Page 94 of All We Need

Sheer black lace decorates her porcelain skin, the intricate detailing drawing my eyes to her breasts and the flare of her hips.Thesheer material does nothing to cover her dusky pink nipples and the landing stripIwant to nuzzle my face into over and over again.Herstomach is taut, but thighs and chest are delectably soft.

Untamed curls spill over her shoulders, perfectly tousled from my hands.

No artist—past, present, or future—could capture the bewitching beauty before me.

A vision in ebony; carved for my eyes only.

She doesn’t flinch whenIbang my fist on the dresser and groan.Shesmirks, my torment entertaining her.

“HaveIdied?”Irasp.

“Not yet.Nowlose the clothes and put this on.”Somethingblack and flimsy hits me in the chest.

I hold it up between my thumb and forefinger. “Ablindfold?”

Her lips press together, eyes sliding to the bed in silent command.

Who amIto question the woman?

She laughs softly asIshed my clothes lightning fast.

My gray briefs drop to my feet, and my stiff cock juts out proudly.Needingto ease some pressure,Istroke myself before she wags a finger at me.

“Ah-ah.Notouching, remember?Onthe bed and cover your eyes,” she commands. “Bea good boy.”

Fuuuuck,that shouldn’t make me harder, but it does.Itreally fucking does.

Obeying her,Isettle against the pillows and slide the blindfold on to rest over my brow. “Thisisn’t some kinky payback for all the timesI’veannoyed you, is it?”

She circles the bed with a predatory gaze.

“Do you trust me?” she asks as the tip of her finger draws a path up my abdomen.

Doyoutrust me?Iwant to return, but bite my tongue.

“Always,”Isay instead and plunge myself in darkness.

As the seconds tick by, my heart beats more rapidly.Ijolt when she takes hold of my wrists, lips grazing the shell of my ear. “Raisethem above your head.”

Doing as she says, something soft loops around my hands as she secures me to the wooden slats of her headboard.

Her touch disappears again, andIlisten intently.Adrawer opens, rustling, and then it closes.

The lack of sight and touch amplifies everything.Sowhen her hand returns to my skin, it feels like one hundred.

“Where do you want me,Booth?”Hertouch drifts to my thigh, millimeters away from my aching cock.

“Fuck.Youknow where,Aly.Touchit for me.Please.”There’sa desperate urgency to my voice.

“Oh, but the games have only just begun,” she murmurs in mock disappointment.

Her journey stops inches from my balls, then disappears.Myhips thrust up, searching for her touch.

“Tsk, tsk.Suchan eager boy.”

“You knowI’mnot a boy,Aly.Letme show you,”Ibeg, mind spinning.

She’s silent.Thensomething tickles my left nipple.It’ssoft, hardly noticeable.Ittrails over my sternum, then circles my other nipple at a torturous pace.Afeather?Toadd to the suffering, she blows along my stomach, leaving a trail of goose bumps in her wake.

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