Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
“So, what do you feel like doing, sweetheart?” After all the commotion of the ceremony and dinner, I thought he may want to relax and watch a movie or something. But the saucy smirk he gave me said that he had something else in mind.
“I have a very special way I want to celebrate with my fiance,” he said as he took my hand, and my heart beat faster with anticipation. He led me down the hall into our bedroom, and my blood immediately surged south and pooled in my thickening cock. Just the thought of being with my man had me hard and ready.
“Stand right here,” Sterling told me as he stopped next to our bed. “We’re going to do things a little differently today.”
I was curious what he meant as he loosened the tie from around his neck. He used one hand to feel my face while the other one wrapped the silk material around my eyes. He knotted it at the back of my head and I realized that he was taking my sight away.
“This is hot,” I told him, “But can I take this off until after you’re undressed? I want to see you.”
“You can see me,” he said, but when I reached for the tie, he captured my hands. He squeezed my fingers and added, “With these.”
“Mm, don’t mind if I do.” I reached out and touched his chest, feeling the soft material of his suit jacket. I traced along the lapels until I came to the buttons, which I slipped through the holes. When I reached the last one, I slid the fabric off of his shoulders and began work on his dress shirt.
I focused on each button, making sure I didn’t miss one. It was a different experience, relying on my touch instead of my vision. When I reached the bottom, I pushed the shirt to the floor as well before touching his chest. I caressed his smooth skin and twisted my fingers through his sparse hair. He let out a quiet moan when I squeezed his nipples.
My hands worked quickly to remove his dress pants, pushing them and his briefs to the floor. I held his shoulders to steady him as he kicked off all of the fabric. Knowing that he was naked before me, but not being able to see him was driving me crazy; until I remembered what Sterling said about seeing him with my hands.
I flattened my palms against his stomach and glided them down onto his thighs, following the curves of his body like a road map. I brushed through the curls on his legs before moving inward. His balls were warm and heavy in my hand, and their hair tickled my palm.
I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, which was already hard and throbbing. I slid up and down, feeling the bump of every vein, and the ridge of his crown. A slick bead hovered over his slit, and he moaned again when I spread it around his tip with my thumb.
“It’s my turn,” he insisted before his hands moved quickly and expertly to strip me. They were sure and steady as they felt through the thick patch of hair on my chest, and traced along the bumps of my hips. I held my breath, expecting him to touch my aching cock, but he didn’t. He told me, “Lie on the bed.”
I put my hands in front of me and felt the air until I patted the edge of the mattress. Then I climbed onto the center and laid flat on my back. I felt the dip of the bed when Sterling climbed on next to me.
“Do you want a kiss?” he asked playfully.
“Yes,” I answered quickly before pouting my lips…but the kiss didn’t land there. I cried out in surprise and delight when Sterling wrapped his mouth around my cock and sucked hard. He bobbed his lips up and down my shaft as I gripped the sheets. Without my sight, I focused even more on the feeling he gave me; the slickness of his saliva as it painted my skin, and the warmth of his throat.
Sterling stopped suddenly, and I braced myself for what would come next. I got a clue when I heard him patting the nightstand next to me before opening the drawer. There was a click of plastic, and cool wetness rained over my dick. Some time ago, Sterling and I decided not to use protection. We knew we were in this for the long haul. We trusted each other, and we didn’t want anything between us.
His palm encased my shaft, and he stroked me a few times to coat my hot flesh in the lube. Just when I began to moan in pleasure, he stopped again. But I didn’t have time to be disappointed; the bed dipped again and Sterling’s thighs brushed against mine as he straddled me.