Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 133138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Blinded, I can feel him hovering over me but can’t discern what he’s doing or where he’s going to touch me next. The anticipation is thrilling.
A moment later, I feel his lips on my thighs, so soft, so arousing that my knees and thighs part further of their own volition. “Aimes-tu?”
His voice burns with passion, with intensity and question, and I don’t know what he means . . . but I do know at the same time. “Yes,” I whimper, pressing my hips forward, urging him on. “Please, Simon.”
I can smell my arousal and feel my panties clinging to my skin. I should feel dirty, but all I feel is lust.
I can still see only black, but my mind fills in the image . . . Simon kneeling between my legs, his eyes fixed on my most intimate of places, him licking his lips hungrily.
Wanting that desperately, I arch my back, hooking my thumbs in my panties and pushing them off, drawing my knees up carefully so that I don’t kick him like I did his dog before sliding them off. They drop to the floor somewhere.
My knees are still high in the air when I feel him grasp the backs of my thighs, exposing me obscenely to his gaze. His fingertips are tight, squeezing and kneading the muscles he’s gripping. “You are lovely here too. I knew you would be. Are you as sweet as I dreamed?”
For a long moment I wait, trembling as I anticipate feeling his lips on my sacred place.
But it doesn’t happen right away. First, I feel Simon adjust his hold on my legs, freeing one hand. His finger touches me first, drawing smooth, slow lines through my folds and over my clit as though learning me.
I want to see him but don’t dare take off the makeshift blindfold. I let my hands find him, though, and I’m surprised to find the bare flesh of his shoulders. I don’t know when he took off his shirt, but I’m glad he did because his skin is warm and smooth, stretched taut over his muscles.
I open my mouth to say something, but all words, all thoughts are ripped from my brain as I feel him press his lips to my nether lips, French kissing me in a whole different way.
What can I say?
I fucking lose it. My hands lace into his hair and I hold him to me. I might never let him go if he keeps licking and sucking me the way he is.
Later, I might be ashamed by how easily I come, but right now, all I know is pleasure, and already on edge, I buck into his mouth. Simon fastens his lips around my clit and sucks hard, his tongue fluttering at the same time. It’s more than I can handle.
“Fuck, fuck . . .”
With my eyes already closed, I squeeze them tighter and see firework-like sparkles against the blackness as my body spasms.
“Yes,” he groans against my pussy, “so responsive.”
That is not something a man has ever said to me, especially not in bed. Or on a couch, as the case may be. It feels like he’s praising me for coming when he’s the one who got me there in record time.
“I’ve never . . . not that fast.” He presses a gentle kiss to my inner thigh, and I realize my honey must be coating his lips. The thought is sexy, and I want to taste myself on his lips. “Kiss me.”
He growls a little as he shifts up my body, ferociously kissing my mouth this time. His tongue is coated in my tangy juices, the combined earthy taste of us readying me for more. I run my nails down his bare chest, and he hisses, arching into my touch. “You like it rougher?” Simon rumbles, his voice gravelly.
I nod, blindly reaching for his belt. I feel him move from the couch and hear the soft swish of leather leaving belt loops, and then he takes my hands in his. “Just wrapped, okay?”
I feel what he means, the leather belt simply wrapped around my hands a few times. I can get free anytime I want or choose to stay this way. “Simon, fuck me. Please.” I know the needy tone in my voice should embarrass me, but I don’t care. I’m blindfolded and belt-tied up with the sexiest man I’ve ever known, and he just made me come. I’m ready to feel his thick cock fill me.
He chuckles, his cheek pressed to mine so he can whisper in my ear. “Ah, but you said you were not going to sleep with me tonight.” Before I can whine that a woman is allowed to change her mind, he says, “Besides, I’m not done worshiping you, Princesse.”
Uhm, what? I already came. Isn’t that the hallmark signal to move on?