He pauses. “I miss that look in your eyes.”
“What look?”
“You know the one. The way you look at me like nothing exists outside of our scene. God, it lights me up.”
The heat in his eyes consumes me. He hasn’t even touched me and my skin feels like it’s on fire.
“Prove it,” I say. My voice drops; a soft, breathy thing that I can barely recognize.
There’s a new tension in the air between us. He steps forward and closes the distance. His hand comes to the side of my face. His thumb nestles under my jaw and pushes my chin up, forcing me to look up at him.
“There it is,” he says. “That’s the one. That look. Don’t move. Not an inch.”
He tilts in and kisses me. It takes the breath out of my lungs. I freeze in my spot, obeying, as he claims my mouth, opening me. I can feel his kiss all the way down to my toes.
When he breaks the kiss, this time, his voice is breathless. “Go in your bedroom,” he commands. “Get your sleep mask and bring it back here.”
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper. My heart is pounding.
I missed this. I missed him. I missedme. Ophelia. His obedient, submissive good girl.
I move quickly to my bedroom. I find my pink sleep mask and grab it off my pillow. I return to find Phantom has removed his shirt. I step over to him.
“Remove your panties,” he says, “and sit on the edge of the table.”
I step out of my panties, let them fall to the floor, and pull myself up to the edge of the table. I put the sleep mask around my head, ready to wear it, but he extends his hand.
“No. Give it to me.”
To him? I remove the sleep mask and hold it out instead. He takes it and slips it on his own head. Then he settles between my legs and cradles my thighs.
“Heightens the senses,” he says and tugs the blindfold over his eyes. “I’m going to enjoy every second of this.”
Blindfolded now, his lips trail blindly up my thigh. When he reaches my sex, he inhales and sighs with pleasure.
“You smell like heaven,” he murmurs. His lips find their way between my legs. His tongue unfurls against my sex, his wet heat meeting mine. I moan, my fingers slipping into his hair. I tug those tight curls and he rolls his tongue in slow circles, savoring me. His hand slips underneath and, as he sucks my needy clit, he eases two fingers inside me.
Oh God. I missed these fingers.
They curl inside of me and I shiver. He knows all my pleasure points. He knows exactly which spots to hit to make me tremble. Phantom lets out a muffled noise, a low moan, and I feel the sound vibrate against my sex as he enjoys me, sucking, licking.
True to his word, he takes his time with me. I lose myself in the swirl of his tongue. The heat of his breath. The soft, sucking sounds. He eats me like a man starved and I moan, loving the way he devours me completely. He crooks his fingers in a way that makes my heart flutter. He finds that sensitive spot inside of me and I suck in a tight gasp. It feel as though my pleasure is being pulled tight and every time he strokesright there, I go tighter. I try to hold off, try to make it last, but it’s not long before my muscles go tense and my legs begin to shake uncontrollably.
“No,” I moan. “Not there. You’re going to make me…mm…!”
“I know.” His voice is dark, nearly a growl. His fingers continue their relentless stroking. “I want you to. You have permission to flood my mouth.”
His permission sets me free. I give in. “Don’t stop,” I beg. “Please…please, don’t stop…”
“Give, Ophelia.”
He licks, and sucks, and fingers me all at once. I scream. Everything in me goes tight around him, and I burst with pleasure. I soak my thighs and his face. I reach the high, pinnacle of pleasure, and I can’t seem to come down. I cry out, throat hoarse, weeping as I ride his mouth. Phantom lets out a muffled groan, and his hand suddenly goes vice-like on my thigh. He grips me so hard, I’m sure it’ll leave a bruise, and his tongue goes into a frenzy, rolling and sucking until I have nothing more to give. His hand squeezes my leg a few more times and he gives a quiet, pleased hum as I dissolve into whimpers. We seem to come down together, his tongue and fingers slowing as the vicious clenching of my orgasm calms into tiny, gentle flutters.
Eventually, Phantom pulls back his tongue. He presses a couple small, sweet kisses to my sex, but I’m so sensitive that even those make me shiver. His fingers leave my pussy and he moves both hands to my thighs so he can get off his knees. He stands, level with me again, and removes the mask, revealing those bright eyes. Briefly our foreheads touch.
I grin. “You’re soaked.”
Gracelessly, he picks up his shirt and uses it like a rag to wipe his face clean. I laugh, because the gesture is so rough and he’s normally so uptight about…everything.
