She couldn’t see. Annabelle knew she should’ve been nervous. She didn’t know this man, or what he was planning. Any rational thinking adult would be apprehensive in a situation like this.
Annabelle was done with being rational. Seth probably already thought she was a freak when he walked in on her pleasuring herself. She really had no more dignity to lose. Anna didn’t have the money to throw around like Sienna did, so this was her only shot at experimentation. His reaction to the oral sex had boosted her confidence and she was ready for anything. Carpe Diem. Seize the day. She was here to have fun and enjoy the moment.
Anna couldn’t believe how responsive Seth was to her touch. It made her feel more feminine, more powerful. She loved pleasing him. The fact that he let her blindfold him showed that at least on some level he trusted her. It was time for her to show a little trust, too.
He fastened the scarf around her eyes and then framed her face with her hands. “Don’t be nervous. I’ll take care of everything.” He leaned forward. Annabelle could smell his spicy aftershave, feel his warm breath against her skin. He pressed his lips against hers, stealing away her breath in his gentle kiss. He took his time, making long leisurely strokes with his tongue until she opened to him. When she finally parted her lips, he swept inside, claiming every inch of her mouth as his own.
Annabelle groaned as need flooded her veins. Seth inhaled and inched closer, his fingers trembling against her cheeks. With each passing second, she tumbled deeper and deeper into the fog of desire.
She raised her hands and gripped his wrists in an effort to steady herself against the onslaught of emotions. He slid his tongue over hers, coaxing her into an intimate dance. She inched closer, wanting to feel his long body against hers. Skin-against-skin. Heartbeat-against-heartbeat.
He lowered their joined hands and then slid his fingers up along her arms. Her skin tingled with awareness. She could feel his body heat seep into her skin and fuel her need. The hum of the air conditioning could be heard in the background and she hoped that it was loud enough to muffle any sounds they might make while together. She swept her tongue deeper into his mouth, eager to taste more of the man before her.
Seth trailed his fingers along the sides of her breasts. Her mind fogged and Annabelle grabbed onto his waist to steady herself against the surge of need in her body. She moaned against his mouth and inched closer, pressing her swollen breasts harder against his chest. He reached down, took her hands and slowly drew them around his neck. Then he resumed his exploration of her body, sliding his palms over her spine, her ass, her hips.
Annabelle wiggled under his touch, desperate to feel his skin against hers. She drove her fingers into his thick hair. She couldn’t see it, but it felt luxurious. She wanted to run her cheek against it, wanted to feel it rub against her inner thigh.
Seth eased back and ran his fingers along the edge of her robe. With a quick flick, he opened up the soft cloth and reached inside. Anna whimpered as he cupped both of her breasts in his large hands, and then pinched her nipples in between his fingers.
Annabelle gasped and pulled away from his mouth. Without the use of sight, his touch was so much more powerful, more pleasurable. The pain was intense, but it quickly died away. Pleasure replaced it, sliding around her body like silken ribbons and focusing all of her attention on the man before her.
“You like it?” he asked.