to bear. “What do you object to?”
It took me a few seconds to remember, I was so distracted by his touch. It felt good, it felt better than good, that wasn’t the point. Shit… what was the point again? “That’s pretty intimate for someone I don’t even know.”
“Do you always know someone thoroughly before you’re intimate with them?”
“Of course, don’t you?”
“No.” His body shoved my thighs wider apart as he knelt closer, his other hand landing on my upper thigh. My fuzzy sandals flopped off as my knees popped up in reaction, and my feet came in contact with his strong, muscular thighs. “In fact, I prefer not to know them at all. It’s so much more interesting to see how they’ll react.”
“I couldn’t say, I can’t see a thing,” I reminded him.
His thumb parted my folds and dipped inside me, trailing my wetness up to do a slow circle around my clit. My hips almost came off the chair, knees pressing tightly to his sides, and he chuckled, grinding the heel of his hand into my mound. “Alright then, your turn.”
“My turn?”
“You touch me.” He backed off and my knees slid together with a slap. I didn’t know whether to cry out in relief or disappointment at the reprieve.
I licked my lips, trying to figure out what he wanted. “You want me to touch you? Where?”
“Where do you think?” I could hear the smirk in his voice.
My hands stretched out, but he wasn’t within my reach. “Ah… but I can’t see anything.”
“You don’t need to be able to see to touch me.” His hands closed over mine, guiding me up out of the chair and gently forcing me down on my knees on the soft rug. He settled onto the chair in front of me with a creak of leather, laying my hands atop his thighs. “Touch me how you think I want to be touched.”
“How I think you want to be touched,” I nodded, taking in a shaky breath. Not that I had a clue what a guy like Aidan Pierce wanted, but I wasn’t a stranger to touching a man. It occurred to me that this was the first time I was being allowed to get an idea of what he looked like. The material under my hands felt like soft denim, not a suit, like I might’ve thought a rich guy would wear. His thighs were well muscled, he definitely put in some time in the gym instead of moping around the house all day.
I slid along the tops of his thighs to the waistband of his pants and his hands circled my wrists, halting them there. Before I could ask what I’d done wrong, he ordered, “Take off the robe.”
Nodding in understanding, I bit back a smile, wishing I could see his reaction when I peeled off the innocent white robe to reveal the red and black lingerie underneath. His sharp intake of breath as the satin pooled around my knees was enough to send a flush of heat through me, and an instant later, his hand clamped over my breast with a possessive squeeze.
“I thought I was supposed to be touching you,” I gasped, even as I leaned into him.
“Then touch me, for fuck’s sake,” he growled, pulling me between his legs.
My arms landed across his chest, and I started there, finding the buttons of his shirt. He was right, it wasn’t hard to manage without being able to see, and as I skimmed over his hard, muscular body, I could almost feel what he looked like. Definitely no sign of a paunch, the taut ridges spoke of hours spent in the gym pushing himself to this level of perfection. The dusting of crisp hair over his chest tickled my palms as I explored his muscled pecs, thumbs brushing over the flat nipples that perked up under my touch.
Afraid this might be the only time he let me examine him freely (especially given that he seemed to have a thing for tying me up), I continued up over the massive bunch of his shoulders to the strong cords of his neck, surprised to meet thick hair coiling there. Aidan’s hair was long and wild, and my fingers tangled in it. What
It took me a few seconds to remember, I was so distracted by his touch. It felt good, it felt better than good, that wasn’t the point. Shit… what was the point again? “That’s pretty intimate for someone I don’t even know.”
“Do you always know someone thoroughly before you’re intimate with them?”
“Of course, don’t you?”
“No.” His body shoved my thighs wider apart as he knelt closer, his other hand landing on my upper thigh. My fuzzy sandals flopped off as my knees popped up in reaction, and my feet came in contact with his strong, muscular thighs. “In fact, I prefer not to know them at all. It’s so much more interesting to see how they’ll react.”
“I couldn’t say, I can’t see a thing,” I reminded him.
His thumb parted my folds and dipped inside me, trailing my wetness up to do a slow circle around my clit. My hips almost came off the chair, knees pressing tightly to his sides, and he chuckled, grinding the heel of his hand into my mound. “Alright then, your turn.”
“My turn?”
“You touch me.” He backed off and my knees slid together with a slap. I didn’t know whether to cry out in relief or disappointment at the reprieve.
I licked my lips, trying to figure out what he wanted. “You want me to touch you? Where?”
“Where do you think?” I could hear the smirk in his voice.
My hands stretched out, but he wasn’t within my reach. “Ah… but I can’t see anything.”
“You don’t need to be able to see to touch me.” His hands closed over mine, guiding me up out of the chair and gently forcing me down on my knees on the soft rug. He settled onto the chair in front of me with a creak of leather, laying my hands atop his thighs. “Touch me how you think I want to be touched.”
“How I think you want to be touched,” I nodded, taking in a shaky breath. Not that I had a clue what a guy like Aidan Pierce wanted, but I wasn’t a stranger to touching a man. It occurred to me that this was the first time I was being allowed to get an idea of what he looked like. The material under my hands felt like soft denim, not a suit, like I might’ve thought a rich guy would wear. His thighs were well muscled, he definitely put in some time in the gym instead of moping around the house all day.
I slid along the tops of his thighs to the waistband of his pants and his hands circled my wrists, halting them there. Before I could ask what I’d done wrong, he ordered, “Take off the robe.”
Nodding in understanding, I bit back a smile, wishing I could see his reaction when I peeled off the innocent white robe to reveal the red and black lingerie underneath. His sharp intake of breath as the satin pooled around my knees was enough to send a flush of heat through me, and an instant later, his hand clamped over my breast with a possessive squeeze.
“I thought I was supposed to be touching you,” I gasped, even as I leaned into him.
“Then touch me, for fuck’s sake,” he growled, pulling me between his legs.
My arms landed across his chest, and I started there, finding the buttons of his shirt. He was right, it wasn’t hard to manage without being able to see, and as I skimmed over his hard, muscular body, I could almost feel what he looked like. Definitely no sign of a paunch, the taut ridges spoke of hours spent in the gym pushing himself to this level of perfection. The dusting of crisp hair over his chest tickled my palms as I explored his muscled pecs, thumbs brushing over the flat nipples that perked up under my touch.
Afraid this might be the only time he let me examine him freely (especially given that he seemed to have a thing for tying me up), I continued up over the massive bunch of his shoulders to the strong cords of his neck, surprised to meet thick hair coiling there. Aidan’s hair was long and wild, and my fingers tangled in it. What
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