My heart pounds so hard I’m afraid it’ll explode. I have no idea what Ryan has in mind, what I’ve gotten myself into.

A slow, sexy smile spreads across Ryan’s face and he presses a quick, almost chaste, kiss to my lips. “Wonderful.”

He shifts his torso off mine and leans partway off the bed.

I frown. “What are you doing?”

“Looking for something.”

The only thing I can think of is a condom. The idea ties my stomach up in knots.

“Got it,” Ryan says. He squirms back onto the mattress. Instead of the condom I’m expecting, he’s holding the dark green tie he took off himself just a few minutes ago.

My heart hammers even faster.

“What’s that for?” The blood rushing through my ears makes it hard to hear my own voice.

“Blindfold,” Ryan says calmly. He puts words to actions, and lays the silk strip over my eyes, sliding one end between the back of my skull and the pillow.

I shift nervously. “I’m not sure about this.”

“If you get scared or decide that this isn’t your thing, tell me and I’ll take it off.” Ryan ties the two ends together, sealing me in darkness. “And I’ll take it off.”

I touch the silk. It’s tight enough that it won’t slip off easily, but not uncomfortable. “Why?”

“If you can’t see my cock, its size won’t bother you.”

Sound reasoning, but … “Wouldn’t it be easier to just shut off the lights?”

“Mmm.” Ryan startles me by drawing a nipple into his mouth. He swipes his tongue back and forth over the flesh, teasing it into a hard point.

“Easier, sure,” he says without releasing my nipple, “but then I won’t be able to watch you come, and that’s a view I have no intention of depriving myself of.”

Before I can think of a response, Ryan starts kissing his way down my body. Not being able to see, to predict his next move, makes my body more sensitive than it was before, and I start to relax, to give myself over to the delicious sensations each brush of his lips triggers within me.

I jump as he slips a hand between my thighs, not ready for that intimate of a touch, but then relax again, allowing him to part my legs.

“Such a beautiful sight,” he murmurs.

His fingers trace the seam created by my lower, feminine lips, teasing them apart. Before I can adjust to the strangeness of that touch, Ryan shifts, replacing his fingers with his mouth.

My legs jerk as he finds my clit and circles it with his tongue, flicking back and forth, teasing it in the same way he teased my nipples. White hot, liquid heat floods the place his mouth resides.

“God,” he gasps, “you taste even better than you look.”

Behind the blindfold, I squeeze my eyes closed and savor the delicious sensations Ryan’s triggering. My hips rock back and forth, encouraging him to keep using his tongue on me as I feel an orgasm slowly starting to build.

Something probes against my entrance, Ryan’s nail lightly scraping against the delicate flesh as he sinks first one, then the other finger, into the hole, filling and expanding me.

My hips buck and my back arches. I feel Ryan’s lips bending into a smile as he catches my clit between his teeth and rolls it back and forth, while his fingers slowly and methodically continue fucking me.

“Oh God!” The cry is ripped from me. “That feels … I can’t …” My breath comes in ragged gasps as I struggle to put what I’m feeling into words.

“It’s okay, baby.” Ryan’s voice is garbled and tight with what I can only imagine is his desire. “Just ride it out…”

Ryan’s free hand finds my right nipple. He catches it between two fingers, mimicking the actions of his teeth as he continues working my clit.

My orgasm isn’t the intense, earth shattering experience one reads about in romance novels, but rather a gentle rolling experience that leaves me feeling strangely peaceful. When it ends, I sink back into the mattress, and focus on drawing one breath after another.

Ryan doesn’t remove his finger, but he releases my clit and rests his chin on my pelvis. “Enjoyed that, didn’t you?” His voice is warm, like he’s smiling smugly.

“Mmm,” I confirm. Just like the self-induced organisms I’ve created, this one leaves me feeling loose and relaxed. “Very nice. Thank you.” My limbs grow heavy, my body preparing for its post orgasm nap.

Ryan pats my ass cheek with one hand as the fingers of the other jerk, the nails brushing against my g-spot. Startled, my legs scissor as my body nearly comes off the bed.

“And just think…” Ryan kisses my lower belly. “We’re just getting started.”