She throws her head back and laughs. When she wiggles in my arms, I release her. Her purple-painted toes hit the floor, and she immediately pulls me toward the bedroom. “I washed it and put it away for another day, but I think you need it today,” she says cheerily.
I nod. “I do. I really do.” I don’t even know what it is, but I’d bet a very large amount of money that my dirty little girl got us a sex toy. The longer we’ve slept together, the more experimenting we’ve done, and Jessie has a wild side I love.
“Okay, close your eyes,” she commands when we reach the bedroom.
I comply, not wanting to delay this process. I jump when she places something soft and silky over my eyes. “Uh, baby, what’re you doing?”
“Blindfolding you. Duh.”
“Then how am I supposed to see what you got me?” I can hear her opening and closing a drawer, then shuffling around the room.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes, and my safe word is Skittles.”
She snorts. “You won’t need a safe word.”
Bummer.
“What’s your safe word?”
“I don’t have one. I don’t need one.”
“Depending on what you ordered, you might. You can use Twix unless you want Skittles, then I’ll use Twix or we can share Skittles.” I’m rambling, but I can’t stop myself. I’m blindfolded,and hard as a rock but still fully clothed, and I have no idea whatcame in the mail.
She laughs, and I can tell she’s back in front of me again. “Fine. If it makes you feel better, I’ll have a safe word, but I want Snickers.”
“Deal. Now, can you please show me what you got? Or touch me. Orsomething. I’m dying here.”
“I know,” she says coyly, and I can hear the amusement in her voice. “I’ve been watching you squirm.”
I blindly reach out and grab her. “You little devil,” I say as I start tickling her.
In seconds, she’s gasping for air. “Okay, okay. Stop and I’ll behave.”
I stop, but I don’t let go. I grip her shirt, pulling it up and over her head before my lips find hers. I blindly trail my hands back down her outstretched arms until I find her lace bra.
A lace bra?
Fuck yeah!She’s extra horny. It didn’t take me long to figure out her tells, and this is one of them. When the lace bra and panties come out, I know I’m in for a good time. I brush the texture of the lace, feeling her peaked nipple against my palm. The sensation of touch is heightened with the blindfold on and has my dick straining against my jeans.
I trail kisses up her jaw before nibbling on her earlobe. She’s breathing harder now, her hands roaming my abs, arms, and shoulders. I love that she loves to touch me.
“What color are you wearing?” I grip the back of my shirt with one hand and yank it off.
“Red.”
I drop my head down and bite her shoulder, just enough to leave a mark. She gasps and starts to frantically unbutton my jeans.
“And you aren’t going to let me see?”
“In a minute,” she replies, tugging my jeans down, leaving me in nothing but my boxers.
I quickly remove her jean shorts and use my hands to give me averyclear mental image of her in nothing but red lace.
She guides me to the bed and removes my boxers before guiding me back. I lay down, but I can tell she didn’t get on the bed with me. So as dramatically as possible, I start patting the bed on both sides of me, looking for her.
She chuckles from the foot of the bed. “Stop. I’m coming.”
