Page 8 of Man of the Month Club: January
Since I know this will be our only time together, I have no problem with his amendment at the end. I enunciate my words with kisses along his jawline as I warn him, “If I see your eyes open, I’m out of here.”
“Got it,” he assures me just before his lips find mine.
We share a long, luxurious kiss that leaves me breathless. Needing to feel his skin on mine, I lean back. After making sure his eyes are sealed shut, I whip my shirt off over my head. Deciding to go all in, I reach back and unclasp my bra before tossing it aside.
Watching his eyes to make sure he doesn’t peek, I take one of his hands and lead it to my full, left breast. “Stay on this side of my upper body, okay?”
“Yes,” he murmurs as his hand cups me and his rough thumb flicks over my nipple.
“Since you can’t see, you’ll have to feel your way along my bare skin.” My voice sounds huskier than normal.
A happy, rumbling chuckle emerges from deep in his chest just before he says, “Gladly.”
He proves his point by kissing his way down the smooth side of my neck––where my nerve endings still work.
I want him out of his clothes, so I begin tugging at his shirt. He helps me out by yanking it off and tossing it away. I take in the sight of his broad chest and flat abs glimmering in the moonlight before murmuring, “Your body is magnificent.”
“I want to see yours, too,” he breathes out.
My eyes dart to my shirt as my palms itch to reach up to cover the raised markings on my skin, until he continues, “But I’m a man of my word, and I’ll respect your wishes.”
Relief surges that he isn’t going to take advantage of the situation. I want him to make love with me tonight, but I fear that if he sees the monster he is with, his erection will go soft. At least with me restricting what he sees and touches, I can control the outcome and decrease the likelihood that he will regret the decision to be intimate with me.
Our hands find each other. Vibrations pulse between us as our palms slide together. My chemistry with this man is sizzling near the point of combustion. If we’d met before the fire, I’m sure that we could have been happy together in a long-term relationship. Even with the physical limitations I have forced on us, my heart threatens to pound right out of my chest.
We peel off the rest of our clothes. He takes his time, exploring and loving every inch of me that he’s permitted to touch. My nerve endings zing, and I quiver with desire in each area his hands and mouth pleasure.
I curl my leg around him, urging him on as he presses into me. I ache to feel his hard length inside me, but he’s in no hurry as our hands slide over each other’s naked skin.
Being the object of his sensual attention is the most glorious feeling I’ve ever experienced. Even before the fire, when I was still whole, I never felt this kind of overpowering desire.
His cock teases my center as our mouths connect in a deep sensual kiss. We’re sharing the same air when his tip rubs over my slick heat, making my vision dim. Pleasure flows and threatens to overwhelm me. My eyes close and my lips fall open as an incoherent moan emerges from deep in my throat. He swallows it with his open mouth.
When he swivels his hips to press his cock to my swollen center, a raging heat burns deep within me, making me frantic for this man. I can’t get close enough to him.
His fingers are between us, exploring the apex of my thighs. I arch my back, needing more. Unable to stop the plea from escaping my lips, I whimper, “I need you inside me now.”
Proving that he is eager to please me, the tip of Jett’s cock plunges into me. When it slides out, I cry out in desperation for more of him… yearning for all that he can give me.
His hips surge forward giving me another inch of him, which my body greedily accepts. His fingers find their way around to my back and trace along my exposed spine, making me hiss in a breath at the delightful sensations racing through my system.
It’s too much. I can’t handle any more pleasure, yet some hidden need buried deep within me urges me to push forward and dive over the cliff.
“More.” The demand comes out in a strained whisper, but I know he hears me because he rears back and thrusts his hips forward, gliding all the way inside me. The magical friction makes me spasm and tighten around him.
My world becomes hazy as the tingling, full feeling bolts through my body. I grab his tight ass in both palms, holding him to me as we savor the sensation of being connected as one.
When he reaches down between us to rub my clit, I begin pumping my hips, lost in the ecstasy he’s igniting. As my newly awakened body begins clenching around him, he says, “I want to see you come undone around me.”
I freeze for a moment, worrying that I’m letting him in too far. I ache to trust him, but am frightened of having my heart shattered. We remain still for a long moment, other than the overflowing lust that makes us both shiver with need.
I’m sure he longs to finish as much as I do, but he waits patiently for my answer.
Fear makes me shake my head, even though I know he can’t see me with his eyes closed. Just as I’m getting ready to tell him ‘no,’ he croaks the single word, “Please.”
It’s such a heartfelt, desperate plea that I don’t have the strength to deny him. My voice is strained with barely contained desire when I answer, “Okay, but don’t look anywhere except my eyes.”
His eyes open and lock onto mine as we resume moving together with magnetic tenderness that sends my body into a frenzy. I succumb to the storm building inside me and sail over the edge as sparks of electrifying sensations travel through my limbs.
