I keep my hold on his cock as I rise from my knees, shaky I might add, before I stand before him with the sultriest eyes and confident smirk.
Panting, he stares down at me incredulously. To get my point across, I begin to slowly stroke him. "All I need is a please and I'll finish the job," I say sweetly.
He groans, eyes hot on my hand. I swirl my thumb around his tip, which has leaked more of his arousal, and slowly continue my strokes.
"What a cocktease you are," he grunts.
"No need for me to be such a tease when all you have to do is say a simple word." I'm goading him. And I know it will only lead me to trouble but I can't help it. With him I never can.
His eyes flash to mine and in them I see the new set of determination. And with that hungry and powerful look I know I'm fucked.
He wraps his hand around my wrist to stop my movements before releasing my grip. "Baby, you have no idea what you've just done." The huskiness in his voice causes my core to clench with need.
Before I can even blink he has me thrown down on the bed. I let out a breathless giggle but that comes to an end when he removes the rest of his clothing. Then he prowls over me. His arms support his weight, allowing his body to barely touch mine. A tease in its own that's already driving me mad. I go to arch my back to close the distance but he stops me by pushing me down with a hand on the center of my chest.
I stare up at him defiantly while he stares down at me with full control.
His eyes do a hot perusal of my body. I feel my skin ignite with his heady gaze. And when the tips of his fingers brush along my skin it's like he's set the match to strike the flame.
"All the things I'm going to do to you," he promises in a low tone that has my breath catch. His fingers come to the strap of my thong along my hipbone. "All the ways I'm going to make you writhing with need." Sitting back on his knees he removes my thong and throws it to the side. I lift my foot for him to remove my heeled shoe but he shakes his head. "These stay on," he tells me.
Fucking fuck. I'm losing before he's even set out to do what he's promised.
Transfixed by him I don't move as he gets off the bed. And watching him strut across the room naked is a pleasure I'm not going to deny myself.
"Just how far are you willing to take this, Grace?" He asks over his shoulder.
Curious to what he's up to I raise myself up on the bed, propping myself on my forearms. "However far it takes until I win."
He chuckles darkly. It sends electrical shocks through my body. "You should really be careful with your words."
Now I'm really curious.
When he walks back with a simple black bandanna in his hand my brows pull together.
"That's it?"
"Maybe it is, maybe it isn't," he says vaguely.
I know curiosity killed the cat, but cat be damned, I'm the most curious and sexually aroused I have ever been.
He must see it because he takes the bandanna and uses it as a blindfold as he secures it at the back of my head.
His fingers come to touch my shoulder and I gasp at the sudden touch. He laughs, amused by the whole ordeal.
Fuck, being blindfolded is a whole new experience. With not knowing what he's going to do next the anticipation has only heightened. And so has everything else. Every whisper of touch feels like an electrical shock.
My bra comes undone next and the cool air against my hardened nipples is more of an intense feeling than I would've thought.
I'm awaiting his touch next. My breasts are heaving, practically begging him for his touch. But the sound of his footsteps walking away leaves me shocked.
I tilt my head, hoping my ears don't fail me to pick up on clues.
What feels like an eternity is only under two minutes when he returns. And I hear multiple items being set down on the nightstand.
"Oak, what do you have over there?"
I feel the bed indent as he sits down next to my laid out body. "A little of this, a little of that," he responds with no answer at all.
