“Legs apart, baby.”
I opened my mouth to tell him I couldn’t because, God, I ached for him and keeping my legs open was painful without him touching me. But I clamped my mouth closed, and he chuckled before turning and giving me a good view of his ass as he collected the containers and took them into the kitchen.
I tried not to look over at her on the couch, legs parted, chest rapidly rising and falling, face flushed under the dim ceiling lights. Putting the containers in the bin, I took my time wiping off the counter that didn’t need wiping and rinsing out the sink.
She wanted kids. A family. A home.
I wanted to give her that, but I didn’t know if I could. I’d never considered any of those things before, but with her… maybe after shit settled with my father there was a chance? Fuck, losing her wasn’t an option.
When the credits rolled on the TV, I walked over and picked up the controller and shut it off. Without looking at her, I strode back into the kitchen.
Silence. That was what I wanted. Just the sound of her breathing. Opening the freezer, I took out an ice cube tray and bent it so the cubes popped free then put them into a bowl.
I heard the slight hitch in her breath at the sound of the ice cracking. I was betting she was an ice virgin. Good.
I knew I wasn’t her first with sex, but this was something much more than fucking. It was incredibly intimate and sensual. It was about trust and losing yourself to the other person. Submitting. Trusting.
I didn’t have a candle, which I’d have preferred, but I had honey, and it would have a similar effect when heated. I reached up into the cupboard and took out the honey. After squeezing some into a glass, I placed it in the microwave.
While I waited for it to heat, I looked over at Savvy who was very quiet on the couch.
My body stilled as I stared. Christ, so fuckin’ perfect.
Her eyes were closed, head tilted to rest on the back of the couch as if she were sleeping, but I knew she wasn’t.
Not with her legs parted and her hands resting on her inner thighs as if she was debating whether to touch herself.
She was listening, and when the microwave dinged, there was a subtle jerk of her body. I padded across the space to my closet and took out one of my ties. Then I picked up the bowl of ice and the glass of honey and went back to her.
“Keep your eyes closed,” I instructed while placing the bowl and glass on the coffee table. “I’m going to blindfold you with my tie.”
The pulse in her throat beat faster. “Okay,” she replied, remembering the rules to give me words. I could read her body, but it was important that I had her verbal consent because her body might want it, but not her mind.
I leaned over her, being careful not to touch her as I placed the silk material over her eyes and gently tied it. Her hands rose and she touched it.
Her apprehension rose from the way her body stiffened, so I ran my hand over the top of her head. “Relax, orchid. I’d never hurt you.”
“I know.”
“But you’re still scared?”
She nodded. “Yes. A little. I’ve never been blindfolded before.”
I liked that she admitted that to me.
“Lie down on the couch, Savvy.”
I was silent while she shuffled around to lie back, putting her legs up. Once she was settled, I stirred the ice cubes with my finger, so she’d hear them clinking.
“I used to watch you dance in the gym before class.”
She gasped, and her hands went to the blindfold to pull it off, but I reached out and took hold of her wrists. Slowly, I lowered them to rest on her thighs, and she opened her mouth to say something. “Shh. Just listen and feel.”
She swallowed. I picked up an ice cube and droplets of water dripped on her skin as I held it over the top of her abdomen.
She sucked in air, her muscles tightening.
“I’d watch you dance by yourself through that tiny window every Monday, Tuesday, and Friday.” I lowered the ice cube to her nipple, circled it, then moved to the other before trailing a cold path down her body to her clit where I rested it there and let it melt from the heat of her body.
Her legs quivered. My cock was rock-hard, and I wouldn’t be able to take as long as I wanted before I needed inside her. But I had to give her something as she was uncertain about us.
I sifted around in the bowl for another ice cube and brought it to her mouth. She parted her lips, and I wet the surface before slipping it into her mouth with my fingers holding it. She sucked on it, and I watched her throat as she swallowed the small amounts of liquid the ice offered.
“When I watched you, it was like I could breathe. The anger inside me evaporated like the ice. It melted away with the heat of your body as you danced.” I withdrew the ice from her mouth and slid it down her skin to her inner thigh. With my other hand, I grabbed a handful of cubes and placed them on her stomach before I picked up the glass of warm honey.
I tested it first to make certain it wasn’t too hot by placing a small amount on my wrist. I dipped my finger in again so it was coated with the thick sugar then traced across her lips.
A moan escaped her throat.
“Lick your lips, Savvy.”
Her tongue slowly slid across the plush surface and it took every ounce of control I had not to fuckin’ kiss her. But I had to share one more thing with her.
“I’d never met you, but I knew what kind of person you were from the moment I saw you with Daniel consoling him.” A small sound escaped her lips. “And when I was near you, it was like… the hatred and anger, all of it was gone.”
I bathed my finger in the honey again then drew around her nipple before I bent and licked the erect nub before drawing it into my mouth.