Hunger
“Is that so?” Jason challenged.
Amanda’s lips quirked upwards and it was good to see her smile, even in confusion. “What do you mean? Do I feel everything? Of course I do,” she laughed.
“I want you to feel more. I have something I want to try.”
“Oh?” She pulled back slightly to study his face.
Her brow creased but her eyes danced with life. A slight blush colored her delicate cheeks. His stomach did that strange flip flop that it sometimes still did, even after months with Amanda.
“Yes. Go to the bedroom, undress and lay down.”
That gorgeous blush deepened. “Are you serious?”
“Always.”
A slow smiled turned up the corner of her perfect mouth. “Alright. I’ll trust you on this.”
“Believe me, you’ll enjoy it.”
She nodded just a little and left, walking slowly off in the direction of the bedroom. A minute later, the door clicked shut from down the hall.
Jason waited, body tense, fire shooting through his veins. He imagined Amanda on the other side, stripping her clothes away, naked, soft skin revealed to the moonlight that slanted through the window and bathed her glorious curves in silver. He nearly groaned and clenched his hands at his sides to keep from barging into the bedroom and just taking her.
No, he had something else planned. Something they indeed had never tried before. Something that was sweet and gentle and all about feeling, but not less intimate or sexy. A primal excitement, raw and aching, took hold of Jason. His palms grew damp.
He took a deep breath and let it out. Took another. He finally decided he’d given Amanda enough time. His long strides took him out of the kitchen and down the hall. His hand closed over the doorknob and he turned it slowly, making sure Amanda heard the slow movement, the squeal of old hinges as he opened the door. Her face swiveled towards him as he entered.
Her eyes grew wide even though she knew him and knew him well. A visible tremble coursed through her body.
He managed, by some great amount of willpower, to keep his eyes on her face and not on her glorious body. He was afraid what would happen if he looked at those gentle, womanly curves, full breasts, pert nipples…
“What are you going to do?” She whispered.
“I’m going to blindfold you. You said you feel everything, but we haven’t tried this yet. They say that if one sense is taken away, the others are heightened. I’m going to pleasure you and you are going to enjoy it like you never have before.”
“I don’t know if that’s possible,” Amanda said breathlessly. She smiled warmly, invitingly, her eyes tempting him forward.
“I guess we’ll find out.”
Jason went to his dresser and pulled open the top drawer. He felt Amanda’s gaze on him, hot, needy, as he pulled out a black blindfold and a long black feather.
When he turned, objects in hand, her brows nearly shot to her hairline. “Where did you get those?”
He wasn’t fooled by the tremor in her voice. The smoke in her eyes said she was pleased, if surprised.
“The city. Today, after I got groceries. I wanted to surprise you. To show you I could still be… romantic.”
Her face softened and the look tugged at Jason’s heart. “Of course you can.”
He walked slowly, building the anticipation with every single movement. He finally bent at the waist and slipped the blindfold over her eyes. He didn’t tie it behind her head.
“I leave it up to you to keep it on,” he instructed thickly. “This is all about you.”
One delicate hand flew to the blindfold and caressed the dark silk. “Not at all about you?”
“Because this is for you, it will also be for me.” He accentuated his words with a flick of his wrist, sending the long, arched feather fluttering outwards. It wasn’t a regular feather. It was one of those delicate, fluttery, long, black things that were made just for sweet tantalization.
Amanda shivered as the soft plumage tickled over her breast. Her nipple peaked and goosebumps formed on her skin. Jason’s own body responded instantly, his cock punching at the fly of his jeans uncomfortably. Liquid fire ripped through his veins. He wanted to touch Amanda, to caress her and teach her, to make her believe, beyond a doubt, that she was his.
It took everything he had to hold himself back. He’d pictured this a thousand times on the ride home. He didn’t want to ruin it now by losing his self-control.
On a deep breath, he moved the feather to the hallow of her throat, that sweet little indent where he knew her scent lay. He watched that triangular hollow bob up and down as she swallowed hard. He lifted his hand, moving the feather down from there, just a whisper of the soft, fluttery end. He tracked a line down from her throat, over her collarbones, down to her breast.
Amanda shivered and her stomach clenched, her muscles tightening, clenching and loosening in response. Her thighs shifted, rubbing together and he knew she was trying to ease the pooling ache there.
A savage hunger rose up inside of him. A hunger to taste her, to possess her, to worship her as he always did. He nearly growled in frustration. His cock pounded, the ache in his groin nearly overwhelming. He wanted to strip off all his clothes and bury himself deep inside Amanda. But that was what he always did. That would be for him and him alone.
This is all her. I’ve already promised.
Another flick of the feather sent it spiraling over Amanda’s tight pink nipple. He circled, creating a swoosh and a whisper that repeated itself, over that delicate arched bud. She whimpered prettily and his eyes flew to her face. He watched her lips part and a beautiful flush steal over her face.
He decided to give her nipple a break and moved to the other. He paid equal homage to that one, circling, flicking it with the feather. It was amazing how responsive she was to the delicate whisper of sensation. Her back arched off the quilt, her hips bucking forward in a motion he was sure she couldn’t even control. Her body reacted involuntarily, awakening beautifully to the unfamiliar stimulation.
Jason drew the feather downwards, between her breasts, tickling her torso before he drew it down to her still flat stomach. He swirled the feather over her hip bones, as prominent as they ever were before he moved lower, down to the apex of her thighs.
He skimmed over the beautiful pussy, down to her thighs. She trembled under the feather’s touch, as reverent as his own would have been. She made a sound deep in her throat, a soft, feminine mewling plea.
Jason smiled even though the flames licking at his body turned into a blazing wildfire. Her hips arched upward and forward in silent supplication.
He could have given her what she needed, but it would have been too easy, too soon. Her thighs parted as he drew the feather down one, towards her knee. His eyes were drawn to her and he could see how ready she was. Beads of creamy wetness pooled on her perfect folds.
Jason swallowed hard, trying not to lose control completely. Soon. Soon his mouth would replace that feather. He would taste and tease and tantalize every single inch of her body until he was drunk on the beautiful, rich headiness of her skin.
He moved the feather, tickling the inside of her other creamy, perfect thigh. Her breath hitched while he drove the feather down her leg, exploring, tickling, tantalizing. When she finally exhaled it was a hard, raspy rush of air.
“Please,” she begged on a ragged whisper. “Please, Jason.”
“Please touch you?” He grinned wickedly. Despite the torture he was enduring at the moment, he was vastly enjoying watching Amanda respond so eagerly to the gentle stimulation. She was so ready, so ripe, wetness spreading to her thighs. He scented her womanly musk and it nearly drove him to distraction.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Please touch me.”
“With the feather?”
“No,” she whimpered. “Your mouth. Your hand. Anything.”
“I will touch you,” he finally agreed after a lengthy, loaded pause. “If you keep the blindfold on.”
“Of course,” Amanda agreed readily. “Now, please. Put your mouth on me.”