Blind Fools

Blind Fools: Chapter 24

Chapter 24

Ophelia rolled to her side and sobbed into a pillow she couldn’t see. She trusted him. But he was like all the others. Although Ian hadn’t screwed her with abandon, and then left her still yet to orgasm, he’d not respected her wishes and did whatever the hell he wanted…which had been amazing – he had a very talented tongue and very agile fingers – but that wasn’t what she was here for.

“Ah, hell, Ophelia,” he said, laying a hand on her shoulder. “You have to understand—“

She jerked away from him and snatched the mask off her eyes. “Don’t touch me,” she said through her tears. She realized she should have left the mask on. Blinking through her blurry, wet vision, she saw where she was, and who she was with, and she wanted to go home.

This was a mistake.

“Ophelia, please,” he begged her. “I told you that I’d give you everything you’ve ever wanted, and I will. You have to trust me.”

She turned to face him, wishing again she still wore the mask because she saw the confusion and angst in his clear green eyes and had to stamp down the urge to soothe him. “I told you up front what I wanted,” she said angrily. “And you failed to deliver.”

Now, his features tightened with his own anger. “You said you wanted an orgasm by a man,” he retorted, “and I gave you that.”

“But I wanted to have one during normal sex!” she spit at him. “Not foreplay! I can do that at home!”

“And you said that I have until dawn to do that,” he returned, sitting up, and she caught her first glimpse of his erection. Momma Mia…

She must have been staring because his face relaxed, and he grinned at her. “See anything you like?”

Yes, very much so. “Are you always so confident?”

Ian closed his eyelids and sighed heavily. “No, I’m not. But I still think that I can give you something special…if you still want me to.” He reached over for her hand, or so she thought, but he grasped her thigh and a surge of that traitorous desire shot up her spine.

That hand paused for a moment, giving her a chance to back away, but her body refused to listen to reason…or at least, it wouldn’t listen to the tiny thought in the back of her head that was steadily being pushed further and further into shadows. I’m a klutz that can’t be satisfied.

No! I am a woman, dammit! A mature woman that should just go after what I want. I can be satisfied.

Ian’s touch traveled up to her hip, slowly and hesitantly, sending more and more jolts of lust through her blood, and Ophelia jutted her chin up, knowing that she deserved to have something as simple as an average sexual experience, and said aloud, “I can be satisfied.” He stopped moving, furrowed his brow at her, and asked, “Why did you say that? Of course, you can be satisfied.”