“Easy, sweetheart,” he soothed. “Hold still.”
Her knees buckled.
“I said hold still.” His voice was stern this time. It left no question that he meant to be obeyed.
She obeyed.
Images of him tying her feet to the foot of the bed swirled through her mind. And her nipples hardened even further at that thought.
The ice cube smoothed back and forth over the folds of her flesh.
“Mmm, it’s melting fast. You’re so hot down here.”
Again, the icy coldness made her long for the heat of his lips, his mouth.
Again, they didn’t come.
She needed to be touched by a human hand, mouth, lips. No more ice. She wanted human contact. Sam contact.
The ice melted into oblivion, and then…ah, yes. His tongue found her. Finally.
He flicked it over her hard bud and she wrapped her legs around his muscular back. His skin was warm and smooth, and though she couldn’t see, she knew it was glowing and beautiful.
“Sam, yes, yes.” Her voice seemed to come from without her. Funny how taking away her vision made her voice seem distant. He continued licking, and then fingers closed around each of her nipples. He was playing with them while he pleasured her.
Holy Christ, it felt good. Not knowing what he’d do next was oddly exciting. Oddly arousing.
His tongue darted in and out of her wetness. When he clamped his lips around her clit, an orgasm burst through her.
Crazy bursts, like fireworks. No build up this time. She was coming, just coming, out of nowhere. And God, it was good.
“Yeah, baby, come for me.” His fingers continued to work her nipples as he soothed her clit with his tongue after her climax. “Come for me again.”
And as though he demanded her obedience with mere words, she burst into flames once more.
Once more he brought her to climax, until she was begging for him to let her go. “Please, Sam, I want to touch you.”
Soon his warm hands fumbled with the bandanas at her wrists. “Oh, thank you.” She breathed. “I need to touch you. Feel you.”
She reached upward when her hands were free, but he was nowhere. “Can I take off the blindfold?”
“No,” his stern voice said. “Turn over.”
“On my belly?”
“Yes. Turn over on your belly and then grab the headboard again.”
Her body thrumming, she did as she was told. He retied her hands as she lay prone on the bed.
“Sydney, you have one beautiful ass.”
“Thank you.” I think. What else could she say? He had one fine backside too, but not being visually aware of it at the moment, she didn’t state that fact.
One finger breached her wet channel.
“Ahhh,” she moaned. Perfect.
In and out he stroked her, so slowly she thought she might go mad.