Marital Bliss by Lacey Thorn Page B

one more thing,” he said and moved back onto the bed with her. He leaned in close and traced his lips softly over hers. The next thing she knew he’d slipped the blindfold into place and adjusted the back so that it wouldn’t roll up or down.
    “Is that okay? Does it pull your hair?”
    “It’s fine,” she said. She couldn’t see anything. It was completely dark.
    “Can you see anything?” His voice sounded as if it was coming from the side of the bed. The side where all the stuff he planned to use was.
    She shook her head.
    “Good,” he whispered and she could tell he’d moved. She was breathing faster, not with fear but with anticipation, and it was making it difficult for her to follow the sound of his movement. She had no idea when or where he would touch her. Her nipples were hard points and she could feel her juices coating her pussy.
    A finger trailed through her sprawled thighs and she moaned and tried to follow it with her hips.
    “I’m guessing this really turns you on.”
    She heard him suck his fingers and knew he tasted her on his tongue. The thought made her even wetter.
    “How about this?” he whispered the question just before she felt something else slide between her thighs. It was the silk cloth that had been the other option for a blindfold. He ran it between her legs, tracing a path along her inner and outer thighs, across her abdomen, around her breasts, grazed her nipples and then slipped between her wet folds. Then he traced the same pattern again.
    She moaned and tugged at her bonds. Clint’s laugh was a husky wash over her skin. She could feel his breath on her nipple and tried to lean toward him. She really wanted to feel him sucking on her nipples, wanted the graze of his teeth there. But he wasn’t cooperating.
    She groaned and let her body sink back down on the mattress. That’s when he struck. He gripped her nipple between his teeth and tugged softly before sucking her just the way she liked. She could feel his body next to hers on the bed, the hard rise of his cock along her hip. Then he was gone and she was left moaning for more.
    She felt the tickle of the feather over her stomach. It had her quivering and catching her breath. He ran it along her thighs, across her nipples, and up over her cheek. He trailed it down the inside of her arms and had her squirming at the ticklish feel. Then it was gone.
    She strained her ears, trying to hear what he was doing. Was he getting the vibrator next? She was so wet and ready. His hands cradled one of her feet and massaged over it. She groaned and flexed her toes in his grip. She felt his breath and then he was sucking her big toe into his mouth. Her nipples were tingling, remembering how that felt.
    He moved to the other foot and treated it equally. His mouth moved away and she felt the bed shift between her legs. She could feel him there, the brush of his skin against hers and he ran a hand up the inside of her legs, forging a path for his wicked tongue to follow.
    She was moaning and wiggling, desperate to feel him between her legs. She needed to feel him inside her. Her pussy was so ready to be fucked. But he didn’t touch it, skirting around it and moving up over her stomach to play there. She could feel the heat of his chest pressing her sex and ground her hips up into him as best as her confinement would allow.
    He moved up farther, licking under her breasts and around the sides. His hard abdomen now pressed tight against her pussy.
    “Clint,” she moaned his name. She was vibrating with need.
    “Shhhh,” he whispered softly and licked over first one nipple then the other before pushing her breasts together and blowing across them both. He shifted above her and straddled her chest.
    He pushed her breasts tighter together and his cock fucked up between her cleavage. They both moaned. He stroked his cock there, using his thumbs to rub over her nipples and urge them to impossibly tighter points. She buried her chin down in her