He gently traced her arms with the tips of his fingers. Her skin was silky soft. She trembled slightly as he secured the blindfold in place.
“Are you cold?”
“No, I’m fine,” she whispered.
He smiled, although she wouldn’t know it now that she was properly secured. He parted her knees and lowered his head inhaling the musky scent of arousal that permeated the air around them. His need for her pulsated but he didn’t dare rush. He intended to savor every moment.
“What are you doing?”
Her voice was laced in nervousness. He wanted to touch the moistness that he was certain had already dampened her lace panties. Even more, he wanted to taste her, drink her down, every drop that she had to offer. He hesitated. He didn’t want to scare her away.
“I’m admiring you.”
She’d never looked more beautiful in that moment of vulnerability. He ached to be inside her wrapped in the soft silkiness of her desire.
“Will you kiss me already?” Then softly she added, “Please.”
He stared at her lips as she licked to moisten them and he felt his groin stiffen in response. How could she be so blissfully unaware of the animalistic hold that she had over him? He longed to pin her underneath his body and ravage her, fucking her until neither of them could simply walk away.
“Mike? What are you waiting for?”
He didn’t want just a kiss. He wanted it all. He wanted to possess her body and make her come until she couldn’t take anymore.
“Do it before they think there is something going on between us.”
He swallowed his lust and carnal urge as he moved closer, lowering his face to hers and closing his eyes. He inhaled. And then finally, he sealed his lips over hers and reveled in the warmth of her body against his.
She could choose to turn blind to truth but the kiss would tell him everything he needed to know.
She melted just slightly against his chest and he became hyper aware of the beating of her heart against his and the silky strands of her hair under his fingers. She sighed softly, parting her lips to test her tongue against his and he accepted her willingly. In that moment, time stopped and the world around them disappeared.
She wanted him, too. He could feel it.
He deepened the kiss. The throbbing in his groin grew more insistent against his zipper and he gently took her hand and guided it to the heat of his jeans. She gasped lightly and he felt her start to pull away. No, the moment couldn’t end so soon.
A hand on her thigh, soft and supple, her legs yielding to his grasp. She hadn’t rejected him and it was all the encouragement that he needed to press forward, inching closer to the space he longed to claim. So close. Heat radiated from her core and she moaned softly.
“Mike!” she said with a breathless gasp.
The spell was broken. He looked longingly at her swollen red lips and wished that he could taste her again but he knew even without trying that any further attempts would be dismissed.
“I thought you wanted…”
“Mike, please, we should get back to the party.”
“It was only a kiss.”
She reached behind her head and untied the blindfold. When their eyes met, he saw something there, some change within, but he couldn’t quite place what it was.
“You’re right. Of course.”
He followed her out of the room, adjusting himself as he dd to hide his state of arousal. He slumped into the couch never letting his eyes leave her even though a little part of him died every time he watched her kiss her boyfriend.
All in time, he thought.
Laura spun the bottle to choose her next victim.