Page 42 of A Constant Reminder

Chapter 27 – Sam

Tyler Wendell took me into his arms so fast, it could have given me whiplash. I didn’t mind though. Every inch of my body ached for him. He was the drug I never knew I needed.

Before he’d even touched me, I was slick with desire.

Every time Tyler and I had been intimate, it was mind-blowing. And I wanted to experience everything he had to offer. His reaction to my blindfold comment had me so intrigued that I had to see what he could do with one.

He kissed me hard and walked me toward the edge of the neat, white bed. Positioning himself behind me, he leaned into to whisper in my ear. “Are you sure this is okay? I don’t want to trigger anything.”

“I’m sure. I know you’d never hurt me.”

“If it gets too much, tell me to stop, and I will. No questions asked.”

I nodded wishing he would hurry up and touch me.

Slowly, he took the silky material and wrapped it around my eyes, gently knotting it in the back.

My fingers reached up to graze the cool fabric.

Goosebumps erupted on my skin, as his lips softly caressed the back of my shoulder.

Every nerve in my body came to life as his fingers lightly skimmed over my breasts. The sheer fabric did nothing to hide my hard buds poking through. He took each one in his fingers pinching slightly.

A throaty moaned escaped me as the sensation sent heat straight to my clit.

As if on command, one of Tyler’s large hands reached beneath my panties, sliding his middle finger through my slick folds, grazing my nub just enough to drive me insane.

I wanted all of him…wanted him to do whatever he wanted to me. I would have given him anything.

Another shiver hit me as he whispered, “Lay down.”

He led me to the edge of bed. Reaching down to feel my surroundings, I got on my hands and knees and crawled slowly toward the headboard, making sure to give him a show in the process.

“Fuck, Sam,” he growled from behind me.

Once I hit the pillows, I laid down on my back. Not being able to see amped up every one of my other senses. Just the air in the room seemed to rush over my skin causing sensations I’d never felt before.

When he took his time undressing and joining me, I about lost my mind. My body was so worked up I thought I might combust if he didn’t hurry.

My fingers found my nipples and began toying with them in an attempt to entice him to hurry the fuck up.

It worked because in a flash, he was on top of me. With one quick motion, he ripped my top down the middle, half of the lace falling beside each breast.

“That’s my job,” he whispered before his mouth covered one hard peak, his tongue expertly circling and flicking.

I squealed as he sunk his teeth into one just enough to straddle the thin line between pleasure and pain.

“Put your hands above your head,” he commanded.

Without question, I obeyed.

“Keep them up there, or I stop,” he warned.

I moaned in protest but kept my hands firmly above my head as if they were secured by an invisible rope.

I could feel him moving around, but despite my heightened senses, I couldn’t tell what he was doing.

A moment later, his mouth found my nipple again, but this time, it was accompanied by the cool rush of liquid. I realized he had champagne in his mouth when the tiny bubbles popping on my sensitive flesh was electrifying.

---