This sensory experience is more than I imagined. How have I never noticed smells, sounds, and how intense the tickle of someone’s breath on my neck can feel?
I find her face with my other hand and tilt her chin up.
“Can I kiss you?” I whisper, and her breath hitches.
“Yes.”
The word is barely out of her mouth before I press my lips to hers, and it’s entirely, utterly magnificent.
Fireworks.
My synapses and neurotransmitters light up behind my eyelids like it’s New Year’s Eve.
My skin tingles and aches for more. A moan escapes her as I roll her onto her back and press myself flush against her. Our tongues glide over each other and the sensation is mind-bending. Her sweet mouth on my sensitive lips. Her breath, the tiny mewls she makes, the scent of her skin under my nose.
I feel high.
And there’s no denying my erection that digs into her hip, but she shifts, pushing herself closer, and I’m about to lose it.
“How private is this section?” she whispers against my lips, her hand in my hair.
I can hardly think. But all I know is, as much as I’d want to, I’m not fucking her in the dark. I need to see her face. With a serious amount of self-control, I stop kissing her.
“Not private enough for what I want to do to you,” I whisper and nuzzle my face into her soft neck to inhale her again.
The voice sounds above us again, kindly recommending us to continue through the sensory maze.
“Do we have to move?” she asks.
“There’s more to explore together,” I say.
She whines, and wraps her arms around me, sticking her face into my neck, just like I did to her. “Mmm.”
“Let’s go before I lose control,” I rasp.
We slowly get up and get our bearings with the help of the rope. It’s meant to stay on my right side or we’re going in the wrong direction.
“It’s so dark I feel like if only I could open my eyes I’d see something, but I can’t.”
“I know,” I answer, forcing my eyes open even further, but it doesn’t make a difference. It’s pitch black. But my foot hits something. “Oh, there’s something here.”
We stop, and I put my hands out to find out what it is.
“Feels like … a wall?” she says. “With something on it?”
The wall is covered in different textures, and we feel our way up and down. There are cold pebbles, warm fluffy things, something squiggly, and something soft and round like a breast. Or maybe I’m just feeling what I want to feel.
“Is it weird that this is turning me on?” she whispers from my side.
“I was just thinking the same thing,” I say, leaving out the details.
“Robin,” she says, her voice thick. “Can you touch me instead?”
Her request catches me by surprise, and my body flushes with heat. My hands find her narrow waist.
“I want to touch you everywhere,” I say. “But tell me if you want me to stop.”
“Touch me everywhere.” Her voice is barely audible, but the want in it is unmistakable, and I love how direct she is with me. It takes all my restraint not to ravage her right here. There’s no way I’m doing that until I can see her face. But if the lady wants to be touched…
