When his tongue began lazily stroking the edges of her lips, she tried to pull him to her, tried to fuse their mouths together, needing the torment to end, but he had other ideas. He was obviously in no hurry.
Considering the pace at which they were moving, they'd probably still be making love when the early morning sun rose high in the sky. Oh, well. There could be worse things. Relaxing into the gentle caress he offered, she tightened when he began nibbling her bottom lip, applying gentle pressure as he threw his shirt off, then lay across her body.
"Sex is all about the touch, taste and smell. Trust me," he said.
She found her hands raised above her head and then felt that she couldn't move them. What was this? She struggled against his makeshift bonds as her eyes opened.
"Crew?" she whimpered.
"Tell me to stop if at any moment you're not feeling pleasure," he said and kissed each of her eyelids before slipping his tie across her eyes and making the room go dark.
"I don't think I like this," she whispered as his hand trailed between her br**sts and down the flat of her stomach.
"Do you want me to stop?"
When Haley said nothing, he continued to speak. "I didn't think so. This is your next lesson - on touch. If you want a man to desire you, then you need to know what you like, Haley. You need to tune out the world around you and focus only on your body and your needs," he said before his mouth captured her taut nipple and sucked it deep within.
"Do you like this?" he asked as he paused before moving to her other breast and giving her other peaked nipple equal attention.
"Yes," she sighed as her back arched.
"And, this?" he asked as he moved lower to skim over her stomach with his mouth.
"Yes." Moaning as his hands slid up her thighs, she spread them wide.
"Tell me what you like."
She paused, feeling her face grow warm. How could she do that? She didn't know what she liked - she just knew that everywhere he touched sent fire through her veins.
"If you don't tell me what you like, don't tell me how to touch you, then I won't know. Remember to feel the pleasure, think about where it begins and branches out. Think about what will drive you over the edge."
His seductive words were mesmerizing her, and her muscles went slack as his hands slid up and down her thighs, making flames of heat shoot through every inch of her body.
When Crew's mouth moved back up her torso, she was frustrated and disappointed that he hadn't continued south and given her the pleasure he had the last time. She couldn't tell him that, though, could she?
As his lips brushed across hers, teasing them into opening, she gratefully took his tongue inside her mouth, entwining it with her own. Burning need raged deep with her, and she now knew that he was right - being blind and unable to move her hands electrified her other senses, made them spring to life with new vigor and intensity.
Focusing on every touch of his hands, body and mouth made her tremble in his arms as she eagerly awaited his next move.
"Where do you want me to touch you?" he asked as he moved over, now pressing the warmth of his chest against her side and swirling his tongue around her ear.
"Everywhere," she gasped.
"That's not good enough, Haley. Tell me where you burn, where you want me to relieve the ache," he whispered into her ear, causing tremors to race through her.
After a pause, she threw away her embarrassment. "My br**sts," she gasped, her ni**les hard and aching, elongating as her body arched beautifully toward him, needing his soothing tongue to quench the burning.
He swiftly obliged, his tongue laving one nipple until it glistened, then the next, before latching onto each of them in turn. He circled his tongue over her pink areola, then gently nipped the hardened peak, before repeating on the other side. It relieved the ache there, but made her stomach tremble with need.
He didn't move, forcing her to try to twist in his arms. If she'd had her hands free, she would have pushed his head down, moved him where she now needed his mouth so desperately. Knowing that he wouldn't go elsewhere until she asked him filled her with frustration, and yet power, too. She was in control here with nothing but her words.
"Lower," she gasped as he sucked her nipple harder.
Crew obliged, running his tongue along her stomach, trailing light kisses up and down her torso and sides. He traced every inch of her skin there, stoking her heat to white hot, making need layer on top of need until she felt she would explode.
"Lower," she called breathlessly, and he moved to her thighs, his tongue slipping along the inside of her legs, licking the sensitive skin just outside her core. He sucked on her quivering flesh, but he still wouldn't give her what she truly wanted.