Page 58 of Blind Sin

“I want to see you, Josh,” she whispers, her voice filled with longing and vulnerability. “I want to see all of you.”

She runs her hand over my face, but this time, her eyes follow. I stay still as she takes in my features, gazing at me. My libido ignites in a blaze. “Fuck, Lauren, I’m going to show you things you’ll never believe.”

She licks her lips as she stares up at me. I fucking love the thrill it gives me to have her staring at me the way she is. Like I’m a fucking god.

I pull her towards me and slam my lips against hers, needing her.

She matches me in a battle, but then pulls away again. “I mean it, Josh,” she breathes out. “I want to see you.” I’m as hard as rock as she slowly runs her eyes down over my lips, following it with her fingers. She’s making it hard to keep still as she tracks her eyes down my body, skirting my wet t-shirt with her fingers. She hesitates as she gets to my belt.

I understand her perfectly. If she wants to see me, I’ll give her everything she wants. She chews her bottom lip as I pull my t shirt over my head exposing my chest and abs. The way she stares at me in awe has me rock hard. I don’t think rock stars in stadiums filled with adoring fans screaming at them have ever felt something as fucking amazing as I feel watching her watch me. My chest heaves as she traces her fingers over my tattoos then gazes down. I follow the line of her sight. I unbuckle slowly, teasing this out. This is the first time she’s seen a male body. Any body and I want to make it something she’ll never forget. Then once she’s explored every part of my body, I’m going to make her explore every part of hers too. There’s something wrong with a person not being able to see themselves, and it’s about time I right that wrong.

She squirms slightly as I ease my shorts down, revealing the bulge in my underwear.

“This is what you do to me, Lauren.” I reach for her hand but she pulls it back.

“I already know what you feel like. I want to see it.”

Without waiting for me to release my cock, she reaches forward and does it herself. I love the gasp she makes as it springs free.

“What do you think?”

For the first time since I started undressing, her eyes look up to mine. Fuck I want this girl so badly.

She blinks a little then reaches out. I stop her by catching her hand in mine

“Not here,” I growl. “Come back to my room.” I’ve waited too long for this to chance being caught. One day I’ll be able to do what I want with my girl, but this night she’s all mine.

My room is dark, so I throw on the light switch before locking the door behind us. I’m not fucking this girl in the dark, not now. Not ever again. She’ll never be in the dark again.

It hadn’t been my attention but as we walk through to my room and I spot the tall mirror, I position her in front of it and stand behind her, taking in the awe in her face as she lifts her hand up to her wet hair and runs it through her fingers. “Now it’s time to see you,” I whisper in her ear.

She stares at her reflection, taking it in, with the same detail she took me in outside. I’d kill to be able to see her beauty for the first time. The way her wet white dress clings to her, showing her nipples through the almost transparent fabric.

“This is what Lucy looks like?” she finally asks.

I shake my head slowly as I bring my hands down to the hem of her dress. “This is what you look like.” I pull the wet dress slowly over her head leaving her naked except for a pair of white panties. It’s so fucking erotic watching her drinking in her reflection. Her eyes track my movements as I bring one hand round to cup one of her breasts. She heaves in a gasp, but doesn’t stop gazing at what I’m doing to her in the mirror. I slip my other hand into her panties and dip my finders into her willing pussy. Watching her watch herself fall apart is the fucking most exciting thing I’ve ever had the pleasure of witnessing and when her body is trembling so much that she can barely hold her own weight and she cries out, only then does she let her eyes shutter closed.

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LAUREN

Painful tears stream down my face as Josh cradles my body. I never really understood the concept of beauty beyond it being a thing people desired. For me, beauty was music or the smell of fresh bread or the sound of Lucy’s voice. Beauty was when she pressed her fingers to my palm to calm me. But this. Watching Josh making my body hum and being able to see how my body reacts to his touch is more beautiful than anything I ever imagined. The shape of him and me are still blurry and though I can make out the shadows and lights of the hills and valleys of our bodies, things aren’t amazingly clear. But I can make out shape and color and see the way Josh looked at me as I came. There are many things I’m going to have to learn, but I don’t need teaching anything to understand the desperate need in Josh’s face. I wipe away the tears from my eyes and blink again as I turn to face him. I kiss his chest because it’s the only part of him I can reach with my lips. He takes his finger, puts it under my chin and forces me to look up at him. “You wanted to look at me, so look at me.”

My heart’s in my throat as I take in his face again, but now I feel like he’s scrutinizing me. Suddenly I feel so vulnerable, as though opening my eyes has opened a window into my soul. I never really thought of my blindness as a way to hide myself, but now looking into Josh’s eyes, I see that’s exactly what it was. I might have been hidden away my entire life, but I’ve been hiding too. Now there’s nowhere to hide and I’m trapped in Josh’s stare. He leans down and, without taking his eyes from mine, brushes his lips against mine. The urge to close my eyes and fall into the kiss is strong, but I don’t want to miss anything.

“You promised to show me things,” I remind him, a small smile on my lips.

His mouth twitches up at the corners. It’s such a slight movement, but I like that I did that. I made it happen. I have no idea how it’s possible to feel both vulnerable and powerful at the same time, but that’s exactly how I do feel.

He lifts me with a growl and brings us both to the small single bed, with him on top of me. However much I want the feel of his weight on me, it impedes what I can see and I want to see everything. I want it all.

His thick erection is pressing against me as he kisses me hard and fast with scorching fiery passion. I’m aching to feel him inside of me, but curiosity is getting the better of me. “Take your pants off,” I murmur.

“I will if you will,” he says with a grin. He moves slightly, shifting his weight so both of us can take our respective pants off, and when we’re both naked, he nudges my knees so he can maneuver between them.

“No!” I say firmly, though my body has an almost painful need despite my earlier release. It’s like I can’t get enough of him now I can see him, not that I ever could.

“You showed me what it looked like pleasuring me. Now I want to see you pleasuring you.”

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