She doesn’t.
The urge to praise her is almost overwhelming, but I want to learn her limits tonight, so I need to save the positive reinforcement for later.
She’ll need them.
I place the bag of grapes on the nightstand and hold up the other item I grabbed.
“My jersey,” I say as I fold it over itself a few times, “is going to be the main part of our game tonight.”
I hold it out, but not in a way that tells her to take it. Her eyes meet mine like she understands I want her to take it, but waiting for permission to do so.
This girl is going to be the death of me.
“Feel it,” I tell her.
She listens, stroking her fingers lightly over the fabric, the rest of her remaining still.
“You’re using one of your senses to feel the practice jersey,” I begin, leaning toward her and wrapping the jersey around her head to cover her eyes. “And I’m going to take away your ability to see, which will heighten your other senses. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
“Good. Now, lie back on the bed.”
She does so without any questions, and I find myself watching her every move. Her hands find the headboard, and her long legs stretch out in front of her as she settles into position. Then, she lets her arms rest at her sides.
I walk around to the side of the bed and watch as her head shifts slightly from left to right, almost like she’s trying to look around. My favorite part of this experience is watching her realize just how much she relies on sight.
The bag of grapes makes an odd sound as it hits the blanket beside Violet, and her head whips in that direction.
Reaching forward, I feel her jump as my fingers find hers. Touching lightly and then letting her go. I move to her collarbone, remembering where I’d peppered kisses and tasted her skin for the first time. It makes me want to lick her from head to toe, but this exercise of sensory play is testing my patience just as much as it is hers.
Lifting my hand again, I move to her foot, tickling the sole lightly before dragging my fingers up her calf and toward the inside of her thigh.
Her breath hitches, and I smirk, loving that this is already getting to her.
I shift to the other leg and do the same thing, but when I don’t get the same reaction, I find myself dragging my fingers higher, toying with the base of her pink shorts.
The satisfaction hits hard when I notice her chest rising and falling a little faster than it was before.
I crawl onto the bed, straddling her body and watching her arms lift but fall almost immediately as she remembers I didn’t give her permission. I’m disappointed at the idea of not feeling her touch. But I absolutely love it all at the same time.
I lean forward, placing a hand on either side of her head and gently press my lips to hers, tasting her kiss like it’s the first time back at the hockey arena. I want to savor this moment, having complete control of every part of her. And simultaneously losing control of myself as my tongue sweeps over hers.
We get lost in the kiss, and I find myself not wanting to waste any time with her. So, I break the kiss and slide down the front of her, licking and kissing from her jaw to her neck, stopping at the start of her tank top. She smells like coconut, and it’s a scent that I’ll always associate with her. It suits her so perfectly. And I wonder how something so simple can have such an impact on my pulse.
Her breathing is rapid, and I can hear her heartbeat in the silence of the room. There’s something so vulnerable about hearing someone’s heart react this way. It’s proof that this moment matters, and the way I’m feeling isn’t one-sided.
I reach down toward the base of her tank top, lifting and exposing her soft belly. I run my finger over her navel, followed by my tongue, unable to stop myself.
Fuck patience, I want to dive into her, and there’s no one stopping me but myself.
No. If she is following orders, then so can you. Focus. Make this count.
My inner captain is fighting with my inner player. The captain wants to take hold and play by the rules, but the player wants to say fuck the rules and make history with a play that would wow the crowd.
I didn’t gain the title for nothing.
Keeping it light, I blow air across her belly and wait for the goosebumps to prickle her skin so I can taste them. Every bump on my tongue is a mixture of excitement and adventure.
