“Let me unbutton your shirt first. I want your sexy body to be the last thing I see before you cover my eyes.” I dropped my feet from the counter and leaned forward.
I was already reaching for the top button on his dress shirt before he answered, knowing he wouldn’t reject me.
“Have at it.”
Popping each button open, his dark olive skin made me melt the more I stared. My fingers frolicked over every groove and muscle on his body, and just as I was getting sucked into the way his skin burned like fire, the soft silk fabric of his tie wrapped securely around my eyes.
“Is this okay?”
“Perfect.” I licked my lips in anticipation.
The fabric was tight—not too tight—but secure enough that I wouldn’t be able to see a thing. It didn’t matter if I tried to open my eyes or not, all I saw was the imprint of his broad chest and carved stomach. The picture of him burned into my eyelids.
“You have no idea how good you look.”
Right back at ya.
Spencer startled me with a firm grip around my wrists, ripping my hands away from his smooth chest. I already missed the way his warm skin burned in my hands, but I couldn’t wait to see how his touch would surprise me next.
Feeling confident under his hungry gaze, I propped up on my hands and brought myself back up to the counter. Spreading my legs, I offered him a good hard look at me without a care in the world what I looked like doing this blindfolded.
“Have you been blindfolded before, Avery?” His thumbs slid up my legs at a torturously slow pace.
“I’ve done a lot of things,” I swallowed, heavily, “but not with someone I have feelings for.”
It was true. Being an escort, I signed up for just about anything. I’d been through the motions of being blindfolded, having my hands tied, even my feet, or whatever kink my client might have had on any given night. But going through the motions didn’t mean I felt anything. While the times before had been a show, I could already tell in this moment, Spencer made me eager and anxious for what was to come.
“I like you, Avery. A lot. I’m going to show you just how much, is that okay with you?” His voice was strangled, almost like if he didn’t get a taste of me soon, he’d break.
If I had to guess, his eyes were cemented on my body, his cock rock hard beneath his pants, leaking from the tip.
“More than okay.”
I could hear him adjusting as he took a knee; his face was hovering right over my pussy, and his warm breath invaded my space. Being this exposed to him was the most turned on I’d ever felt in my life. It left me wet and begging for him while my imagination took over the rest.
His breath tickled the insides of my thighs, and when I reached out for his hair, it only confirmed how achingly close to me he was.
I was growing impatient.
“Taste me, Spencer. Please.” I pulled his head toward me with a light tug, feeling desperate for his mouth.
A raspy chuckle filled the space around me.
“You know, the best part of being blindfolded is fully giving up your control—trusting me. Anticipating the next move. Being shocked when it comes and fully embracing the feel of it without being able to see it. Depriving your eyes of being able to see me will only heighten your orgasm. Trust me, baby.”
“I trust you.” The expectancy was so high that I felt greedy, but then again, I wanted moments like this with Spencer to last forever.
Once upon a time, my life was nights filled with men I couldn’t care less about. Men who paid to use me as their sex toy and I’d allow them. I spent hours counting down the minutes that it could all be over. Waiting for them to come just so I could fake my enjoyment alongside them.
Spencer had been the first man to bring me to that point since my ex. And even then, his fingers alone were a million times better than any dick I’d ever experienced.
Catching me off guard, he blew lightly against my clit and unexpectedly brought both of his hands up to my tits. When he pinched both nipples with a roughness I wasn’t anticipating, my hips bucked forward, arching my back.
The coarseness of his touch and the light breaths against my clit had been polar opposites. But both sensations made my stomach drop, and he had yet to even put his mouth on me.
“Yes,” I hissed.
I embraced the pain he applied to my nipples; every sensation about it exhilarated me. But it didn’t last long whenhe quickly soothed it with a pleasant swipe of his tongue across each one.
