Page 57 of Beneath the Blindfold

Large, slightly calloused hands splayed over my topless form, and Julius made a sound of deep satisfaction. His gaze on me was heavy, full of lust. It was searing.

His tie was smooth and soft as I curled a fist around it and yanked him to me, demanding his mouth’s attention on me once again, and he was happy to obey. It sent me into a frenzy. I wanted to go down on him, but I wanted his fingers inside me. And I needed his tongue between my legs, working me over until I was a shaking mess. And, God, Ineededto fuck him, and him to fuck me, and . . . and . . .

This thing between us started as a tiny spark but had exploded into a fire so magnificent, it threatened to consume me. I backed off the couch, climbing out of his lap, and he moved with the same urgency I did.

Only, he was trying to pull my dress down, and even unzipped, the waist of it would never fit over my hips. Our hands tangled, trying to pull it in opposite directions when we had the same goal. We both wanted it gone.

His handsome face was etched with concentration and a laugh broke from me. “Up,” I said. “That’s how it has to come off.”

He grinned. As he pulled up, I slid down, getting on my knees between his parted legs and leaving him holding the dress. As he tossed it to the side, he looked at me with surprise, but I flashed him the sultriest smile I possessed.

“You’re not going to help me?” I teased as I undid his belt buckle. He slumped down to make it easier for me to get his pants undone, but his hands threaded lightly through my hair.

His voice was uneven. “I can’t. I’ve been wanting it so long—Fuck.”

When I dropped his zipper, my fingers brushed over the hard bulge packed inside his pants, and he shuddered with pleasure. He lifted his hips when I tugged on the waistband of his underwear, and it was just enough to get the elastic down, unleashing him.

“Oh, Jesus.” I came to a screeching halt.

He was . . .big. I lifted my concerned gaze to meet his, and his eyes had a hint of pride.

One of his hands slipped down to cup my cheek and he brushed his thumb over my lips. “Don’t worry.” He sounded sweet and perhaps amused. “I bet we figure it out.”

Despite my surprise, I smiled.

His fingers moved as he worked to undo the knot at the top of his tie. His dark-eyed gaze pinned me to the floor while he slowly slid the tie free from his neck and dropped the gold silk on top of my discarded red dress.

His eyes hooded when I wrapped my fingers around him, squeezing at the base. Gentle at first as I stroked upward, and then harder as I pushed my fist down. He groaned so deep, it sounded like it verged on pain. But his face said it was one hundred percent pleasure.

His skin was soft as velvet, but he was hard as could be in my hands. I pumped on him, watching the motion with excited curiosity. The picture of my grip twisting down his length was so sexy, I was going to burn up inside. I loved seeing him coil and flex in reaction to my touch, and listening to his short breath, punctuated by groans.

I shifted on my knees, settling into a more comfortable position, and leaned forward, bringing my lips to the dark tip of his cock. He jerked and swore in response, but his hand went rigid in my hair, urging me to stay.

Urging me to do it.

I swiped my tongue over the sensitive underside, and followed the ridge around the head. One circuit, and then I opened my mouth, and made my best attempt to take him inside.

“Mother. Fucking. Shit.” His head flopped down onto the back of the couch with a loud thud. “I wanna watch but . . . damn, girl. Feels so good.”

It was the shortest blowjob in the history of blowjobs, and for the first time in my life, I was disappointed it was over. Julius jammed his hands under my arms and hauled me up, only to push me down onto my back on the seat of the couch. My short blonde hair splashed in my face, and as I swiped it out of my eyes, I stared up at the enormous man kneeling over me on the couch.

He undid the line of buttons on his shirt so fast, it was stunning, and when he pulled the dress shirt off, I held my breath. He was . . . exquisite. All curves and muscles stretched over a quiet warrior’s frame. I reached up. I set my small hand against his wide, hardened chest and felt the strong heartbeat thump beneath it.

His hand covered mine, holding it pressed to his heart for a long moment, and I had to break his gaze and look away before the emotions got to me. We teetered between lust and passion, trying to find a balance between.

He held onto my hand as he lowered down and set his lips on mine, and when his tongue dipped into my mouth, we tottered back toward lust. His kiss was greedy and . . .sexy. Oh, God, it was amazing how sexy he could make me feel when his tongue caressed mine, sliding in my mouth and coaxing a moan out of me.

It was why he caught me off guard. He eased a hand between my back and the cushion, and lifted, sliding me across the couch until my shoulder blades were on the armrest. He was making more room for himself at the other end. I swallowed a deep breath and closed my eyes so I could enjoy the sensation better, mimicking the blindfold. He licked a line down my body, leaving a damp trail that was cool in the air swirling around us.

My belly quivered as the tip of his tongue coasted over it, heading further south. His shoulders eased between my thighs, and he put his hands beneath my legs, cradling them.

The room was quiet, other than my ragged breathing and the soft, sexy kisses he placed on me. He didn’t focus on one spot, either. He kissed the insides of my thighs, low on my stomach, the hollow where my leg met my body. I flinched at the contact of his lips right at the edge of my panties.

Julius lifted his head and stared up at me from between my legs, and even his breath’s featherlight touch was feeding into my desire. He didn’t have to use words. I knew what he wanted. I lifted my hips and let him peel the black lace from my body, and he kissed my legs as he did it.

I felt worshiped.

It was like going down on me was a bigger treat for him than it was for me, and the idea almost made me giggle. Did this man have any idea how good he was with his mouth? Because he was insane. Women would kill each other to get to him if they knew.

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