Becca Jameson- Blind With Love
He broke the silence. “May I?”
“‘See’ you? With my hands. Remember, I said we were going to level the playing field. It’s only fair. After all, it will ease your mind, right?” He was joking. She realized he was teasing her, but she was too tongue tied to do anything but nod her approval.
Chase must have perceived the subtle movement, because he slowly reached up to cup her face in his hands. He meticulously began to run his fingertips over her eyes, her nose, her lips and chin, then up into her hair. “Close your eyes. Just feel.”
The flame flickering in Kristen all evening began to increase into a full bonfire. She’d never wanted a man as much as she wanted Chase right this minute. Her pussy clenched at his words, wetness seeping out to soak her panties. Perhaps she would have an orgasm right here, standing in the kitchen with him running his hands gently through her hair. How embarrassing would that be?
Chase gradually pulled his fingers through her hair and moved on to her shoulders. He kneaded them lightly through the thin layer of her blouse, obviously aware she was extremely tense, and drifted along her arms to her hands. He gathered her fingers and pulled them up to his mouth. Kristen seemed to have no muscular control over them as he kissed them, one at a time. The world came to a halt. Kristen thought she would collapse or faint. And then…God…he sucked the middle finger of her left hand into his mouth and drew it out with a slow “pop”.
Her cream must be running down her legs by now. Why had she thought it was a good idea to wear a skirt tonight? A short skirt.
As if sensing what she was thinking, Chase placed her hands on his shoulders and advanced to wrap his hands around her waist. And then to the small of her back to pull her near. Heat radiated from him. She gripped his shoulders, her fingers digging into his muscular frame. His rock hard erection was now firmly stabbing her stomach and she wanted to touch him. The urge to slide her hands down and grasp him was overwhelming. She tried to retrain herself, warmth making her cheeks burn with need.
When his hands slid across her ass to cup her cheeks, every muscle in her body melted.
“Hmmm. I don’t think Ryan did a very accurate job describing you.” Chase spoke so softly and seductively Kristen could barely hear him. “He didn’t mention how sexy your ass was.” His hands moved even lower and fiddled with the hem of her short skirt before lightly dancing over the backs of her legs, high enough he could have easily touched her sopping panties if he’d wanted. Her sex contracted. She wanted him to touch her so badly that she leaned into him even harder. Her legs were growing weak. “And I believe he left out the part about the miniskirt.” His hands trailed up her back until his thumbs grazed the sides of her breasts. Holding one thumb purposefully against her swelling right globe, he pulled back slightly to drag his other hand along the neckline of her blouse, learning the contours. Fingers lightly brushed the top of her breasts in the low V. Breasts that were feeling fuller by the second, aching to be touched. They poked out, straining to be released from her lace bra, the nipples engorging against the abrasive material. “And I’m sure he didn’t say a word about how tight and provocative your blouse was.”
“I’ll die if you don’t stop teasing and kiss me.”