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Then it occurred to Colm the loss of vision was yet another reason this all felt surreal, almost magical. He relied on his sense of sight as much as his ability to issue commands. Tonight was a challenge, and damn if he didn’t love every second of it.
Sliding lower, he ran his tongue through the valley of her breasts, teased her belly button, then settled in right where he wanted to be, though her panties were still in the way.
She lifted her hips, clearly expecting him to help her take them off.
Nope. Not yet.
Her hips lowered when it became clear he wasn’t going to strip them off her.
Colm ran his fingers over her silk-covered pussy, knowing his touch would be muted by her panties.
She shifted, trying to capture more. He wondered if he could make her break her vow of silence. If he could drive her so insane, she’d beg him to take her, scream out his name.
He liked the challenge of that, as well.
He rubbed his nose against her panties, breathing in the scent of her arousal. Her panties were damp, and she was so fucking hot.
God.
Once again, he had to find a way to steady himself, to regain control of his baser instincts, the ones telling him to rip off her damn panties and take her already.
Rising up until he was kneeling between her outstretched thighs, he pushed a finger beneath the elastic, seeking and finding her clit. He stroked it once, twice, three times, just light touches. Her hips undulated, her feet digging into the mattress to either side of him as she tried to lift herself toward his finger, needing more.
He touched her again, still keeping it light, gently caressing her until he heard her huff of impatience.
Colm breathed out a quiet laugh, then gave in, rubbing her more firmly, increasing the pace of his strokes as her hips rose and fell, adding her own pressure to the dance.
“Ah ah ah!” she breathed out, in rhythm with his fingers as he rubbed her clit, drawing out her arousal. His fingers dipped lower, gathering some of her wetness before he moved back to her clit, stroking her even faster now.
He wanted her to come this way the first time. Wanted to hear the sounds she made when she was close, when she went over. Without the benefit of his eyes or their words, he was forced to use his other senses, to become attuned to her sounds, the way her body moved, even the sweet scent of her arousal.
He wet his fingers again in her pussy, then returned to her clit. It only took a dozen more strokes before her body went stiff, her breathing stopped completely, and he felt her go over.
The orgasm escaped from her in one long, loud sigh, and she sank into his bed as if every bone in her body had melted.
He grinned, loving the way she softened, the tension that had been present in her just a few seconds earlier as she strove for the peak suddenly gone. Just like that. Vanished. In one stellar climax.
It was just the beginning.
Gripping the elastic of her panties, he slid them down her legs, tossing them over his shoulder to the bottom of the bed. Her legs parted in obvious invitation, and he felt her ankles against his lower back as she attempted to pull him toward her.
She was impatient, greedy, needy. Colm felt the same way.
Jesus. When was the last time he’d found a lover who was so compatible, so in tune with his own desires?
Too fucking long ago.
Maybe never.
Colm struggled to wrap his head around how different Brooke was in bed. He’d actually been considering whether or not he wanted to continue going out with her, but after tonight, there was no question the answer was hell yeah. He sure the fuck did.
He lowered his mouth to her pussy and ran his tongue along her slit as she gasped. She was still sensitive from her orgasm. Something he was more than happy to take advantage of.
Colm nipped at her clit, his hands holding her firmly to the mattress, despite her attempt to lift her hips toward him. He was running the show tonight.
A dominant lover, Colm wanted her submission as much as he wanted her out of her mind with desire.
He pushed his tongue inside her, fucking her with it as she thrashed beneath him. He waited for the begging, but apparently Brooke was made of stronger stuff.
