensity and speed, and you feel your legs give out. He's quick to step forward to support you, his cock never leaving you. The after shocks of the orgasm work their way through you, and you feel the last throbs of Tristan's cock pumping his cum into you.

You sigh in unison, and then he pulls out. You feel the blindfold come off, and a few kisses on your neck.