“I know it might seem… intense,” Morgan said, watching her carefully. “But I want you to know that everything here is about pleasure. About trust. Nothing is meant to cause pain, only enhanced sensation. And we only use what you’re comfortable with.”
“All right,” Eliza said as she turned to face him. “What did you have in mind?”
Morgan reached past her, selecting one of the silk scarves. It was a deep emerald green that rivaled his eyes, soft as a whisper. “This. Just this. If you’ll let me.”
“What would you do with it?” she asked as her eyes grew wide.
“Blindfold you.” His voice had dropped to that low, rough tone that made her stomach flip. “I want to heighten your other senses. Make every touch, every kiss, more intense. But only if you trust me.”
Eliza’s breath came faster. The idea both terrified and thrilled her. “I trust you.”
Morgan’s smile was slow, sensual. “Then come back to bed, darling. Let me show you what pleasure can be when you can’t see it coming.”
He undressed her slowly, reverently, as he always did. Each piece of clothing removed with care, with appreciation. Whenshe was bare before him, he guided her to sit on the edge of the bed.
“Lie back,” he murmured. “Get comfortable.”
She did, her heart pounding with anticipation.
Morgan stood before her, still fully clothed, holding the green silk scarf. “Last chance to change your mind.”
“I don’t want to change my mind. I want this. I want you.”
“Good girl.” He leaned down, pressing a kiss to her lips. “If anything becomes too much, if you want to stop for any reason, just sayred. Can you remember that?”
“Red.”
“Perfect.” He straightened, and gently, so gently, he placed the scarf over her eyes, tying it loosely at the back of her head. “Can you see anything?”
“No. Just darkness.”
“Good. Now just feel, darling. Just feel.”
The loss of sight made every other sense sharper. She heard the rustle of fabric as Morgan removed his shirt. Felt the dip of the mattress as he joined her on the bed. Then his hands were onher, and she gasped at the touch of skin on skin. Delicate as a feather. Without sight, every touch was magnified. His fingers trailing down her arm raised goosebumps across her entire body. His lips pressing against the hollow of her throat made her arch off the bed.
“That’s it,” Morgan murmured, his breath hot against her skin. “Just feel. Don’t think. Just feel. Forget yourself.”
He mapped her body with his hands and mouth, taking his time. When his mouth closed over her breast, Eliza cried out, her hands flying to his hair.
“So responsive,” he praised. “I love how your body responds to me.”
He continued his exploration, moving lower. His hands parted her thighs gently, and then his mouth was on her center, and Eliza couldn’t hold back the moan that tore from her throat as he sucked on her nub.
“Morgan! Oh God!”
“Let me hear you,” he encouraged between strokes of his tongue. “Don’t hold back. I want to hear every sound, feel every shudder. I want to lap up every drop of you.”
He worked her with his mouth and fingers until she was writhing beneath him, desperate for release. But every time she got close, he’d slow down, drawing out the pleasure until she was begging.
“Please,” she gasped. “Please, Morgan, I need… Ah!”
“What do you need, darling? Tell me.”
“You. I need you. I need you inside me.”
She heard him groan, felt him shift positions. Then he was there, at her entrance, and he pushed inside in one smooth stroke that made them both gasp.
“Look at you,” Morgan murmured, though she couldn’t see him looking. “So beautiful like this. So open to me. So trusting.”
