Page 310 of The First Time
But then, I was already at his mercy.
Blake drags his lips over my body. Mouth. Neck. Chest. Stomach. Just below my belly button.
His breath is warm against me. His mouth is inches from my sex. So. Damn. Close.
He nips at my inner thigh. I shift my hips, desperately trying to make contact. He ignores my plea, dragging his lips all the way to my ankle. He undoes the buckle of my shoe and slides it off my foot. Then there's something else around my ankle.
Rope. Another cuff.
He's gentle about sliding off my other shoe.
My breath hitches. My heart races. Nerves rise up in my stomach as he cuffs my other ankle. I trust him. But this is a lot.
I'm immobile.
I shift, testing the restraints. They're tight. I have a few inches of wiggle room at best.
He moves off the bed. A drawer opens. Then he's back on the bed, his crotch planted over mine.
He feels so good against me. It pushes all my nerves away. It pushes away every thought butmore.
"Careful." He lifts my head and pulls something over it. A blindfold. "Comfortable?"
The world is dark. It sends my body into overdrive. Every inch of me is buzzing.
I need him to touch me.
Kiss me.
Fuck me.
I need everything.
"Yes," I say.
"Good." He shifts off the bed again.
There are sounds. Footsteps. He's leaving. What the hell?
I tug at the restraints but there's no give. I have no choice but to wait for him.
Anticipation fills me slowly.
My limbs, my chest, my stomach—everything gets light. Every inch of me gets desperate. A buzz spreads through my torso, down my legs, up my arms, all the way to my fingers and toes.
His footsteps get closer. He's coming back. He's going to touch me. I need him to touch me.
I can hear Blake undressing. A button shifting out of a hole. A zipper undoing. Pants dropping to the floor.
Tension builds inside me. It's like I'm climbing up a roller-coaster, desperately anticipating the release of the drop.
He shifts onto the bed. Parts of his body press against mine. An arm, a hand, his chest. His bare skin sends a shiver down my spine. We're close.
A cap is undone, and I instantly smell chocolate. My thighs shake. That must be...
He squeezes the bottle. His fingers slide over my lips. Chocolate sauce. Dark and sweet and just a little bit sticky.
I lick it off my lips, savoring the feel of it on my tongue. He squeezes the bottle again then slides his fingers into my mouth. I suck hard. I get every drop.
