I was thinking about Matt, about the way his brain was whirring so loud I could hear it.
I led him to the bedroom and shut the door behind us. “Get undressed, then lay on the bed,” I directed.
“Noah?”
“I told you we’re going to shut off your brain.” He raised an eyebrow but began removing his shirt. “Slowly.”
His brow furrowed in confusion, but he slowed down the process of getting undressed. I watched with undisguised hunger as he lifted the shirt over his head, revealing the tan torso underneath. My eyes moved to the tattoo on his ribs, and I flashed back to the night where he explored my body, looking for my tattoo. He’d made a point to kiss it every time he went down on me, now that he knew it was there. The same way I traced the black serif font of his tattoo with my tongue.
I wanted to trace it now. I had to physically stuff my hands into the pocket of my sleep pants to hold myself in place.
His shirt fell to the floor, and he began slowly dragging his black sweatpants down his legs. He was left standing there in those delicious black boxer briefs of his, the ones that cupped his package so beautifully. They did even better things for his ass. I lifted a finger and motioned for him to turn around. He moved like he was in a haze, turning in a full slow circle, letting me take in the view. I licked my lips.
How had I gotten so lucky?
I was back with my first love. I was dating the most attractive man I’d ever seen in my life, and I’d seen a lot of men. I’d been with a lot of men.
“Take them off and then lay on the bed.”
He turned so his back was toward me and removed his underwear. His ass was perfect, two beautiful globes that I wanted to bury my face in.
“What are we doing?” he asked as he made his way to the bed. “And am I laying on my stomach or back?”
“Back, for now,” I instructed. “As for the ‘what’, pretty sure that’s obvious.”
His laughter filled my bedroom as he lifted a single middle finger in my direction. I grinned as I stalked toward him. “Do you trust me?”
“With my life.”
His answer was so automatic, so certain, that it left no doubt in my mind. Matthew Bennett trusted me. He cared about me. He wanted me. He wanted me almost as much as I wanted him. It was a miracle.Hewas a miracle.
“Can I blindfold you?” Matt nodded. “I think not being able to see what’s happening next might help you focus, and I want all your attention tonight.”
“You have my attention.”
I went to my beside table and opened the bottom drawer. Matt and I hadn’t explored that drawer together yet and tonight seemed to be the right time for it. I pulled out the black silk blindfold from the depths of the drawer and sat on the bed. “If it gets too much, or you want the blindfold off, or you don’t like something I’m doing, then I want you to tell me, okay?”
Matt leaned up on his elbows. “I promise.”
I secured the blindfold over his eyes and lightly pushed him flat onto the bed. I held up four fingers. “How many fingers am I holding up?”
“How the hell would I know?”
I made a few funny faces, faces I knew would get a reaction from him if he could see them. The fact that there were no reactions told me the blindfold was secure. He couldn’t see. “Hands over your head.”
He raised his hands and clasped them together. He looked so handsome, spread out on my bedspread. My eyes slid up hisbody, up the expanse of tan skin to the black silk mask. I drank in the sight of him, trying to memorize every inch of his body. He shifted on the bed, and I grinned. “Stay still.”
“What are you doing?”
“Watching you.” Matt’s full lips pursed, and I grinned. “Now,” I whispered as I started to lift my shirt over my head, “I’m getting naked.”
“Kind of wish I could see that.”
“You’ve seen it before. Promise it hasn’t changed since last night.”
I pulled my pajama pants and underwear off in one movement, then I stood off the bed. Matt reacted to the shift of the mattress with a grumble and a groan. I had plans to change those sounds into less disgruntled ones soon, and I was looking forward to it. But first, I needed supplies. I started shifting through the drawer, making sure I made a lot of noise as I selected a toy to use on him as well as a few other bits of fun. I laid them on the nightstand and opened the top drawer. I pulled out one of my condoms from the little tin we’d put in there, mixing our two preferred brands together, and the bottle of lube.
They joined the toys on the nightstand.
