I tugged her blindfold up just far enough that she could meet my gaze. “If you say stop, everything stops. We talk it out or take a break or whatever else you need. You already said no sex and no sharing. Is there anything else you don’t want me to do?”
She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and thought it over before shaking her head. “Not that I know of.”
“So my mouth? My fingers?”
Her eyes widened, but her acceptance was a hurried rush. “I’m good with them.”
“If I do something you don’t like, tell me. Immediately. Understood?” When she nodded, I shook my head. “I need to hear you say it.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good.” I put the blindfold back into place and moved across the room to quietly pull the curtain closed so no one could see.
She just didn’t need to know that.
I positioned the candles around and lit them before I turned the lights off.
More pre-cum dripped from my dick as I closed the distance between us and took her face in my hands, loving the way she jumped at my touch. I didn’t have to move her head. She did that herself. Tipping it up.
Offering herself to me.
And I took.
Her offering.
Her mouth.
Her.
I lowered my head to brush my lips against hers. Her sharp inhale and the way her fuckable lips parted begged for me to sink my tongue in to taste and take in the way I’d been fantasizing about since that night on the roof. But I wanted to take it slow. I grazed her lips again in a barely-there kiss. Pulling away, Ifucking loved how she tried to follow. To get more. I repeated it again. And again.
And again.
When she finally let out a muffled whine, I plunged my tongue in and groaned. She lifted her hands and touched my chest before suddenly dropping them.
I tore away. “You can touch me. Always. Please.”
That permission was all she needed before her palms moved across my abs and chest, as greedy for me as I was for her.
Spanning her hips, I slid my hands up her shirt like I was going to push it off but stopped at her waist. I did the same with her pants, hooking my index fingers into her waistband before shifting my hold back to her hips. I trailed up again, that time not stopping until my thumbs were under her tits. It took all my control not to stretch them to touch her more, but I managed to force myself away.
I wanted to hear her frustrated whimpers.
Wanted to hear her beg.
She didn’t make me wait long.
“Please, Sir,” she whispered, and it fucking killed me that I couldn’t see her big eyes. If she’d given any hint that she wasn’t enjoying the room, I would’ve dropped the bullshit. But she wanted to experience Gilded, and I was giving that to her.
As much as my jealousy would allow, at least.
Happily taking pity on my pretty siren, I gripped the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head while being careful not to dislodge the mask. I shoved her pants down, helping her step outof them and her shoes and socks until she was left in only a bra and panties.
They might’ve been plain, but they were still the sexiest fucking things I’d seen in my life. Especially when the candlelight flickered.
Fuck.
Even better than my fantasies.
