breasts, her arms, but nothing more. He couldn’t possibly guess who she was from touch alone.
Still, she wanted to distract him.
And with him blindfolded, she wanted to explore.
His hand lifted—
Her heart stopped. “Don’t peek!”
“An itch on my cheek.” With a graceful motion of his long fingers, he scratched. How could his every movement be so enticing? So seductive?
“Now you,” she whispered.
Even with the strip of black fabric over his eyes, she saw his surprise—in the arch of his brows, the crinkles in his forehead, the sweet lines bracketing his mouth.
His astonishment gave her the advantage, Maryanne thought as she pushed him onto his back.
Dash let himself fall back into the embracing softness of his bed. Verity clambered over his thighs. He knew what she wanted to do, and a rush of blood went to his cock, but not enough to make him respectably rigid. Her sticky nether lips brushed his leg, and he groaned.
He wanted to yank off the mask. Wanted to see Verity’s slender body without a stitch. His imagination supplied a luscious picture—small, pert breasts that bobbed as she moved, a stretch of ivory belly, and slim, nubile legs.
As her wet, magical mouth took his cock inside, he knew the one advantage to being so damned exhausted he wasn’t hard. She could take him deeply into her mouth, surrounding his prick with sensations that exploded in his mind.
He had never realized how erotic it would be to lose the sense of sight. He couldn’t anticipate what she would do, what he would feel. Each lick of her tongue, each hard suck in her mouth took him by surprise.
“Do you know, I’ve never let a woman blindfold me before.”
She stopped sucking, and he knew he should have kept his mouth shut.
“Never?” she asked. “Even though you’ve let them tie you up?”
“Never.” He couldn’t explain why that was one proof of trust he could never give. As a young man he had awoken to find a pistol pointed at his head one time, a knife at his throat another. Any woman who wished to cover his eyes raised an instinctive warning— she’s been paid to kill me.
As for the bondage, he’d learned techniques to tense his body, then relax to allow ropes to loosen. He had never once been truly bound.
Why in blazes was he thinking this way when—
Christ Jesus! Her tongue lapped at the head of his cock. Then the bewitching woman paused again. “What do you like?”
“Licking. Sucking. I love my ballocks tongued and sucked.” His voice rasped from his throat. “Sweeting, any way you want to suck my cock, that’s the way I want it.”
Endearingly sweet, her giggle floated to his ears.
A giggle that cut off abruptly as her luscious mouth slid over his length again. Damn, he was thick and big now. She was taking him in only part way. But it was good…so incredibly good….
Her quick, bobbling sucking had his cock swelling in her mouth. She clasped his balls, and his hips arched up. Hell, he’d asked her to do it, but he was on the precipice—tense, downright scared because he couldn’t see what she was doing.
Eager sucking. Lush stroking of his balls.
“Sweeting—god, I’m going to—”
He fired prematurely. He’d intended to give her warning. Like a bolt of lightning, his orgasm shot through him, melting him.
In time with his pulsing release, her mouth milked him, and she took all his cum into her lovely mouth. He heard the soft sound of her swallowing.
“Sweetheart—”
Her weight settled on him. Silky curls brushed his right shoulder, his neck, his chest. He wrapped his arms around her lithe body and held her tight.
“Did you enjoy it?”
Such worry in her voice. “Surely you know I did, love.”
“It’s just…I’ve never done that.”
“Never? What lightskirt has never sucked a man’s cock?” Dash felt her stiffen at his words. Was her tension sexual arousal at the blunt expression? Or a different fear? He reached for the
Still, she wanted to distract him.
And with him blindfolded, she wanted to explore.
His hand lifted—
Her heart stopped. “Don’t peek!”
“An itch on my cheek.” With a graceful motion of his long fingers, he scratched. How could his every movement be so enticing? So seductive?
“Now you,” she whispered.
Even with the strip of black fabric over his eyes, she saw his surprise—in the arch of his brows, the crinkles in his forehead, the sweet lines bracketing his mouth.
His astonishment gave her the advantage, Maryanne thought as she pushed him onto his back.
Dash let himself fall back into the embracing softness of his bed. Verity clambered over his thighs. He knew what she wanted to do, and a rush of blood went to his cock, but not enough to make him respectably rigid. Her sticky nether lips brushed his leg, and he groaned.
He wanted to yank off the mask. Wanted to see Verity’s slender body without a stitch. His imagination supplied a luscious picture—small, pert breasts that bobbed as she moved, a stretch of ivory belly, and slim, nubile legs.
As her wet, magical mouth took his cock inside, he knew the one advantage to being so damned exhausted he wasn’t hard. She could take him deeply into her mouth, surrounding his prick with sensations that exploded in his mind.
He had never realized how erotic it would be to lose the sense of sight. He couldn’t anticipate what she would do, what he would feel. Each lick of her tongue, each hard suck in her mouth took him by surprise.
“Do you know, I’ve never let a woman blindfold me before.”
She stopped sucking, and he knew he should have kept his mouth shut.
“Never?” she asked. “Even though you’ve let them tie you up?”
“Never.” He couldn’t explain why that was one proof of trust he could never give. As a young man he had awoken to find a pistol pointed at his head one time, a knife at his throat another. Any woman who wished to cover his eyes raised an instinctive warning— she’s been paid to kill me.
As for the bondage, he’d learned techniques to tense his body, then relax to allow ropes to loosen. He had never once been truly bound.
Why in blazes was he thinking this way when—
Christ Jesus! Her tongue lapped at the head of his cock. Then the bewitching woman paused again. “What do you like?”
“Licking. Sucking. I love my ballocks tongued and sucked.” His voice rasped from his throat. “Sweeting, any way you want to suck my cock, that’s the way I want it.”
Endearingly sweet, her giggle floated to his ears.
A giggle that cut off abruptly as her luscious mouth slid over his length again. Damn, he was thick and big now. She was taking him in only part way. But it was good…so incredibly good….
Her quick, bobbling sucking had his cock swelling in her mouth. She clasped his balls, and his hips arched up. Hell, he’d asked her to do it, but he was on the precipice—tense, downright scared because he couldn’t see what she was doing.
Eager sucking. Lush stroking of his balls.
“Sweeting—god, I’m going to—”
He fired prematurely. He’d intended to give her warning. Like a bolt of lightning, his orgasm shot through him, melting him.
In time with his pulsing release, her mouth milked him, and she took all his cum into her lovely mouth. He heard the soft sound of her swallowing.
“Sweetheart—”
Her weight settled on him. Silky curls brushed his right shoulder, his neck, his chest. He wrapped his arms around her lithe body and held her tight.
“Did you enjoy it?”
Such worry in her voice. “Surely you know I did, love.”
“It’s just…I’ve never done that.”
“Never? What lightskirt has never sucked a man’s cock?” Dash felt her stiffen at his words. Was her tension sexual arousal at the blunt expression? Or a different fear? He reached for the
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