Pulse quickened at the slight sound, magnified by blindness, she felt it more than heard that barely audible snap became a spontaneous vibration along her skin.
He was close.
C0cking her head slightly, she tried not to fight the blindfold, even though instinct told her to. Allow the darkness to lead you, she told herself. Let it heighten the other senses.
Now she could smell him, a cool masculine scent, musky and raw. The aroma intoxicated her, filling her with warmth and desire. She held out a hand.
Her wordless request was answered by the briefest contact with jean. He was teasing, circling like a predator, watching her as she sat blind and fearful yet very aroused. Reaching her hand farther, she was rewarded with a handful of leg.
This time she held on, fingers gripping him while the other hand fondled the space until she was climbing his thigh. How she loved his legs, so powerful and lean. She delighted in the way his pants hugged close to his body, heat only slightly emanating through the denim.
Moving upwards, she found his waist, button undone, zipper ready for release. The challenge of the game hit her. Damn it! She wanted to see! Denied, she frowned as he stepped away. Oh, but this game was not over yet. With her own predatory grace, she yanked him back. Leaning in, mouth met his flat belly as she kissed bare flesh and felt him shiver. His arousal shot spikes of excitement down her spine and straight between her thighs.
Fingers found zipper as she eased him free. Yes, the game was hers now as her mouth roamed over him, enticing him to full erection. She took him with hunger and greed and still he would not touch her.
When she could taste him on her lips, knowing danger was very close, she pulled back, hands dropping to her sides. Deprived of his body, she felt so hot and vulnerable, yet she waited.
She could him breathe rugged and heavy, felt it on her face and breasts. Suddenly, his hands were on her everywhere at once, caressing, stroking and teasing. Arching her back, a tiny cry escaping her parted lips, she allowed the overwhelming sensations to wash over her like a fine summer rain.
As he petted her, his mouth crashed down, delivering a crushing kiss while the weight of his body pushed her down to the floor. Hands flailing, she groped, nails raking back and buttocks. All the while, he pushed her down, down, down until she thought shed fall through the very floor. Teeth bit her lips and nipples and hands continued their erotic savagery.
In silence, he told her what he was about to do. Deft fingers finding their way home, their intrusion lightning quick and just as bright. Yielding to him, she offered her body up as a gift, uncaring now that she couldnt see. He rendered her helpless, trembling and flushed.
Begging him to finish her, she pleaded. Tears dampened the blindfold as wetness soaked her thighs. She was dying and she could hear his enjoyment. Such beautiful torture rushed her, driving her to the edge of reason. Her hand darted up, going for the blindfold. Damn she needed to see him! But she was ensnared within his grip.
"No," he said.
His mouth punished hers again as his full weight converged upon her. She tasted herself on his tongue. Senses reeled as she rose up to challenge him. The game was turning, leaving her on the losing side.
Tempering her frenzy with smooth, controlled motion, he rocked her right to heaven and back as she soared sightless.
Climax hit like a violent ocean rising up and beyond. With shocking force she plummeted, breathless and thoughtless. Exhilarated, she fell limp beneath him.
Laughing softly, he pulled the blindfold away, kissing her eyes and mouth as he finished her off. With the sweetest of smiles, he looked down upon her and said, "Game over."
"Our mothers and fathers held us close to their hearts and they promised 'One bright and shining day my children, we will triumph in battle. One bright and shining day my children, we will give you back your wings.' " - PL: S&W
"Our mothers and fathers held us close to their hearts and they promised 'One bright and shining day my children, we will triumph in battle. One bright and shining day my children, we will give you back your wings.' " - PL: S&W
