Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 88228 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88228 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Concentrate on what you see, I tell myself.
His hands are large and manly. And they’re touching me. His gorgeous hands are touching my thighs. It’s a beautiful sight, and I begin to understand what he’s asking of me.
He leans down and brushes his lips slightly over my navel. Now I realize why he’s using such a light touch. He wants me to concentrate on what I see.
His lips pucker slightly each time he kisses me. Full and firm and dark pink. Then he positions himself between my legs and he closes his eyes. I take a second to appreciate his male beauty. He inhales, and a slight smile emerges. He likes the smell of me. I already know this, but watching it on his face makes it so much more profound.
Then he opens his eyes, and they’re smoldering.
Just seeing the effect in his eyes awakens new needs in my body. I’m already wet, my nipples are already straining, but the vision of Braden wanting me forces every cell in my body to come to life.
I’m hot. My hips rise, almost of their own accord, as I search for him to fill me. All from seeing the effect I have on his eyes.
He spreads my legs farther apart and lowers his head. His eyes smolder, and a groan vibrates from him into me.
He inhales again, and my body responds, tingling and yearning.
Then—
My phone rings, a muffled tune coming from my purse on the nightstand.
Chapter Twelve
“Ignore it,” he commands.
I obey, and oddly, though I wonder briefly who was calling me at this hour, I’m able to let it go.
That’s so unlike me.
I can’t take my gaze off Braden. The glory of seeing him, concentrating on the beauty of his movements, entrances me.
He lowers his lips and gives my clit a quick nip.
I jerk wildly. I’m not supposed to be feeling, but how can I not? Still, I try to focus on what I see. Braden’s lips circled around my clit. He nips again and then once more. His tongue slides over my clit and downward until I can no longer see its movements.
What I can see? His eyes. His heavy-lidded, beautiful blue eyes, and they never leave mine.
He licks my folds, and still, I concentrate on his gaze. He’s focused—so focused—on me. How have I never noticed that before? How much it pleases him to give me pleasure?
Is he going to let me come tonight? And what if I do? Will that mean I’m disobeying him? Because I can’t come without feeling it. That’s completely impossible.
Still, he looks at me, slides his tongue inside me, and then forces a finger inside my channel.
He stops licking me, leaving my clit alone. I continue to do as he asks.
I look.
I see.
My juices glisten on his chin and lips. The muscles in his forearm tense and contract as he fingers me. His dick is hard between his legs.
Should I tell him what I see?
No, he told me not to talk.
How have I never before understood how powerful the sense of sight is? When I separate it from the other senses, it takes over, and my body responds. I pull at the bindings absently and then quickly remember to ease the tension.
I expect him to speak, but he doesn’t. Braden is normally very vocal during lovemaking, but then I realize what he’s doing. He told me not to hear, just to see. He’s helping me.
I smile, meeting his gaze. Though he doesn’t return the smile, he does withdraw his finger and swiftly moves to thrust his dick inside me. He reaches upward, bracing his hands on the headboard. No kiss. As much as I love a kiss when he fucks me, I won’t be getting one.
I can’t see anything when he kisses me.
He positioned us perfectly so I can look directly into his eyes as he fucks me, but I can also lift my neck and watch him going in and out of me.
And my God, it’s a beautiful sight.
His massive dick disappears fully inside my body, and though I feel so complete, I set that feeling aside and simply concentrate on the sight of him embedded inside me.
It’s intoxicating. Truly intoxicating.
He pulls out then, and I marvel at the length and thickness of him, that I can take him inside my body so comfortably, indeed so erotically.
He’s going slowly, which isn’t the norm for him. He’s doing it so I can watch. So I can see the beauty of our bodies coming together.
He doesn’t tell me to watch.
He no longer has to, because I cannot look away.
He pushes back into me slowly, holds our bodies together for a few seconds as I gaze into his eyes, and then he pulls out, again so slowly. I imprint the visual in my mind, the head of his cock teasing my lips, but then—