"Get up here," she says breathlessly, reaching for me with both hands. "Right now."
CHAPTER 23
Isabelle
He's standing up, completely naked in front of me, and I'm still on the bed panting and trembling, my body humming with aftershocks from the orgasm, desperate for him, aching for more despite having just come so hard I saw stars. All day today and yesterday I've wanted him, needed him like I need air or water or food, this constant gnawing hunger that nothing else can satisfy.
And the thought that cuts through everything else with perfect clarity, is that I'm in love with him. Completely. Irrevocably. In a way that terrifies me and thrills me in equal measure, that makes my chest feel too small to contain everything I'm feeling.
We haven't said it yet, though we've danced close enough a few times, the words almost unspoken between us when we've talked about our futures, about changing plans, about what comes next. But the actual words haven't been spoken out loud.
I've never said them toanyonebefore, never felt it enough, never met anybody who made me want to be that vulnerable.Too scary to admit and too much power to hand over to someone else.
I look up at Alex, and he reaches down and cups my cheek with his hand, his palm warm. I melt into the touch like I'm made of something softer than I've ever been before, like he's reshaped something fundamental in me.
I turn my head and reach over to the bedside table, and he watches me with dark focused eyes, his breathing still heavy from going down on me. I pull out a black silk blindfold I bought this afternoon while he was meeting with my father, the fabric soft and expensive in my hands, and look up at him with what I hope is confidence even though my heart is pounding.
"I thought we could play that game you showed me that night in the kitchen," I say, my voice coming out steadier than I expected. "I've been thinking about it all day. I want to feel everything without seeing or thinking. Just... pure sensation. With you."
He goes very still above me, taking the blindfold from my hand and turning it over in his fingers, his eyes never leaving mine. "You sure?"
I nod, biting my lip hard enough to hurt. "I trust you completely, Alex.Completely."
The words hang in the air between us, heavy with meaning beyond just this moment, beyond just sex. I'm trusting him with everything. My body, my heart, my carefully constructed walls that I've spent years building and he's managed to dismantle.
Slowly, he leans down and puts the blindfold on me, and everything goes black.
Next, I feel his hands on my shoulders, warm and steady, and then he's helping me stand, his touch grounding me as my balance shifts without vision. The nightgown whispers against my skin as he slowly lifts it up and over my head, his fingers trailing along my sides, my ribs, my arms as he removes it completely.
I'm completely naked now, standing in front of him, exposed and vulnerable and unable to see his reaction, unable to gauge his expression or read his body language. But I can hear the sharp intake of his breath, can hear the low groan that escapes him.
His hands come to my waist, his palms warm against my skin, spanning my ribcage, and then he pulls me back against him, my back to his chest, and I gasp at the full-body contact, at the overwhelming sensation of skin against skin.
Without vision, every point of touch is magnified a thousand times—the warmth of his chest against my back, the hardness of his cock pressed against my lower back and making me acutely aware of how much he wants this too, the way his arms wrap around me, one across my stomach and one coming up to cup my breast possessively.
"Mmm," I moan softly, the sound escaping before I can stop it, my skin hypersensitive in the darkness, every nerve ending firing, every sensation amplified tenfold.
"You're so beautiful," he murmurs against my ear, and I shiver at the warmth of his breath. "I love looking at you, but I wish you could see yourself through my eyes right now. How perfect you are."
"Youfeel so good," I murmur, my hands exploring his chest, his shoulders, mapping him through touch alone. "I can feel everything so much more like this."
Then his mouth is on mine, kissing me deeply, thoroughly, and I lose myself in it. In the taste of him, in the way his tongue slides against mine, in the small sounds we're both making. My hands slide into his hair, gripping, and he makes a low sound in his throat that I feel vibrate through both our bodies.
His hand on my breast cups it fully, feeling the weight of it, and then his thumb brushes over my nipple with deliberate slowness. The sensation makes me gasp, makes me arch into histouch, and he does it again, circling the sensitive peak until it tightens into a hard point.
Then he pinches, hard enough to send a sharp spike of pleasure-pain straight through me, and I cry out, my back arching, pressing my breast more firmly into his hand. The sensation is so much more intense without being able to see it coming, without being able to brace for it, and heat floods between my thighs, makes me clench with need.
"That's it," he murmurs, his other hand sliding down my stomach, over my hip, between my thighs. "I love the sounds you make."
His fingers slide through my wetness and I moan, my hips jerking forward into his touch. I'm so wet already, soaked from the orgasm he gave me with his mouth, from the anticipation, from the sheer intensity of being blindfolded and at his mercy.
"I can feel how much you want this," he says.
"I do," I gasp as his fingers circle my clit, not quite touching it, just teasing around it. "I want this so much. I want you."
He continues touching me like that, his fingers exploring, learning, taking his time, and I'm lost in sensation. His hand on my breast, pinching and rolling my nipple. His fingers between my thighs, sliding through my wetness but never quite giving me the pressure I need. His mouth on my neck, kissing and sucking, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin and making me whimper.
Time loses meaning in the darkness. It could be seconds or minutes or hours, I have no idea, can only feel and react and surrender to everything he's doing to me.