He sat on the hotel bed, feet planted on the ground, blindfold carefully in place.

He knew she was there, but his breathing was still slow and even. Strange how he could look so meditative with his cock bobbing in front of him, so needy, she couldn’t help stating the obvious.

“Oh, you are so hard.” She drifted closer. “What’s got you so hard?” Before he could react, she moved in again, a little faster, to make sure he caught the breeze of her motion. He followed it, a bit distracted, but she was gone again.

“Tell me?” she asked.

It was addicting to watch the way he reacted. That even her voice could make goosebumps break out over his flesh. She was tempted to run her tongue over his shoulder. To feel the change in the texture of his skin.

“Will you tell me?” she repeated. “What have you been thinking about that has you so turned on?”

He huffed out a little laugh. “You.”

“What about me?” she pushed. He...read more