I arch an eyebrow. “On?”
“What you plan on doing to me while I’m blindfolded.” She laughs softly.
I chuckle, enraptured by her beautiful smile when I stand in front of her. “Well, love, that’s where the trust comes in.”
Her smile widens before she shuts her eyes, giving me the permission I need. I place the blindfold around her head, tying it tight. The red blindfold is stunning against her skin, calling to me. I drag my fingers over the hard line of her collarbone, across her shoulder, down her arm until I reach the curve of her breast. Using my knuckles, I caress her nipple, grinning when she trembles. “Ah, she likes that,” I murmur.
She tips her head back and moans.
I return to the chest, grabbing out a paintbrush and the small container of black paint on the small shelf. I take my time returning to her, letting anticipation build. Her chest is rising and falling quickly, and the flush of cheeks against the red blindfold stirs a lust so rich and ravenous inside me my cock grows even harder, my balls aching to blow.
When I move in front of her again, I drag the tip of the paintbrush across her nipple. Her gasp brings heat into my sac. I continue to tease her, letting her mind imagine what it is I’m touching her with and what my plan is. I like her guessing. Fuck, I like surprising her even more. Which is why I slowly open the paint, leaving the lid on the table in the sitting area of the bedroom. I dip the brush in and slide the cool paint across her arm.
There’s that half-smile again, and I smile with her, liking this between us. After which, I focus on her, painting her body in the only way that feels right between us at this moment. I don’t count the minutes, or worry I’m taking too long. I take my time, getting this right, letting the silence flow between us. We have each other, and for right now, I’m content with that.
I squat, moving the brush across one thigh. Then the other, working my way back up to her toned stomach, where I slide the brush, slowly, teasingly making her feel like it’s my tongue. One look at her nipples and I see how hard they are, how turned on she is. I don’t need to feel her cunt to know she’s soaking wet for me. Her little tremors, deep breaths, parted mouth already let me know that I have her on fire.
After my final stroke, I take a step back, studying the work of art before me. “You’re stunningly perfect, Aria.”
“Thank you,” she whispers, hands flat against the sides of her thighs.
I turn back to the table, placing the paintbrush on the lid and leaving the small glass container there when I focus on her again. I take her hand, leading her beside the bed. I position her right where I want her, in the center of the mirror, not too close, leaving her able to see the room, us, and everything I want her to see.
I step in behind her and slide her hair back over her shoulders, then I reach up and remove the blindfold. She blinks once, obviously adjusting her vision to the light. Then her eyes squint before they slowly grow wide. I regard what she’s looking at, too.
Fearless. Kind. Strong. Beautiful. Sexy. Smart. Fiery. They are all words I’ve painted across her flesh, along with a few more. “These reasons and more are why I’ve loved you from the very first moment I set my eyes on you.”
Tears fill her eyes.
I kiss her shoulder softly, running my hand down her arm. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
A single tear slides down her cheek. “The words seem to hold more meaning painted on my body like this.” She glances at me in the mirror. “I’ve never had a man love me like you love me. So fiercely. So decidedly.”
“That’s because I am the only man supposed to love you like this.”
She turns then and slides her hands across my face. It’s in this exact moment that I know I have her. Fully. Completely. Tears in her eyes, she whispers, “I’m sorry I made you wait so long.”
“You made me earn you, appreciate you, and crave you in ways I’ve never wanted anything.” I place a finger under her chin, tilting it up, ensuring she hears me. “Never be sorry, Aria. You made me see you in ways I’ve never seen anyone.”
I lean in and my lips meet hers. It’s passion. It’s desire. We’re unleashed. I press my body against hers, feeling the paint between us and nothing else, and I inch her back toward the mattress, helping her into the middle of the bed. I slide my thighs against her legs, spreading her open. “There are many ways I can take you tonight. So many kinky things I want to do to you.” I shift my hips, pressing the tip of my throbbing cock against the warmth of her slit, sliding the weight of my body against hers, pressing her down into the mattress. “But tonight, your first night in the bed where I’ve imagined you for years, you’re staying close. Your eyes on me.”
She moans and arches into me as I slide inside her. I groan against how wet and hot she is. I press my face into her neck, grabbing her hips and slowly shifting my hips, feeling her hot lower lips sliding over my shaft.
When I lean away, I note the flush of her cheeks. She likes being pinned by me, I can tell. I reach up, grabbing her wrists, placing them above her head, and pump my hips. Her rich gasps and groans are what I need. Keeping her wrists above her head with one of my hands, I use the other to grab her leg, hooking my arm around her thigh to drive inside her. Christ, I’m as close and deep as I can get, and it’s what I’ve wanted. What I’ve craved.
She’s going to make me blow far sooner than I want. I flip our positions, keeping her chest pressed against mine, the paint sliding between us. I grip her round ass, taking control of her movements, and slide her up and down on my cock, her moans a stunning raspy sound in my ear. I wrap an arm around her and then press her back into the mattress. I lean up on my hands, staring down into her soulful eyes while she raises her hands to cup my face. “Tell me,” I say to her.
“I love you,” she whispers, fully understanding what I want.
Her breasts are jiggling, her sexy body laid out bef
ore me, welcoming me in, time and time again, nothing between us anymore. I look into her eyes. “Again. Tell me.”
She slides her hands down my chest. “I love you, Liam.”
I groan and rock against her, feeling the beginnings of her quivers. I rise on my legs and grab her thighs, pressing her legs open so I can watch my cock disappear inside her. I enter her and when I withdraw, she’s soaking me, her arousal glistening off the light.
“Nice and slow, baby.” I glide my cock in and out, and her chin tips back, lips part, fingers digging into the bedsheets. Paint covers her skin now, and I assume mine as well but I’m not looking. I’m focused on the way her body is quivering. “Mmm…she likes this.”