She felt the brush of his jaw against her hair, then thewarmth of his breath as he spoke against her temple, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
The praise was so unexpected, so unguarded, that it made her shiver. No one had ever said it like that before, not with awe but with certainty, like he was naming a fact. She’d been told she was sexy, hot, and yes, beautiful, but not with reverence. Not in the way someone would appreciate art and still want to tear her clothes off, which is exactly what she’d always wanted.
She sensed him take a step back, and the distance made her greedy. She wanted to rip off the blindfold and drag him down to her, but the ache in her body was so exquisite she almost wanted to live inside it forever.
She could hear his breathing. It was heavier than it was before. Maybe she was affecting him as much as he was affecting her. Her hands moved up her bare thighs restlessly, just needing to feel something, and she heard him say, “Take off the shirt.”
His voice was so deep, so gravelly, it sent a ripple of desire through her.
She stood and did as he asked, pulling both sleeves and letting them slip down her arms. The shirt softly fell to the floor, pooling at her feet, and she stood totally naked, blindfolded, in front of a man whose name she didn’t know, and she never felt more powerful in her life.
A deep groan ripped from his chest as he once again commanded, “Sit down.”
Her legs were about to give out, so she was happy for the instruction. This was exactly what she’d been missing in her sex life. This was what she needed, someone telling her exactly what to do. Someone else flying and knowing exactly how to get to the destination.
When she felt his hands on her, a shiver rushed through her at the contact, but he didn’t touch her where shewanted most, not yet. Instead, he explored her. Her neck, her shoulders, her chest. He mapped her as if she were a new country and he, a master cartographer. When hefinallycupped her breast, his hand was gentle but firm, and she heard her own gasp before she realized she’d made it.
He took his time teasing her before, finally, he traced her nipples with his finger, then his tongue. Her puckered nubs peaked under his touch. He toyed with them, rolling one between his thumb and forefinger, then drawing his mouth down to take her in, first with lips, then tongue, then with the sharp tease of teeth. Jenna couldn’t help the whimper that left her. The sensation was magnified by her helplessness, the lack of sight, and the not knowing what would come next.
His other hand was busy as well, kneading her other breast, then squeezing them together, making her arch into his touch. He licked both, then she felt him lick between her breasts, his saliva dripping down her body. Then, she felt something new—a thick, broad heat—pressing between her plump flesh: he was hard, and he was using her chest, sliding himself between her mounds.
Fuck, that was hot.
Despite being blindfolded, she looked down. He rocked his hips, thrusting slowly, the crown of his cock grazing her chin, then her lips. The first time he did it, she gasped. The second time, she was ready, tongue darting out to taste him as he passed. The salty, hot flavor made her moan, and she waited for the next pass, eager to please him.
He rewarded her with a low, guttural growl. “Fuck,” he said, his voice thick with arousal. “Good girl.” The praise hit her like a jolt of electricity. She did it again and again, licking at his tip each time it brushed her mouth. He swelled, growing even harder, and she relished theevidence of his pleasure. He braced a knee on the bed beside her for leverage. She gripped his thigh as he hovered above her, hands possessive on her breasts as he fucked her cleavage with long, slow strokes.
Until he pressed his engorged head against her lips. She opened for him, tongue out, and he used the pad of his thumb to guide her jaw. He didn’t push all the way into her mouth, just let her taste him, savor him. She sucked lightly, earning another deep groan from him. It was the most erotic thing she’d ever experienced: the power in her helplessness, the way he made her feel worshipped and desired, not used. He guided her head at his pace and depth. She tried to go faster, to take him deeper, but he didn’t let her. His breathing was growing more labored, and she felt him swelling in her mouth, which made her own body coil with unspent release.
When she thought she’d lose her mind from the tension, he pulled out of her, then his mouth was on her neck, his tongue tracing a line of kisses up her chest, her throat, her jaw. He stopped at her ear, his breath hot. “You look so fucking beautiful like that, with my cock in your mouth,” he murmured, and she believed him. She could feel the sincerity in his voice, in his touch, in his breath.
Then he was gone. She heard him move, the mattress dipping as he maneuvered her. Hands on her shoulders, he pressed her gently back, laying her across the cool sheets. She complied, still blindfolded and exposed. She didn’t know what he’d do next, and that was what made every second so sharp and sweet.
“Spread your legs,” he commanded, softer now, but no less certain.
Jenna obeyed, legs trembling as she parted them. The air kissed her inner thighs. She was wet, embarrassingly so, she could feel her arousal as the air hit her sex.
“Touch yourself,” he instructed, his voice a velvet blade.
She hesitated, not out of doubt but from the sheer foreignness of the command.
She felt the mattress dip beneath her, and his hands gripped her thighs, spreading her farther apart. His thumbs began making lazy circles just above her knee. “Touch yourself,” he instructed again.
This time, her hand slid between her thighs, and she found herself already wet, pulsing of want. She couldn’t see him, but she was acutely aware of his gaze. His breathing changed as soon as her fingers slid down her folds.
“Good girl,” he groaned.
The praise caused the seam of her pussy to pulse with need.
“Spread yourself for me.”
She did as he asked, spreading her folds apart.
He moaned. “So pretty, so pretty and pink and wet for me.”
The more he talked, the closer she got to coming.
“Remember you don’t come until I say you come.”
