By the Book by Ravyn Wilde

settled again. The anticipation of his touch drove her crazy. Her
skin prickled in goose bumps, crawling with the need to be touched.
    Gray’s voice broke the silence again.
“Where do I start, honey? The sight of your pulse beating wild and fast tells
me this excites you. I want that little pink tongue in my mouth, instead of
darting out to moisten your lips. I can see you’re restless, ready for me to
touch you. And make no mistake…we didn’t set a time limit on this exercise. I
have a hundred ideas of what I want do with you—to you—and it might take all
night and much of tomorrow to satisfy them all.”
    Joey shivered and suppressed a moan. He had
warned her when she’d taken him in her mouth that her turn would come. She knew
if he accomplished even half of what he contemplated, she would be in for more
than she could stand. You would think after all they shared tonight, he
wouldn’t sound so hungry for her.
    “I cannot believe how turned on I am to
have you vulnerable and open to my every move. But since you already made me
come in your mouth, and I’ve spent myself in your tight cunt once tonight, I
should have some restraint. I will be able to lick and suck on you until you
scream, Joey.”
    Joey felt soft fingers touch her face below
the blindfold. Whisper soft strokes traced little patterns over the features of
her face not covered by the scarf. She could feel both hands now as he worked
his way down her body, touching every inch of her bare skin and even the curves
hidden by her dress. The sensation made her restless and she twisted into his
touch. Moaned in encouragement.
    Joey drifted in a sensual daze, glorying in
every touch. He skimmed every part of her body from her head to the tips of her
toes. He spent several minutes stroking the skin spilling over the fabric of
her dress. She knew lying on her back would leave her braless breasts barely
covered in the low bodice. He tormented the exposed flesh and flicked her
nipples through the thin cotton, rubbing them to hard peaks. With his other hand,
he cupped her mound, pressing into her and making her wish nothing came between
his fingers and her damp skin.
    And he kept up a constant dialogue of how
soft her skin felt, how he enjoyed the experience of her through her clothes,
how her nipples pressed hard and tight into his palms. The sensations and the
words spiked her desire. But they weren’t enough.
    His hands left her body and all the room
fell quiet. She moaned and moved in frustration.
    “Don’t move an inch, baby. I am going to
cut your dress off. First, I’ll cut the little straps, then through the bodice.
There. I think I’ll stop and play with your pretty pink nipples and see how you
taste.”
    Joey felt the smooth, cold metal of
scissors on her skin as he cut the material a little and ripped the dress just
past her chest. The brush of his hand exposed her breasts. She knew he looked
at her, prepared to touch her. And he did. Oh lord, he did. He sat beside her
and she could feel him, feel his long silky hair sweep teasingly over her arms
and across her chest, just as he’d promised her. The sensation of cool hair
sliding over her hot skin tickled. Tempted. His hand cupped her breast and he
pulled her, pinched her nipples with his fingers. He rolled and flicked the
tight nubs and she cried out. Wildly thrashing her head back and forth, she
pulled on her hands. The scarves tightened but didn’t give. She gasped, “Gray,
please! I can’t take it!”
    “We haven’t even started, sweet. I want to
see what your nipples look like after I suck them into my mouth. I bet they
stick out straight and hard, that they will swell and turn a darker shade of
pink.” He moved his face down to her, the brush of his hair the only warning
she had before he enveloped her with hot, wet suction. His tongue flicked first
one nipple, then the other. He shifted back and forth between each breast,
laving her areolas and then sucking each taut nub into his