I move my hands down her sides and kneel so I can keep touching, down, down, past the hem of her dress to her naked knee and smooth leg. Down the sensitive skin of the ankle and up again, on the inside this time. I move up slowly, and she shifts her leg. She wants more.
Using only my fingertips, I trace up her thigh, under the skirt of her dress and to the edge of her underwear.
She moans, and it nearly wrecks me.
I continue teasing her; tracing the edge of her underwear across the top, letting my knuckles skirt along the skin above. Her stomach is soft, just like the rest of her I’ve had the pleasure to touch.
“Oh, God,” she whispers.
I wish she’d say my name. But I’ll be patient. I don’t even know what I’m doing with her, so it’s for my own good she doesn’t know it yet.
My fingers come down on the other side, and in this absolute darkness, I feeleverything. Hear everything. I’m so attuned to her sounds. Every little gasp and every whimper is amplified.
I brush across the front of her panties. Her breathing quickens.
Fucking hell, she’s soaked. I groan at the thought of her wet pussy on my face.
I let my hand drop, and she makes that adorable little whine again. This time, I trace the inside of her knee and thigh with my nose, lightly kissing my way up.
Her hands find my hair as I move my way up. Her skin feels even silkier against my lips and nose. When I find her middle again, she inhales sharply.
Oh, how I want to taste her.
I kiss the outside of her wet panties. They feel like lace, and I would give an arm and a leg to see her in them right now. I press my lips against her centre and blow a hot breath. She shivers and grasps my hair tighter.
“I’m about to fall apart,” she whispers, and I support her with one arm while I let the other find the hem of her underwear. I slide a finger under and down, going slow, giving her a chance to say stop if she wants to.
“This okay?”
“Mmm,” she moans. “More.”
I slide the wet fabric aside and kiss her pussy to a moaned agreement. I flick my tongue through her slit and feel her weight on my arm as she struggles to stay standing.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” I rasp and taste her again, harder this time, holding on to her backside.
I’m about to come in my pants.
Her mewling. The warm, wet cunt on my face. The intoxicating taste of her on my tongue.
“Mmm,” I hum, and her hands grasp my hair as she gasps.
The robotic voice sounds again, and I ignore it.
I’m in heaven. Not what I expected of tonight, but now I don’t want to be anywhere else. This woman is addictive.
The robotic voice sounds out again, harsher this time, and I chuckle against her pussy, drawing a laugh from her thatshifts into a groan. Stopping that was a serious testament to my self-control. My cock is throbbing hard for her.
“Oh, Robin,” she sighs.
Hearing her say a name that’s not my own, pulls me out of my daze. The urge to tell her who I am, and to finish this in the light after we complete the maze, hits me.
“Brain not working,” she says and fumbles for my hand. I laugh and throw my arm around her waist, and she holds on as we follow the rope to the last part of the sensory journey.
“I can’t believe I let you do that,” she says. “I mean, I rarely let my guard down this easily. Something about you just makes me feel it’s safe to be exposed like that.” She hums, thinking.
Who the fuck made her feel like she couldn’t open up?
“I don’t know if it’s the dark and the anonymity, or if it’s you,” she continues, “but I feel so brave and free in your company.”
