Blind

Chapter 7

I've been blind since birth. I've never seen a butterfly, a tree, or anyone's face. I know that sparks curiosity — and I get it, because I hear all the ridiculous shit you people say about a blind person's life that honestly makes me laugh until I cry. To me, my life is normal. I've never known anything else, so I learned to be happy in my own way.

It had been a while since I'd hooked up with anyone, you know? I was in a dry spell. Then a friend decided to set me up with some guys. One of them was super nice… and hot. How do I know he was good-looking? Well, my friends told me! And look, my idea of beauty is different. To me, what matters is a good smell, smooth skin to touch, a well-groomed beard… those kinds of things.

They kept bugging the poor guy with a million instructions about me. "Don't do this, don't leave her alone, be careful with that" — like I was some fragile porcelain doll about to get lost in the world. I think he almost backed out. Almost. But thank God, he didn't.

Right on time, he showed up. I'd planned to make dinner for him, and his scent hit me first — it came through the door and found me before he did. Warm, woody… I was already melting with anticipation. I opened the door and felt his presence filling the doorway, standing there on the hallway carpet.

"Hi, everything good? Come on in,"

I said, trying to sound casual, but my heart was pounding.

He came in smiling, gave me a tight hug, the kind that already says a lot, and a kiss on the cheek, lingering a bit. Cheeky bastard… point to him.

"Everything's good, and you?"

he replied.

"Brought some wine. Can I put it in the fridge?"

"Sure, go ahead. If you want, you can turn on the light, okay? I don't need it, so I don't even know if the bulbs still work."

"Relax, the girls gave me a full rundown on how to act here,"

he said, laughing.

"Oh, they're something else… But there's no secret. Just don't leave things out of place — like in any house, right?"

I've never been much of a cook. I always manage the basics, and the presentation of the dishes… well, looks were never my strong suit in the kitchen. I'm blind, right? I can't tell if the food looks pretty, only if it smells good and tastes good. I made spaghetti Bolognese — foolproof — and we ate together. And of course, I cracked all the blind jokes I know. I love the vibe when a guy doesn't know whether to laugh or apologize.

Then came dessert, he washed the dishes — cute, him trying to figure out where everything goes — and he stayed in the kitchen with me, listening closely as I directed: "This one goes here, that one there, careful with the drawer." And he was hanging on my every word like it was some hypnotic podcast. Typical. There's always that enchanted look, like "oh my God, she does everything on her own." It's kind of annoying. But whatever, I'm used to impressing people without trying.

After the last dish was done, he went quiet for a few seconds, then his voice dropped lower, almost lazy:

"You always lived alone?"

The intention slipping under the question, almost unnoticeable. Almost.

"Always. Since I left my parents' house… Why? Wanna move in with me?"

"Hey, why not? We could do a test run. See if it works out…"

"Test run?"

I repeated, raising an eyebrow.

"What exactly does that include?"

"Oh, nothing major… I need to know if you snore, if you have bad breath…"

"Hmm… but wait. Are you talking about sharing the apartment… or the bed?"

He laughed, with that vibe of someone who'd lost the thread of the conversation minutes ago.

"With prices these days… one bedroom would be a huge savings."

"Look at you… starting to think you're trying to take advantage of the blind girl…"

"Just a little maybe,"

he said, stepping closer. His scent again, nearer.

"But it's for a good cause."

"Oh yeah?"

When someone kisses you out of nowhere, without any warning sound, just that thick silence and a warm presence closing in… it's always a shock. Suddenly he was there, his breath brushing my face, and his mouth hit mine dead on. I smiled into the kiss, had to focus to keep my balance. His mouth was soft, wet just right, and it tasted delicious — with a hint of Bolognese, which made me laugh inside.

He was the type that pins you with his body. He pulled me in slowly, his chest against mine, arms wrapping around until I was fully pressed into him, backed against the sink. His hot tongue explored my mouth firmly, and his hands slid down, seeking out the softest parts of my body. When he grabbed my ass hard, I had to pump the brakes a bit.

"Babe… slow down. I've never seen a cock before, okay?"

"What do you mean? Are you a virgin?"

"No, honey. I said I've never seen a cock. You forgot? I'm blind."

He laughed out loud, that nice way that makes his chest rumble. I felt his body shake against mine and took the chance to grab his hand, warm and big, and led him to the bedroom.

There, standing up, I wrapped my leg around his waist, feeling the heat build between us. I kissed his neck, rubbing my thigh against his, feeling the hair and the firmness of his muscle. The clothes came off slowly, piece by piece, each touch waking up my whole body. We fell onto the bed together, glued, in total surrender. His body was solid, dense, full of muscles that crushed me in the best way. The hair on his chest brushed my sensitive skin, and he held me like he didn't want me to get away — and I didn't want to either.

He moved his mouth down slowly, exploring my body like he was mapping every inch with his tongue. When he reached my chest, he let out a hot sigh that gave me goosebumps all over. First, he brushed his lips there, no rush, just the warmth of his breath teasing me.

His tongue started circling my nipple slowly, wet, firm, creating that delicious contrast with the cooler night air. When he finally sucked, taking it all in his mouth, I felt my whole body react — a shiver running from the base of my spine up to my neck.

He alternated between sucking and licking, leaving it throbbing, and his hands gripped my waist like he wanted to claim it. With every harder suck, I let out a low, husky moan, and he smiled against my skin, like he was enjoying the effect he was having.

