Man of the Year by Bianca Giovanni Page A

the utmost tenderness and that I'll never, ever, ever try to push her to do something she doesn't like.
    “I’m gonna take care of you, Lo,” I whisper as I reach for the zipper on the side of her dress.
    I slowly slide it down and let it fall at her feet. I take a glance down at her body and then kiss her as I unhook her bra and let that slip off her shoulders. Her panties are on the floor in the living room somewhere, so that makes this process go even faster. Step one: get her naked. Check!
    “I know I say this all the time and you think I’m bullshitting, but you really are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” I smile at her. “You’re fuckin’ perfection, Lo.”
    She gets all demure and she blushes.
    “Let me look at you for a sec, sexy girl,” I say in a husky voice.
    She’s still got her stilettos on and it’s making her legs look extra long. I glance appreciatively over her lean thighs, softly curved hips, narrow waist, full boobs, perky nipples, elegantly slender neck, pouty lips and into her beautiful, golden, honey-brown eyes. You, my love, are fuckin’ breathtaking.
    I run my hands up and down her back as I lean forward and kiss her neck. My touch is soft and light, making sure she knows that I’m going to be gentle with her once I tie her up. This isn’t about kink, it’s about trust, about her trusting me enough to know that I’ll not only take care of her, but that I intend to make her come about a zillion times tonight.
    “Hop up on the bed,” I say, pointing to it. “I’m gonna put the blindfold on and then I want you to lay back and I’ll tie your hands up above your head. Cool?”
    “Ok,” she nods, taking a seat.
    I get the black blindfold—it’s classier than the red and she deserves some class with her kink—and I gently wrap it over her eyes, making sure not to catch her hair in the knot as I loosely fasten it behind her head.
    “Ok so far?” I say.
    “Uh-huh,” she nods cheerfully. It's so rad that she’s comfortable and excited about this.
    “Alright, beautiful girl, I’m gonna tie you up now, but I’m gonna keep it loose so you can slip out if it starts to freak you out.”
    She nods and gives me a smile as she raises her arms above her head and puts her hands together.
    I smooth the red piece of silky fabric around her wrists and make a loose knot, wrapping the long pieces around a couple of times to make it feel more restrictive for dramatic effect. She doesn’t seem to mind and she’s relaxed and ready as she keeps her arms above her head and takes a deep breath.
    I kneel between her legs and look her over. Beautiful body. Beautiful girl. The most beautiful girl.
    I lower myself down and kiss her neck, which she always loves. I want to pay attention to all those sensitive, erogenous zones on her, so I kiss onto her collarbone, then down the middle of her chest, over her bellybutton, then back up to give some attention to those beautiful, perky, pink nipples. She moans when I kiss and suck them and I like hearing her pleasure sounds.
    She exhales when I kiss a path down her body again and start brushing my lips up and down the insides of her thighs, behind her knees, across her hip bones and down, going really lightly when I get between her legs.
    She makes a little whine when I move back. She’s a pretty big fan of my tongue and she’s eager for it, but she’s not going to get it yet. Instead, I trail the tip of my index finger very lightly up and down her slit, just barely grazing her. She moves her hips a little to try to get more contact, but I anticipate it and move back.
    “You gotta be patient,” I chuckle. “This is all part of it.”
    “Your teasing is killing me! I’m so turned on right now that I feel like I could set the room on fire,” she giggles.
    I laugh loudly and rest my other hand on her pelvis to steady the little, pleading thrusts of her hips as my finger continues skimming over her in feather light strokes.
    “Just wait