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I say nothing. I simply lick my lips in anticipation as he runs his fingers up my arms, hooking them on the straps of my bra and pulling them down just like he did with my dress. He unclasps it and lets it fall from my body onto the floor, my naked nipples pulsing with raw desire.
Breathing softly but at a growing pace, I’m covered in goose bumps, desire burying its long fangs. Lance is taking his time; we’re not hiding or rushing anymore, and that makes me even more anxious for his touch … for his body.
“You look lovely,” he whispers, his voice sending a shiver down my spine. Sliding his fingers over my back, he hooks them on the bunched up fabric on my waist, carefully pushing the dress down my legs. As I feel the fabric hitting the floor, I step out of it, suddenly feeling more exposed than ever. I’m only wearing my tiny lace thong and my heels and I feel more naked than ever before. He has seen me naked countless times, but I could always look into his eyes, take in his reaction. Right now, there’s only darkness—that and the warm maddening touch of his fingertips.
“I want to see you,” I say, suddenly realizing that I’m breathing way harder than I expected.
“I know,” he runs one lazy finger over the contour of my thong, moving it around my waist and then tracing the curve of my buttocks. “But there’s nothing for you to see now… You can only feel.”
There’s a wetness building in me, one stemming fro
m the desperate need for him that’s pooling in my mind. I feel vulnerable right now … Vulnerable and wet. Could there be a more perfect combination?
Grabbing my hands, he moves me across the room; I follow after him, almost as if I were on a leash, and stop when he does.
“Sit down,” he says, and my body responds immediately, my knees bending at the sound of his words. I have no idea where I’m standing, but I trust him… Who wouldn’t trust Lance? I sit down, my buttocks finding the soft mattress underneath them. It shifts softly under my weight, and my mind starts to imagine how it would feel to be pinned down between the sheets and Lance’s body. “Now lay down,” he continues, no longer touching me. My heart beating faster and faster, I climb on top of the bed, lying back as he instructed me to.
There are a few seconds of silence, and my head starts to spin; it’s maddening to have no idea what’s going on around me… In a good way. A very good way.
“You can’t imagine the view I have,” Lance says, the sound of his voice telling me that he’s standing at the foot of the bed, looking down at my almost naked body.
“You can have more than just a view,” I say, my lips curling into a smile. As far as I’m concerned, he can have whatever he wants. I might be much older than he is, but I’m more than willing to make all his wishes come true. How could I not? Just being here with him, wearing just a thong, heels and a blindfold… This is a dream come true right here.
“I intend to.” I feel the mattress shifting again, his weight now added to mine as he climbs on the bed. Still, he doesn’t touch me. His sweet breath is on my neck, and I can almost sense the electricity between my skin and his lips. I sigh heavily, anxious to feel something—anything.
“Patience,” he whispers, brushing one finger over my outer thigh. He slides it up from there to my shoulders, tracing the same path back down. I pant, my body as warm as if I were lying in a bed of coals. “Good things come to those who wait.”
“I don’t want to wait,” I blurt out, feeling my heart pounding inside of my head. I can barely think straight.
“Well, what other choice do you have?” He lays his lips against my neck, my skin prickling as a response. “None. None at all.” Tracing the contour of my jawline with his lips, he finally brushes them against my own. He pulls on my bottom lip with his teeth then, placing one finger between my breasts and running it down to my navel.
This is absolute torture. The sweetest kind there is. He knows I want him desperately, that both my mind and body are boiling with desire, but he won’t bend to my whims; he keeps moving his finger up and down my body, his tongue softly darting between my lips as I struggle to keep control. I’m already grabbing at the sheets, my hands balling into fists as I do my best to keep still.
“Don’t move,” he says, almost as if he could feel the inner struggle raging inside of me. “Don’t make me tie you up… Because I will.” My insides clench at his words, and I wonder how good it would be to have both hands and feet tied up, my naked body his to use as he pleases… I’m growing wetter by the second, my thong feeling sticky as it hugs my soaked pussy.
He starts to stroke my skin with his finger, gently caressing the patch of skin between my breasts. I’m aching for him to grab them, to squeeze them firmly under his hands… But he keeps teasing me, circling the base of my breasts in the most torturous way, never going over the curve that leads to my nipples.
“Please,” I mutter. I’m on the verge of begging now. Oh, I know it’s coming, but the wait has me knee deep in the insanity of lust. My nipples are aching, the hard rosy tips screaming inwardly for release. I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to restrain myself. I’m tugging at the sheets as harshly as I can, bunching them up in my hands as my body squirms.
“Please? Begging already?” he asks me, and I can picture the wicked grin I know he has on his delicious lips. “What is it that you want so much?”
“I…” I start, but I have no idea on how to finish the sentence. What do I want? Where do I even start, and is ‘I want it all’ a valid answer? Because I do want it all. I want to feel his lips wrapped around my nipples, his tongue and fingers on my pussy, his cock over my tongue and then sliding down my pussy. I want everything, and I want it now.
“You… I want you. All of you,” I finally manage to say, the words falling off of my lips like the most genuine thing I have ever uttered.
“I’m right here,” he says, slowly moving his fingertip over the curve of my right breast. “You already have me.” His finger hikes all the way up, stopping just before it touches my nipple. I sigh again, almost delirious as he starts to trace slow tortuous circles around my hard tip.
“I bet no one ever made you come like this,” Lance continues, his finger inching closer to my nipple. His words sound like a promise, one wrapped in sin and lust, one that I can’t wait to see fulfilled. “One touch and you’ll be gone. Moaning. Begging for more.”
“I want that… I want it so much.” The words leave my mouth in a hurry, my voice quivering as if I were already moaning, and that’s probably because I’m really close to doing it. My muscles are tense, and it’s getting harder and harder to breathe. I can’t focus or think clearly, desire brimming in my mind and pushing out everything else. I’m on a cliff of ecstasy, my feet dangling over the edge… All I need is a push; it doesn’t matter how small.
“Do you?” he asks me, moving his lips down my neck.
“I do!” I say, my voice pregnant with urgency. “I do! Please.”
It happens in half a heartbeat. He wraps his lips around one nipple, pinching the other one between his fingers. He does it harshly, the sudden harshness contrasting with the gentle torture of his teasing.
It was the push I needed. I tumble over the edge. There’s thunder and lightning, and there’s fire and chaos—all I know is that my mind has exploded. Fire consumes my body before I can even process all of it.
