“I’ll stop you if it’s too much.” She whispered in his ear, “Show me who you are, Matthew.”
“All right, wife.” His jaw tensed. “I want you blindfolded, with your wrists tied to our bedpost.”
Jasmine paused and raised an eyebrow. “Now you don’t want me to see you?”
“You’ve seen me.” A primal spark glinted in his eyes. “This time, I want you to feel.”
He moved to the nightstand and removed a long black sash, and what she imagined was the same blindfold she had once tied on him. Without hesitation, she sat up and turned around. She gathered her hair in her hands and closed her eyes—welcoming the darkness before he slid the cloth over her. Pure blackness obscured her vision. As it did, other senses came into focus. The forest scent of Matthew’s pomade strengthened. The touch of his fingertips through her hair. Cool air teased her bare breasts. Silk surrounded her—on the bedsheets underneath her, the blindfold over her eyes, and the whisper of Matthew’s lips on her wrist. Tight pressure closed around one wrist, and then the other—enough to hold, but not to hurt.
“Too tight?” he asked.
“Not at all.”
She allowed him to lay her down, then eased her arms up above her head. With his fingertips he positioned her in the place he wanted her and gave a low, pleased purr.
“You’re magnificent,”he whispered. “You’re going to love this.”
His warm breath ghosted across her neck, down to her collar, and she moaned as his mouth closed hard on her shoulder and he sucked. His teeth grazed her, sending a rush of heat to the spot. He pulled away, and she heard the smirk in his voice.
“I like how that looks.” He moved to the other shoulder and repeated the motion. “These are just forusto see.”
He trailed his tongue over the curve of her breasts, and took one peak into his mouth. He kept his tongue firm on one nipple while his fingernail scraped the other, causing her toes to curl. Pulling against her bindings, she tried to encourage him closer, and he rewarded her with more pressure.
“With more time, I could make you climax from this alone,” he breathed. “But I’m impatient, and I know you’re aching.”
Without warning, Matthew placed two fingers deep inside of her and flicked his thumb over the peak of her sex. He had scarcely touched her before she reached her first climax. She cried out and fractured around his fingers, but he didn’t stop.
“That’s one,” he growled. “Let’s get you another.”
He lifted her legs over his shoulders and licked her center—tongue circling her perfectly.
“Yes,” she moaned and arched into his mouth. “Likethat—with your fingers inside—heavens,yes.Harder.”
As his fingers and tongue moved together, the only words on her lips wereyes,please, andmore.She surrendered to him, trusting him as he held her down and devoured her. With every swipe of his tongue and nip of his teeth, he tested her boundaries and found none. He knew when to pull back, when to advance, and with every touch he mastered her body as one would a fine instrument. Every climax he tore from her thrust her into the next until pleasure overtook her very being. With every sigh and broken sob she sang for him, and he kept count.
“Five,andsix. Welldone, love.” He nipped at the inside of herthigh. “Are you ready for a break?”
Shaking and overstimulated, she had enough sense left to consider the question. She didn’t need a break, but wanted a change of pace. Matthew would spend the entire night pleasing her if she let him, but she wanted to please him, too. Nothing was taboo in their bed, and if he could tease her, certainly she could tease him.
“Can I kiss you like that too? Will you teach me?”
He made a guttural sound, a half grunt-half choke. “Yes.”
The bedcovers rustled under them as he removed her blindfold. Night had fallen completely. In the moonlight, a flush-cheeked Adonis knelt before her. He released her bindings from the bedpost and then massaged her wrists.
Brushing the pad of his thumb over her lips, he said wickedly, “Suck me into your mouth. Kiss me as if you’re taking me into your body. Roll your tongue the way I like.”
She opened for him, and he pressed his thumb onto her tongue. She sucked and licked him, experimenting with pressure, swirling her tongue. His eyes darkened, and his thumb left her mouth with apop. He sat back against the headboard and grinned.
“Now show me what you’ve learned.”
She knelt between his knees and kissed her way down his neck and chest. Keeping her eyes locked on his, she touched the tip of her tongue to his erection. He tasted of salt and musk, and she sucked him into her mouth. He groaned and gathered her hair in his hands, easing her head forward.
“How deep can you take me?”
With her eyes locked on his, she opened her mouth wide and took him to the back of her throat. Her eyes watered, and she pulled back, but she tried again. She couldn’t take him far at all, but it didn’t matter. His grip on her tightened, and he growled, “Sogood, Jasmine.”
Soon, she understood the desire of holding him down and havingher way with him, loved the rush of power that came with every hiss of breath from Matthew’s lips. Even on her knees,she could bring him to his. He allowed her to do as she pleased, and he talkedfilthy—of how he liked how her tongue looked, how lovely her mouth felt, couldn’t wait to take herjust like that—and she couldn’t wait either.