Page 16 of He Saved My Boy
Nodding, I agree.
“Words, Teagan. I’m gonna need them. Soon, I won’t be able to read your face, and I want to make this the best I can for you.”
“Okay.”
Feeling his fingers dip into the edge of my underwear at my hips, he asks, “Can I take these off?”
“Yes,” I whisper with another nod.
As he reveals my pussy, I feel his cool breath blow across my sensitive skin. “Ohhh….” I moan. “That feels incredible.”
A finger dips into me for the briefest of seconds, then traces up my folds to my clit, just as his tongue flicks my nipple expertly.
Holy shit. I like that.
He sets a slow rhythm, dragging his finger in and out of me, tracing my folds, then circling my clit. As if he doesn’t have a care in the world, he continues this pattern until I’m squirming like crazy beneath him.
Eventually, the bed moves as he repositions himself further down my body.
Trailing kisses down my rib cage to my hips, he kisses across my body, leaving a fire in his wake. When he reaches my hip, he scrapes his teeth on my skin, and I buck in approval. His breath hovers over my mound, but before he does anything, I feel his tongue run along my inner thigh.
The bed dips again, and I think he’s finally going to put an end to my torture.
But suddenly, he’s gone.
I start to sit up, but in a stern voice, he says, “Don’t move.”
“But…” I protest, but I’m cut off.
“How do you like the blindfold?” I hear from across the room.
I think about how to respond. “I like it,” I finally admit on a sigh. “I love not knowing what you’re going to do next.”
“Good. That’s exactly the point.” I can hear the smile in his voice. “Mind if I add another element of surprise?”
Racking my brain, I try to think of what he might be suggesting.
“It’s either yes or no.” His firm voice demands. “Stay out of your head. I just saw you tense. I’m fine either way—just want to know if I can add something you might enjoy.”
“What if I don’t like it?” I ask hesitantly, needing to make sure we’re on the same page; even I can’t imagine this man doing anything I wouldn’t enjoy.
As if he isn’t bothered at all by the question he simply says, “Then we stop. Simple as that. My only focus is to get you out of your head, not make you uncomfortable in any way. That’s why communication is key.”
Get out of your head, T. If he thinks I’ll enjoy it, why object?Nodding profusely, I say, “Okay, surprise me.”
His deep chuckle has my core clenching and nipples tightening.
I hear ice pour into a glass, and Davis takes another slow sip of Coke.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says much closer than I expect as he sets a glass on the bedside table by my head.
The next thing I know, something cold shocks the hell out of me as it circles my nipple.
Holy shit, he’s using ice.
“Shhh…” he encourages. “If you don’t like it, I’ll stop.”
The moment his lips trace the trail of the ice, I know this is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. I quickly blurt out, “Don’t stop… I just wasn’t expecting that.”
