Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Once he was done and no strawberries were wasted, he rolled her over.
“Can I take the blindfold off now?”
“Not yet.”
Apparently he wasn’t done playing.
Good, because she wasn’t, either. Not just with what he was doing to her but what she wanted to do to him. He hadn’t used the whipped cream yet and it was calling her name.
He rubbed a strawberry slice across her lips, leaving the juice behind. “Open.”
When she did, he placed it on her tongue.
She held out her tongue, balancing the fruit and waiting for his next order.
“Go ahead and eat it.”
The berries were perfectly ripe with the right amount of sweetness. After she chewed and swallowed, he brushed her lips again with another slice.
“Open.”
He repeated that a few more times before making his way down her body, using the sliced fruit to make patterns on her breasts. As well as placing one on the very tip of each aching nipple before sucking her, along with the strawberry, into his mouth.
Oh yes, it was fun. But more so, erotic.
The more he ate his “dessert,” the wetter she became.
He trailed more down her stomach and even ate one out of her navel.
Then he perched a slice at the top of her mound before whisking it away with his warm, firm lips. But besides using his fingers to place the fruit, he still wasn’t touching her with anything but his mouth.
When he used another cool slice to play with her clit, she gasped and her hips surged up to encourage him to eat more than the fruit.
He didn’t. He was only being a tease. Driving her to the brink without letting her fall over the edge.
Two could play at that game…
She ripped the blindfold off and tossed it aside. “My turn.”
As expected, he was grinning. “I’m surprised you lasted that long.”
She rolled away from the center of the bed and pointed to it. “You. There. Now.”
His eyebrows shot up. “Yes, ma’am. On my stomach or back?”
“Back. I have a feeling this won’t take long.”
He snorted as he moved into place, his thick erection swinging around as he did so. “Damn. I’ll never live that first night down, will I?”
That wasn’t what she meant, but she didn’t correct him. He kept talking about how quick he’d been that night, but, honestly, she had no complaints. The sex might not have been a marathon session, but it had been great and they both walked away satisfied.
Even better, she didn’t regret having sex with him, like she had with some others in the past. That was all that mattered to her.
The bead of precum clinging to the very tip of his cock made her mouth water for more than strawberries. Grabbing the blindfold, she wound it around his head until his eyes were covered but she tied it much tighter than he had with her.
She didn’t want him cheating. “Should I tie you to the bed, too?”
His cock flexed where it laid along his hip. “Are you into that?”
“I can be.”
His deep laugh drew a smile from her. “I prefer to keep my hands free.”
She tested the waters. “Next time, then.”
“Maybe next time.” She could hear the surprise in his tone.
If everything went well tonight, she hoped there would be a next time. She liked him. She trusted him. And he wasn’t as dumb as a freaking rock. So, he had that going for him.
All pluses in her book.
She grabbed the can of whipped cream off the nightstand, shook it and popped off the plastic cap.
When she climbed over his outstretched body and settled lightly on his chest, his hands came up to grip her hips. She squirted a tiny dab on his lips.
“No,” burst from her when he began to lick it away. He froze. “Let me.” She leaned forward and licked it away. “Mmm. My turn to enjoy this dessert served on this very sexy platter.”
His grin widened. “Have at it.”
“Have you ever been blindfolded before?”
“Once,” he admitted, shifting slightly under her.
“And?”
“I quickly realized, while the thought of being sexually dominated seems hot, in reality, it wasn’t for me.”
“But my outfit the other night on stage got you all worked up,” she reminded him.
“Sure. Again, it’s the thought of it, not the actual activity. And, fuck, that outfit was scorching hot on you. So far, I haven’t seen any signs of you being a true dominatrix.”
“Because I’m not. It was only a costume. It’s a stage and an act, remember?”
He huffed, “How can I forget that act or that costume?”
“It’s why I have a whole room full of clothes.”
“I’d love to see you in more of those outfits.”
“How long would they remain on?”
“Umm… Not long?” The chuckle that followed vibrated through her.
“Back to business…” She pinched his nipple, making him jump. “No peeking.”
“I wasn’t peeking!”
“I know. That was just a warning shot.”