She’s everything. Plush and wet. Dripping honey.
I want to drink from her.
Drown in her.
Steep myself in every last drop.
“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I murmur, meaning every word as I drag my index finger up the inside of her thigh. Close, but not touching where she needs it most. “You’re so fucking sexy. Soaked. It’s a full-time job keeping this greedy pussy satisfied.”
“Dice.” She writhes, eyes glazed, lips parted.
“Still good?”
“Better than good.”
I bend down, kissing my way up her leg. When I reach her center, I hover. Hot breath ghosting over her plump lips. “Say please.”
She narrows her eyes. “Really?”
“Mm-hmm.”
She makes me wait a beat, then grudgingly says, “Please.”
Not quite a surrender. But close enough for now. I reward her with one long, slow lick that makes her gasp and tense all over.
She tugs at the cuffs, asking for more without words. But I need her to say it.
I pull back slightly.
“Don’t,” she groans, voice ragged. “Don’t stop.”
“All in good time, Web.” I slide off the bed, slowly stripping off my clothes, letting her hear every whisper of fabric. When my underwear drops and I spring out—thick, hard, and leaking—she licks her lips.
“Fuck, Dice.”
“You want it?”
“Like my next breath.”
Damn. That almost takes me off course. Almost. “I’m going to blindfold you now. Heighten all those senses. You good with that?”
“Mm-hmm.” She nods, her breath quickening.
“Let me hear you say it.”
“Yes,” she pants eagerly. “Blindfold me.”
I slide it over her head, smoothing the black silk across her eyes. The moment she can’t see, I trail two fingers down her cheek. She trembles.
“Still good? I ask.
“Y-yes.”
I kiss her. Her mouth, usually all sass and snark, is now soft and yielding.
“I love kissing you,” I whisper, going in for more until we’re both breathing hard and heat is rising off our skin like steam. “I’ll be right back.”
“What? Where are you going?”
