Page 126 of Revolve
“I want you to try something. Do you trust me?” Suddenly, I’m desperate to hear the answer.
“Always,” she says easily. Then, as though she feels like I need it, her hand presses against my jaw. “My body doesn’t feel like it’s in pain when I’m with you. It’s almost as if your kisses make my scars fade.”
That’s when I think I could love this girl forever if she let me.
I move before I can second-guess myself, going to my far drawer, and before she even sees it, I slip a blindfold over her eyes. Her breath hitches, and I swear my heart skips a beat. “If it doesn’t feel right, tell me, and it’s gone. No questions.”
I wait for a beat, and I’m about to take it off, but then she smiles. “I like it.”
The words constrict my damn airway. I’ve done this before with established safe words, but with Sierra I wouldn’t take the chance of her not using it just to please me. When I’m with her, all I want is to unravel her pleasure, to feel every moan and shiver beneath my touch. That’s what gets me off. “If it’s too much, say Dale.”
She chuckles. “I know I’m safe with you, Dylan.”
“But you’ll use it if you need to?”
“Yes. Now, will youpleasetouch me?”
“Always so polite when you need me, huh?” I kiss her then and drop to my knees, caressing her strong legs along the way.
“W-what are you doing?” she asks, moving back on the mattress.
“I’ve been bad.” My voice rumbles against her soft skin. “And I want to prove to you that I can be good.”
“Dylan,” she practically moans, chest heaving, but I’m already lifting up her T-shirt. Her black panties are barely a scrap, and I have the urge to rip them with my teeth. But I’m being good right now.
“Will you let me be good for you, baby? Please?”
Sierra makes a breathy noise. “Yes.”
I pull down the wet scrap of underwear. “Tell me what to do.”
She only breathes at first, and when I tighten my grip on her legs, she gasps. “I want you to make me come.”
I kiss the inside of her thigh. “Anything else?”
“I—” She gasps when I press my lips over her clit.
“What was that?” I ask.
“Dylan,please.”
“I know, baby.” I put one of her legs on my shoulder. “But I want you to ask for it.” My breath leaves goose bumps her skin, and she shivers. I do it again.
“I want you to fuck me,” she says on a gasp, clearly aroused from the faintest sensation.
“Was that so hard?” I say, and even with a blindfold, I know she’s rolling her eyes.
Her tits are so close, I feel desperate to taste them. Probably fuck them too.
“Are you just gonna look, or are you going to do something?” She says it with all that fucking attitude.
I can’t wait to make her beg. But then she drags her fingers up her stomach to her tits, squeezing and moaning, and I think I go unconscious.
My touch is slow, deliberate, searching. The warm center between her legs contracts when my fingers brush the wetness. The small squeak of surprise that leaves her only sends a spark down my spine. I lift her other leg over my shoulder, jerking her forward so she’s right where I need her. I haven’t even started, and her legs are shaking.
“Relax, baby,” I whisper against her thigh, watching her shiver. Seeing her every reaction to me is my favorite thing. I don’t think I’ve loved anything more.
With both her legs on my shoulders, and my hands on her waist, I lift her up. Sierra fists my hair so tight, it stings. She’s been lifted by me so many times, but right now, she’s trembling. When her back hits the wall, she gasps. I grip her thighs and taste her, right there against the wall. She throws her head back and grinds her pussy against my face, riding it, chasing the high.
