Undenied (Unspoken 3)

He let his hand fall as she gathered the material tight around his eyes. She tied it in the back, and he sat there, wa

iting for what she would do next.

He jumped when her lips met the curve of his neck. She kissed a soft line upward. Chill bumps broke out on his arms as her warm breath blew over his skin.

Then she sank her teeth into his earlobe, and he nearly came off the chair. Her tongue swirled around the tender flesh before she sucked the lobe back between her teeth. With a gentle nip, she moved away again.

A slight movement of air alerted him to the fact she’d walked back around the chair. A faint rustle could be heard and then she placed both hands on his knees, slid them up his legs until she grasped his hips.

She straddled his lap, moving in close until her pussy cradled his groin. A surge of excitement shot through his system. His dick came to life after its long stint of dormancy. Okay, so it had only lain dormant for two days, but to a guy it was a fucking lifetime.

He swelled painfully against his jeans. He heard her light chuckle just as she curled her fingers around his hands and lifted them.

She placed his palms on her legs and kept her fingers wrapped around his wrists. Slowly, seductively, she guided his hands up her body. Over her hips, naked hips. She’d ditched the underwear. Oh hell.

Up her waist, sliding sideways over her taut belly. Finally up her ribcage until his knuckles brushed the undersides of her breasts.

Unwilling to let her control the progress any longer, he cupped her breasts and worked his thumbs over her nipples. Soft, velvety, he loved the texture and weight of her breasts. Definitely a C cup, maybe a smaller D.

She shuddered against his fingers.

“Like that?” he murmured as he continued stroking the tips.

In response, she gripped his hands, holding them tighter over her breasts.

“Touch me,” she whispered.

“Show me where.”

She wiggled on his lap, moving back. Then she guided his right palm from her breast, down her silken skin, lower until he felt the curls of her pussy. They brushed across his fingers, damper the closer he got to her flesh.

“Oh, you mean here.”

“Mmm hmmm.”

He coaxed the lips apart and eased one finger over the hot, moist flesh between her legs. She jerked in reaction when he stroked her clit.

“You’re wet.”

“Because I want you,” she whispered. “And I think you want me.”

“Oh, yeah, sweetheart. I want you.”

She cupped his bulging groin, gently squeezing. She laughed huskily, her mouth close to his ear again. “Yeah, I’d say your earlier problem might be a non-issue now.”

“I do love an inventive woman.”

“I’m just a woman willing to do whatever it takes to get what she wants.”

He turned his head in the direction of her voice, his lips colliding with hers. He kissed her, long, hot and hard. He reached up to cup her face, holding her against him as their tongues explored new territory.

He moved his mouth down her jawline then below to the tender skin of her neck. She moaned softly as he nibbled and sucked his way to her shoulder. Her fingers gripped his shoulders, digging into his skin.

In the darkness the blindfold brought, he found his other senses heightened. Every touch, every taste counted. They were his only means to explore her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her.

The plump swells of her breasts rubbed over his chin, and he reached out with his tongue to lap at her nipple. He sucked it between his teeth, enjoying her sharp intake of breath.

He alternated licking and nibbling. He wanted to taste every inch.

Suddenly she pulled away, climbing off his lap. When he would have protested, she once again pressed a finger to his lips.

“My show, remember?”

He grinned and nodded.

“Good, then stand up.”

He stood like a good boy ever hopeful of receiving his reward.

“Take your shirt off,” she murmured.

Impatiently, he yanked at the T-shirt, pulled it over his head and tossed it aside.

“Oh, nice,” she purred as she pressed both palms to his skin.

He flinched when she touched her lips to the hollow of his chest. As her tongue melted over him, her hands moved lower, between them, working at the fly of his jeans. He shifted back an inch to give her more room to work.

He was so hard he was going to have a permanent cramp in his cock if she didn’t get his jeans off soon.

The grating sound of his zipper echoed in the room, and then she slid her fingers inside his jeans, working past the band of his underwear until she cupped his balls.

With her other hand she worked his jeans over his hips, taking his underwear with them. Cool air rushed over his groin, a direct contrast to the aching heat her caresses wrought.

His jeans fell the rest of the way to the floor and he stepped out of one leg and then the other. She gripped his hips, and he felt her body slide down his as she got on her knees in front of him.

Not seeing was torture. He imagined how she must look, kneeling in front of him, his cock inches from her mouth. She hadn’t made a single comment about his size, a fact he found enormously relieving. The last thing he wanted was to ruin the mood.