My confusion deepens further when Noah walks over to the bedside table instead of coming to me.
“What are you…” My words drawl, left incomplete as he takes out a piece of purple cloth and cuffs from the drawer.
Pushing the drawer shut, he turns to me with the things in his hand. My eyes widen when the realization of what they’re used for dawns on me.
Noah puts his knee on the bed, tucking my stray hair behind my ear as he hovers over me. “Scared?” he asks.
I shake my head. “Just curious.”
The softness in his eyes is replaced with heat and wicked intentions in an instant. “Good girl. Now, slide up and lie down for me.” When I follow his directions without a second thought, he rewards me with a soft kiss on my lips.
I chase him when he pulls back, but he pushes me down with a hand on my chest. “Patience,” he growls. “Now, close your eyes and put your hands above your head.”
His command has my stomach hollowing out with anticipation and excitement, as I feel my wetness glide down my thighs and onto the bed sheet.
I’m naked, spread out, and with my eyes closed for him, and yet I don’t feel an ounce of shame when I know how he looks at me.
It’s not lost on me how much self-confidence I’ve gained in the time I’ve spent with him. Therapy helped, but even that falls short when people around you try to undo all the effort you put in.
Noah has only ever looked at me like I’m beautiful. And I appreciate that more than he’ll ever know.
Noah ties the blindfold over my eyes, the silk cloth feeling cold over my heated skin. He then proceeds to grab my hands and cuff them against the railing of the headrest.
When I pull at them to test them, I feel my movement restricted as they dig into my wrist.
I feel a sudden gust of air from the air-conditioning at my side, momentarily freezing me, indicating that Noah has vacated the place.
My hearing and smelling senses heighten, heart racing at an uneven staccato, wondering where he is in the room, where he might touch me, what he is seeing when he looks at me being a good girl for him.
For a few seconds, it’s eerily still, and then I feel Noah’s finger trace my lips and glide lower from my neck to the valley of my breasts. He swirls his finger around my taut nipple, pulling at my barbell, extracting a whimper from me. He then does the same with my other nipple, not letting it feel left out.
Being touched and teased with my eyes closed, and hands cuffed, takes me to a new high. Every touch sparks electricity, heightening every sensation I feel. I’m aware of how close he is to me, and yet my body bucks off the bed to geteven closer.
I realize I’m cuffed, yet my hands struggle, trying to reach him, explore his body.
His fingers slide further down and over my curvy belly. I feel him lean over me, anticipation making my toes curl. A soft gasp falls out of me when he kisses my navel, swirling his tongue there.
When my body shoots off the bed, he places a hand on my hip, pinning me down. God, I’ve never experienced something so erotic, and he hasn’t even touched me where I need him the most yet.
Dropping open-mouthed kisses over my belly and further down, he skips past my core and feathers kisses over my thighs, the back of my knees, my calves, and feet. My feet tickle when he takes each of my toes in his mouth, his tongue swiping under my feet.
“Please,” I moan, needing his mouth on me.
My senses are working overtime to make this experience even more pleasurable. He certainly knew what he was doing when he tied me and blinded me with the cloth.
“You’ve been missing my tongue in your pretty little pussy, haven’t you, Andie?” he chuckles, thedarkness of it sending a shudder through my body.
I’m not at all ashamed to admit that yes, I have been feeling empty, missing him filling me up deep. Neither my fingers nor my vibrator was enough to fill the vacant hole he left behind. Pun intended.
“Yes, so much,” my words barely come out as a surprised gasp escapes my lips when something wet lands on my core, sliding down my walls and mixing with my juices.
Hespit.
Noah Miller spat on me, and I couldn’t be more turned on.
I never thought I’d ever find something so perverse, soprovocative.
“Look at your pussy clenching around my spit as if it’s holy water.” His words erupt a volcano of butterflies in my stomach. Then he does something even more erotic, he pushes his spit inside of me, groaning at the sight. “Fuck, my pussy looks so sexy swallowing that.”