Flawless Desire

I hear a chuckle. “No panties? You surprise me, Miss Nichols.”

I smile beneath the blindfold. “Maybe you don’t know me as well as you think.”

Suddenly, I feel a pinch of pain: Caleb’s fingers, tight on my aching nipple. I gasp.

“That’s enough of your smart mouth.”

I feel his other hand on my lips, silencing me. The touch turns to a caress, and then he eases my mouth open and slides his thumb between my lips.

The intrusion is so erotic, I moan.

“The only words I want to hear from you tonight, are ‘yes, Caleb’. ‘More, Caleb.’ ‘Please.’”

“I…”

He plucks my nipple again, hard.

I gulp. “Yes, Caleb,” I say obediently.

“Good.”

His hands turn soothing, caressing. He skims over my body, stroking every inch of me for what seems like an hour. Teasing at the curve of my breasts, toying with my nipples, circling my stomach, and dipping between my thighs to brush across my clit.

I moan, arching into his hands, but it’s never enough. The touch is so light, it’s gone in a flash. Back down my thighs, over my calves, skimming back up again to—

There.

I moan louder as he probes the wetness at my core, nudging just inside me.

Not enough.

Another pet of my clit and then he’s gone again, caressing my breasts until I’m sobbing with need.

This is heaven.

This is pure torment.

Over and over, he touches my body, bringing me to the edge of pleasure, but never far enough. Soft strokes, gentle touches, driving me crazy in the silky darkness, making me curse his name.

“Caleb…” I fight my bindings as he delves between my legs again, rubbing my clit in slow, hypnotic circles. “Caleb, please.”

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Caleb coos, that note of pleasure in his voice telling me how much he’s enjoying this.

My undoing.

“Please, I need you…”

“Need what, exactly?” Caleb pauses as I writhe. Dear God, he’s trying to kill me.

“I need you,” I manage. “Inside me.”

He dips a finger into my wetness, flexes just once. “Like this?”

I clench hard around him.

“More. Please.”

“This?”