"You naughty boy… Wait, is the light on?"

"You said it doesn't make a difference!"

"Naughty, you want to see me, don't you?"

He didn't even answer.

He kept going down with his mouth, licking my body like he was thirsty for me. His beard scraped my hot skin, making me shiver all over. Each kiss left a wet, teasing trail, and when he got to my belly, he paused. He kissed there hard, buried his nose, breathed deep like he wanted to memorize my scent. And he went lower.

He spread my legs with his big hands, opening me up without any fuss, and felt how wet I already was — totally ready for him. He ran his tongue slowly between my lips, from bottom to clit, in that first touch that made me let out an uncontrolled husky moan. His mouth latched onto my pussy like he was starving.

He sucked me hard, tongue firm, wet, dipping between my lips, pulling on my clit like he wanted to drive me crazy. He did circles, then licked straight, then sucked again — no breaks, no mercy. I could only writhe and moan, louder and louder, feeling his fingers opening me wider, exposing everything for him to explore.

He moaned with me, like he was eating the best pussy in the world. He muttered curses between licks, low in the midst of the moans, like he was high on lust. When he thrust his tongue inside me and shook his head hard, like he was fucking me with his mouth, I almost came right then, in the middle of that dirty, delicious scene.

"What a wet fucking pussy…"

he murmured, and kept sucking with even more hunger.

I was already lost and on the edge, limp, melting in his mouth, but still with that fire caught in my throat, wanting more. I grabbed his hair hard, pulled, and whispered in his ear, voice rough with lust:

"Come up here… I want your mouth and your cock at the same time."

He let out a low moan, almost a growl, and got up. I repositioned on the bed, lay on my side, legs spread, body still trembling. I felt him climbing, positioning over me, and before he could hesitate, I gripped his hip hard.

"Relax… I don't need to see shit to know what to do with it."

The head of his cock brushed my lips, heavy, hot, with that musky scent of hard, sweaty dick that made me even wetter. I opened my mouth and let my tongue out first, feeling around, sensing the texture of the skin, the veins pulsing. When I took him between my lips and started sucking slow, I felt his whole body shudder above me.

He went back to my pussy with even more hunger, sucking me like I was the only thing that mattered in the world. The weight of his body on top, the feel of his belly against my back, the muffled moans against my pussy while I swallowed his cock eagerly… all of it drove me wild.

I tasted him on my tongue and felt the hair scraping my cheek, the strong smell of his wet cock, the sound of his mouth sucking my soaked clit, all at once. It was rough, hot, messy, and delicious. He held my hips, spreading my legs wider, licking deep, fucking me with his tongue while I sucked every inch of him, feeling the head throb in my mouth.

"Fuck…"

he whispered against my skin, moaning.

"You suck so good…"

I let his cock out of my mouth just to reply, voice dirty with saliva and juices:

"Thanks, but you haven't seen anything yet!"

And I took him back down to my throat, hand firm on his ass, pulling hard.

He pulled away from my pussy, panting, breath heavy, cock throbbing, still licking my wetness like he never wanted to stop. He climbed back up my body and nipped my shoulder lightly, voice rough, urgent:

"Get on all fours for me… I need to fuck you now."

Just hearing that made my body react. I rolled over quick on the bed, arched up, braced my arms on the mattress, ass up for him, totally open, pulsing with want. I felt his hands on my thighs, firm, making space, exploring. The head of his cock brushed my entrance, wet, throbbing, and I pushed back a little, wanting to feel it all.

"Fuck me… fuck me deep. Hard. I want to feel all of you."

He obeyed. He plunged in all at once, no mercy, to the hilt. A dull smack, my moan muffled into the pillow. I'm loud, I can't hide it — every thrust pulled a raw, loud, dirty moan from me.

"Yeah… yeah, fuck… deeper… fuck me harder!"

I begged, repeated, nonstop, with every stroke.

He gripped my waist hard, pulling me back into him, making the slap of our bodies echo in the room. His cock drove in and out hard, wet smacks, fucking with real force, with that good kind of anger, like he wanted to break something inside me. And I did — I wanted him to wreck me with pleasure, leave no room to think about anything else.

"Yeah, fuck… more… more… deeper! Fuck me, fuck me hard, don't stop…"

my voice broke in the moans, body all sweat, shaking.

He leaned in, bit my neck, and thrust with even more fury. His body crushing mine, breath out of control, his moans building with mine. I felt filled to my soul, every thrust deeper, dirtier, closer to the edge.

"I'm gonna come…"

he moaned in my ear.

"Come with me… come inside… I'm almost there… fuck me more, come on, fill me up…!"

And that's when it hit. In the middle of that brutal sequence of thrusts, I collapsed, came screaming, shaking all over, falling apart around his cock. And he came with me, moaning rough, thrusting to the end, burying deep as his cum filled me hot, pulsing.

We collapsed together on the bed, panting, stuck, sweaty, fucked… and totally satisfied. The room still smelled like cum, hot skin, and mixed breaths. We stayed quiet for a few seconds, just the sound of our chests heaving.

"Did you leave the bedroom light on?"

I asked, my mouth still against his shoulder.

"I did, why?"

I made a face, half-laughing, half-hiding in him.

"How embarrassing…"