“What do you think?” she asked when he just stood there and looked.
“Are you sure about this?”
She nodded her head. “I thought maybe we’d take turns.”
He swallowed audibly and nodded.
“I’ll go first,” she said and moved to sit on the bed. She gestured to the stuff just lying in the middle. “I wasn’t sure what you’d like to use or not. Some of it came with the cuffs.”
He finally unglued his feet from the floor and moved toward the bed. He picked up the ball gag and tossed it aside. “Although there are times I’ve wanted to gag you, it’s never been during sex.”
Mischa laughed. “Hey!”
Clint grinned as he picked up the feather and dust. “Now these are definitely required. This too,” he added as he picked the vibrator up.
She scooted up the bed and picked a blindfold up in each hand. “These?”
“You okay with being blindfolded?”
She nodded. “I wouldn’t have bought them if I wasn’t okay with trying.”
“Which totally makes me rethink the whole gag thing,” he said, glancing to where he’d dropped it.
She laughed again and threw a pillow at him. “Very funny, Mr. Comedian.”
He moved over to set the things he wanted to use on the table beside the bed and then slid onto it next to her. “Which one do you want?” he asked as he took the blindfolds from her and looked at them.
“Why don’t we try the one that just slides into place for now?” she offered.
He pulled the other one through his fingers and wiggled his brows at the easy glide of the silk. “I might have another use for this one anyways.”
He pushed her onto her back on the bed and came over her. His kiss was electric, bringing every nerve in her body alive. He took her hands in his and extended them over her head then out to the sides before letting go. She watched his face as he reached for the first cuff and brought it toward her arm.
“Just slip it over my hand and pull it snug at the wrist,” she whispered.
He slid the first cuff into place and wrapped it securely around her wrist, adjusting the Velcro several times before he was satisfied. Then he did the same to her other wrist. His cock was hard and ready and it brushed her several times as he moved around her. She wanted to taste it, to suck it and lick it. She knew he could see it in her eyes.
He shifted so that he was kneeling up by her head and leaned in letting his cock graze her cheek. She was splayed out on top, her hands unable to grip him and bring him to her lips. She moved her head trying to get him in the position she wanted but he evaded her. He toyed and played rubbing over her lips but not letting her take him between them and suck him deep as she wanted.
“If I let you do that, this will end a lot quicker than I want it to.”
“Or it could just take the edge off and give you more time to play,” she shot back.
He smiled and moved off the bed. She watched him walk to the foot of the bed and held her leg out to him when he picked up the cuff. He secured her quickly then moved to the last post where she held out the other leg for him.
“Just one more thing,” he said and moved back onto the bed with her. He leaned in close and traced his lips softly over hers. The next thing she knew he’d slipped the blindfold into place and adjusted the back so that it wouldn’t roll up or down.
“Is that okay? Does it pull your hair?”
“It’s fine,” she said. She couldn’t see anything. It was completely dark.
“Can you see anything?” His voice sounded as if it was coming from the side of the bed. The side where all the stuff he planned to use was.
She shook her head.
“Good,” he whispered and she could tell he’d moved. She was breathing faster, not with fear but with anticipation, and it was making it difficult for her to follow the sound of his movement. She had no idea when or where he would touch her. Her nipples were hard points and she could feel her juices coating her pussy.
A finger trailed through her sprawled thighs and she moaned and tried to follow it with her hips.
“I’m guessing this really turns you on.”
She heard him suck his fingers and knew he tasted her on his tongue. The thought made her even wetter.
“How about this?” he whispered the question just before she felt something else slide between her thighs. It was the silk cloth that had been the other option for a blindfold. He ran it between her legs, tracing a path along her inner and outer thighs, across her abdomen, around her breasts, grazed her nipples and then slipped between her wet folds. Then he traced the same pattern again.
She moaned and tugged at her bonds. Clint’s laugh was a husky wash over her skin. She could feel his breath on her nipple and tried to lean toward him. She really wanted to feel him sucking on her nipples, wanted the graze of his teeth there. But he wasn’t cooperating.