Tip twenty-three; Use your body to your advantage. Strip tease, sway, move your hips, distract him with your body.
Ivy
"Give me your hand."
My hand twitches on my stomach before I lift it, reaching forward and sucking in a soft breath when fingers brush my own.
Asher's hand wraps around mine, tightening slightly on my fingers before moving to my wrists where I feel his fingers wrap around it.
My breaths feel heavy in my chest, loud, bouncing around in my ears and it's all I can focus on, the rushed intake of my breathing until suddenly I can't focus on anything but the sensation of my fingertips brushing something hot, hard.
"Asher?" I whisper, my heart pounding.
"Shhh." Asher whispers, "let go, just feel, listen,touch."
I seal my lips shut, mouth feeling dry before I lick my lips. Energy zips through me when my hand moves, puppeteered by Asher. I feel the heat emanating from whatever I'm touching - which very much feels like Asher's stomach, the hard planes of his muscles dipping and curving as my hand is moved across the expanse of skin.
Fingers twine between mine, and my stomach swoops low.
"What can you feel?"
I suck in a breath at Asher voice, the raspy low quality to it.
"Skin." I murmur, "your stomach."
"Whatexactlydo you feel?"
"You fishing for compliments, Asher?"
He chuckles lowly. The timbre like a straight shot to my core and I feel the affect it has on me instantly, the wetness pooling between my thighs.
"Tell me what you feel." Asher's voice leaves no room for argument, the words almost a command.
"Hard." I whisper and clear my that, "you feel hot and hard."
My hand moves, and my brows furrow as I try to make sense of where exactly Asher has me travelling.
"What about now?"
"Hard." I squeeze my eyes behind the blindfold. "Harder. Like bone."
My hand moves again.
"And now?"
"Denim."
The cool touch of metal skims against my fingertips and I curl my hand, "Zipper." I say without prompt.
"You're doing good."
The praise shocks me, but what shocks me more is the heat that shoots through me. I squirm on the bed and Asher lets out a breath.
"What's wrong?" His voice sounds odd, choked.
"Nothing." I breathe out, feeling too hot.
"Tell me."
