Stephanie slowly approached the bed and lay down. Adjusting herself so she would be comfortable and making sure she had a pile of pillows beneath her head. She watched as he went to work, his gorgeous naked body bending over her to tie first one wrist, then the other to the headboard. His skin gleamed in the golden light cast from the dimmed lamp that sat on the nightstand and the sight of his muscles working with his every movement made her breathless.
He was so beautifully built, so wondrously hard and masculine. His cock already stood at half mast and she wanted to reach out and touch, stroke him just the way he liked but she couldn’t.
She frowned. It was just as enjoyable touching him as when he touched her. She wasn’t sure if she’d be able to take this tonight.
Justin smiled when he finished tying off the last knot and he kissed her again, reassuring her without words that everything would be all right.
He tied her ankles to the footboard with two ties each, making it long enough so he could secure her to the large piece of furniture. The knots were loose, she could move with some ease but she was still utterly at his mercy.
And she had to admit as she lay there, watching him prepare her, she found it arousing.
“Are you comfortable?” He looked concerned and he smoothed a hand over her forehead, his touch gentle.
“Yes.” She tugged at the ties with her hands and felt them give a little.
He had one remaining tie in his hand. “What would you think if I wanted to blindfold you?”
She blinked up at him. Who was this man and where were these requests coming from? Was he angry that she’d been reluctant earlier when they talked? Was she making a mistake, giving him this advantage?
And when had it turned into giving each other an advantage? She’d always felt on equal footing with Justin sexually. This was nothing more than him wanting to give her pleasure, she was sure.
Well, she hoped.
She also couldn’t help but think what a great article this experience could turn out to be.
Yes, she really was a bitch.
“I guess I don’t mind,” she finally answered, her voice hesitant even to her own ears. It would probably heighten the experience, bringing her other senses alive since she wouldn’t be able to see him.
“It’ll make the experience even more intense.” The expression on his face was serious, his eyes glowing in the dim light and a pang touched her heart at the thought of not being able to see him when he made love to her.
But she would do this. For him—and because she was curious.
“Lift up,” he commanded and when she did so, he wrapped the tie around her head, covering her eyes. He tied it at the back of her head, the knot resting just at the base of her nape and she carefully laid back down when he was done.
“Can you see me?”
She shook her head, faint shards of light shining above and beneath the tie but she couldn’t make out anything. “Not at all.”
He drew his fingers down the length of her thigh, making her jump. “Relax, baby, I’m not going to hurt you.”
“I know.” And she did. Her entire body thrummed in anticipation, waiting for his touch, wondering what he would do next.
Justin was quiet, his hands slowly skimming all over her body. The only sound his breathing and hers and the mattress creaking as he shifted on the edge of the bed. She closed her eyes and relaxed, her body sinking into the mattress and she let his touch take over, take her away.
When his mouth brushed her shoulder, she gasped at the unexpected contact. He smiled, she could actually feel it against her skin and then his mouth drifted across her front, along her collarbone, down her chest, over her breasts.
Her nipples hardened, stiff and begging for his touch but he ignored them, lavishing attention on the valley of skin between her breasts, the sensitive area just beneath them.
She squirmed beneath his mouth, wanting more, wanting him to suck and lick her nipples. But she wouldn’t ask, she wouldn’t beg. She wasn’t that far gone.
Yet.
“I love the way you taste, your soft skin, the way you smell.” His hot breath wafted across her, making her shiver. “It’s like I can’t get enough of you.”
Oh, this was pure torture, the way he touched her, the things he said. She already regretted the way she handled everything earlier and she was scared this would be one of the last nights she spent with him. His big hands cupped the undersides of her breasts, bringing them together and finally, finally he licked first one, then the other nipple, alternating between the two.
Stephanie arched into his hands, her arms straining against her restraints and he sucked one nipple deep into his mouth, lashing it with his tongue, his teeth gently biting. She cried out, unable to stop herself, her pussy wet with arousal and her belly clenched.