“One more round of this, and if you guess right again, I’m leveling up.” She stays planted on my lap, but I feel her reach for something and it has her tits pressing into my chin.
I am but a man. A man with the hottest woman in the universe perched on my lap, feeding me sweet treats off her skin. So obviously I cannot be expected tonotbury my face between the sweet valley of her tits. I nuzzle her, breathe her in, andbefore she has the chance to pull away, I lightly nip and lick at her skin, completely coming undone for her and so desperately wishing she hadn’t tied my hands or covered my eyes.
“Out of it, pest.” She pushes at my chest as she chuckles.
“How about we table this game for later, you untie me and let me have my way with you,” I hedge, but I know it’s a long shot.
“Worried you won’t win?”
“No, just eager to claim my prize,” I retort, hearing her responding laugh, really wishing I could see it on her pretty face.
“Surely you can come up with a better prize than just getting laid.” Is she nuts?
“Your pussy is all the prize I need.”
“Oh, you’re so fun to play with,” she replies, but I think it was more for her. She seems to be done fiddling with whatever she was getting ready. I feel her lean back, there is a snap of something, and then a quiet thud, and my heart rate picks up. Because that sounded like the discarding of clothing.
Please be naked. Please be naked, I chant quietly to myself and then snap out of it. She didn’t remove herself from my lap, so it must have been her bra she discarded. That means she is braless…in my lap (yay), or she removed her panties before she sat in my lap and was not just braless, but completely naked. Meaning, right now…she might be butt-ass naked…in my lap.
God,what if she is just as needy as me? What if she is just sitting there, in my lap, naked, dripping, aching.
“Fuck.”I squeeze my eyes under the mask and my head falls back, willing my overactive imagination to shut the fuck up so I don’t explode in my pants. “This blindfold is fucking with me, Rosebud.”
“That’s the point, hotshot. You ready?”
“Good lord, I’ve never been more ready. Apologies in advance if I spend inside my boxers. I blame you.”
“I’ll wear that fault proudly.”
I start sweating with anticipation. I want to see her smile, I want to see her eyes glimmer with that cheek in her tone. Good God, she has utterly ruined me.
She grips my face like before and I know she’s going to tell me to lick. She sits up taller, angling my face down, and I think I might cry; this woman is pure heaven.
“Taste me,” she whispers, but I don’t just lick her like before, I lunge forward, my lips wrapping around her nipple that I knew was there waiting for me. I drag my tongue over it, sucking up all the strawberry topping before dragging my teeth over her. I feel her hands fly to my hair, holding me in place. The scrape of her nails through my scalp has me growling low in my throat, frustrated once again that I can’t use my hands to haul her toward me.
“You seem to have a thing for Hershey’s,” I say on a breath, but she doesn’t respond with words, just moans as she pulls at my hair. I go back to her breast to play a little more, flicking my tongue over her tight bud before biting again and pulling back. “Hershey’s strawberry topping. On the most delicious set of tits to grace humankind.” I go back in and briefly hear a chuckle turning into a moan.
“I win, right? What’s my prize? If I get to pick, I choose this blindfold off. Wait. No, the hand ties. Definitely the hand ties. If I get to pick two, I’ll get rid of both. Please.Jesus.” I dive back in, so eager to feel her skin on my skin. She chokes between a laugh and a moan again, and as she starts to shift, I think she is actually going to deliver, but then she starts to tsk at me, withdrawing and pulling away from my reach. A pained groan of protest finds its way up my throat.
“Rosie,” I warn her, feeling a hell of a lot less playful, edging into insatiable.
“Caleb,” she repeats, low, husky,sexy.“You didn’t listen. You win, I up the stakes.” I hear her voice surround me as she moves and then the blindfold is ripped from my face.
“Oh thank God.” My imagination was about to do me in. “Stakes?”
She walks slowly back around to the front, dragging her fingers across my shoulder, sending goddamn goose pimples all over my body.Goose pimples!?I don’t get goose pimples. This is ridiculous.
“The game is simple now,” she throws out nonchalantly as her hands start to slowly dance along the exposed parts of her skin. I watch, enraptured with the seductive way she touches herself. “I’m going to play. You’re going to enjoy, but not too much.” My eyes go to hers then, and I was right. The carameldoesswirl, like a frenzied mix as the mischief and chaos she feeds off in her games engulfs her.
“Not too much?” I query with a raised brow, letting my eyes take in her whole form again before finding my favorite pair of eyes.
She just slowly shakes her head, taking a step or two closer to me. Before I know it, she’s standing between my legs, her hands coming down to rest on my thighs as she leans in, her tits on full display and her lips ever so slightly dragging along mine in a decadent promise. She whispers, “You don’t get to come until I say.”
My eyes almost roll into the back of my head and I groan before my eyes make their way back to her.
“Oh, Rosebud, our game isn’t going to last very long.” I have to bite my lip, not even ashamed at the admission. Any average person in their right mind would understand, given the circumstances.
But Rosie is anything but average. She tilts her head with the grace of a feline, her smile spreading and becoming the fully fledged vixen I know her to be.
