"You’re beautiful," I say again, this time against her skin, because I want her to know, even if she doesn’t believe it. My voice comes out thick, rougher than I meant.
She doesn’t answer…or maybe she can’t. Her chest is rising faster now, nipples tight, begging to be played with.
Fuck, she’s so responsive.
I brush her hair aside. Using my fingers first then my palm, I stroke down her side. She’s so soft everywhere, but when I grip her hip, I feel hidden muscles tighten, holding her whole self together by sheer force of will.
I admire that.
Every inch I reveal feels like unwrapping something fragile and priceless. I pull the sheet down, slow, letting the cool air tease her skin. On instinct, her back arches.
If I didn’t know better, I’d think she wants to be devoured. Lucky for her, that’s exactly my plan.
I take my time, hands exploring every curve. Down her waist, over the dip at her hip, along the trembling thigh. With every touch, she pushes back just a little more, hungry for it.
I slip my hand between her thighs, remaining gentle. Her whole body jolts. She’s soaked, and I can’t help the groan that escapes.
"You want more?" I press a kiss to her jaw, close enough for her to feel my breath.
She frantically nods, and that’s all the go-ahead I need.
My mouth goes to her neck, kissing lower. I drag my tongue across her collarbone, taste the salt of her skin. My hands roam, palms greedy, down her sides, trailing every shiver, every goosebump. She’s squirming, needy noises escaping her lips with every touch.
I reach her chest and pause. Her tits are perfect, just enough to fill my hand, nipples puckered tight and flushed, so turned on they look painful. I suck one into my mouth, rolling my tongue over the tiny bud, while my other hand cups the opposite, thumb teasing until she moans. She gasps, throwing her head back. The sound goes straight to my cock, and I want to ruin her for anyone else.
"Is this what you want?" I kiss her again, down her belly, letting my tongue taste every inch. She makes this desperatelittle whimper, and fuck if that isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.
I grip her hips, pulling her down so her ass is right at the edge of the bed. I kneel, hands splayed over her thighs, admiring how she immediately opens for me without even realizing what she’s doing.
Just looking at her has me dizzy. Her bare pussy glistening and pink, swollen with need. My mouth waters.
I start slowly, using the tip of my tongue to tease her clit. Her body jerks so hard I have to hold her in place, gripping her thighs tight. I lap at her, gentle at first, then deeper, tasting every drop. She’s so sweet, her taste addictive, nothing like I could’ve imagined.
She’s so wet, her arousal drips down my chin. I can’t stop. I don’t want to.
I use two fingers, easing them up to her entrance, not pushing in yet, just letting her feel how much I want her. My mouth stays on her clit, sucking, swirling, sucking again until her moans are louder.
That’s all I need to hear.
I slip a finger inside, careful and slow. She clamps down, arching her back so hard she nearly leaves the bed. Her hands fly to my head, tangling in my hair, holding on like I’m her only anchor.
Fuck, she’s tight. I gently work her, not rushing, just enough to let her ride the edge. I ease a second finger in, stretching her more, my tongue never leaving her clit. Every little sound she makes, every twitch, every tremor, is victory.
The muscles in her thighs start to shake, squeezing my head between them. But I don’t let up, I push in harder, eating her out like it’s my last meal.
I can feel her getting close. The rhythm of her breathing turns ragged, then stops. Then goes wild again.
Her whole body surrenders as she tries to stifle her screams, coming apart on my tongue. The taste of her floods my mouth, and I ride her through it, lapping up everything she gives me until she’s shaking and limp.
Perfect. Absolutely perfect.
I stay there, kissing the inside of her thigh, feeling the heartbeat of her clit stutter under my mouth. That’s how you make someone feel wanted. That’s how you show her she matters.
She’s sprawled out and spent, gorgeous in a way that has nothing to do with the blindfold, the room, or anything but her. Every muscle gone slack, shuddering with the aftershocks, her grip still tangled in my hair.
I want to memorize this. The way she sounds when she comes. The way her body surrendered, letting me have everything.
I lick her clean then kiss my way back up her body, never letting her go.
