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moved his mouth down her jawline then below to the tender skin of her neck. She moaned softly as he nibbled and sucked his way down to her shoulder. Her hands gripped his shoulders, fingers digging into his skin.
    In the darkness the blindfold brought, he found that his other senses heightened. Every touch, every taste counted. They were his only means to explore her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her.
    The plump swells of her breasts rubbed over his chin, and he reached out with his tongue to lap at her nipple. He sucked it between his teeth, enjoying her sharp intake of breath.
    He alternated licking and nibbling. He wanted to taste every inch.
    Suddenly she pulled away, climbing off his lap. When he would have protested, she once again pressed a finger to his lips.
    “My show, remember?”
    He grinned and nodded.
    “Good, then stand up.”
    He stood like a good boy ever hopeful of receiving his reward.
    “Take your shirt off,” she murmured.
    Impatiently, he yanked at the T-shirt, pulled it over his head and tossed it aside.
    “Oh, nice,” she purred as she pressed both hands to his skin.
    He flinched when she touched her lips to the hollow of his chest. As her tongue melted over him, her hands moved lower, between them, working at the fly of his jeans. He shifted back an inch, just to give her more room to work.
    He was so hard he was going to have a permanent cramp in his cock if she didn’t get his jeans down soon.
    The grating sound of his zipper echoed in the room, and then she slid her hand inside his jeans, working past the band of his underwear until her warm fingers cupped his balls.
    With her other hand she began to work his jeans over his hips, taking his underwear with them. Cool air rushed over his groin, a direct contrast to the aching heat her caresses wrought.
    His jeans fell the rest of the way to the floor and he stepped out of one leg and then the other. Her hands gripped his hips, and he felt her body slide down his as she got on her knees in front of him.
    Not seeing was torture. He imagined how she must look, kneeling in front of him, his cock inches from her mouth. She hadn’t made a single comment about his size, a fact he found enormously relieving. The last thing he wanted was to ruin the mood.
    He reached out, wanting to touch her hair, coax her closer, guide his cock inside her hot, wet mouth. She chuckled and pushed his hand back down.
    “Patience. I’m enjoying the view.”
    Her hand circled his dick, gliding up and down his rigid length. The other hand closed around his sac, her finger rubbing up and down the seam on the backside.
    He rocked forward on his toes as he felt her breath tickle over the head. Again she stayed his motion and continued her exploratory caresses.
    He groaned. “You’re killing me.”
    “Oh, no, I haven’t gotten to the killing part yet.”
    Lord, he couldn’t wait to die then.
    She grasped his dick with one hand, working it in an up-and-down motion. Then she slid her delicious mouth over the head, paused and let his cock sink to the back of her throat. He nearly came all undone.
    Her tongue rasped the sensitive vein on the underside of his cock, and she moved back and forth. When he butted against the back of her throat, she swallowed, the action milking his erection. A thousand volts of electricity arced through his body like a streak of white-hot lightning.
    As she pulled away, a tiny spurt of fluid spilled on her tongue. She swallowed and lapped at the head as if wanting more. He wanted to give her more.
    She braced her hands on his thighs and slowly pushed herself up, allowing his cock to slip from her mouth. He stood there, waiting for her next move.
    She took his hand and pulled him forward. Her hand fell away from his and he heard the chair being shoved aside. Then she returned and walked him backward until the backs of his legs came into contact with the bed.
    “Lie down,” she directed.
    He sat on the bed then