Page 100 of Every Bit As Perfect
Maybe even loved me back.
“Ready?”He held the blindfold up.
I nodded, and he slid it over my eyes.
His lips brushed sweetly over mine.The sound of his zipper broke the silence, and he tucked my hand against his groin to feel his erection straining to be free.
“Okay?”
I gave him a squeeze.“More than,” I breathed, suddenly ready for whatever he had in store for me.
Gently, he grasped my wrist and stretched my arm up over my head and started his playlist.
The sensual beats of Two Feet’sTwistedmelted the rest of my resistance.God, how I hoped I was ‘that type of girl.’
“Can you turn it up?”
The volume increased in tiny increments until I gave the okay.
Already I felt better.
Looser.
Convinced something about this song penetrated the segment of my brain responsible for orgasms.
And chocolate.
His hands rounded my shoulders and swept down the length of my body once, then again and again.With every pass, more tension eased from my muscles.
My breathing became deep and even, my body languid.
I stretched my other arm up over my head.
Offered him my vulnerability.
Was there anything I wouldn’t offer to this man?
No.
There was no part of me I wouldn’t give to him.
When his soft lips found my breast, I arched into his mouth, giving him more.
When his fingers trailed between my legs, my thighs fell open.
When his thumb brushed my bottom lip, my lips parted.
He moved away, his hands caressing my stomach and thighs.A thread of doubt weaved through the pleasure he delivered.
My body stiffened imperceptibly.
I refused to say his name.I would fight through this myself.
But he paused.
Moved to the head of the bed, turned my face to the side, and tapped my cheek.
I wasn’t sure what he wanted until he pressed the head of his cock against my mouth.
