He’d blindfolded her and, like an idiot, she’d let him. The black silk was snuggly pulled across her eyes and, while she had a sense of light in the room, she couldn’t see a damn thing. She couldn’t figure out if she was being daring or completely foolish.
She felt his leg brush hers as he resumed his seat in front of her. The chair scraped and he moved closer so that his legs bracketed her own, and their bodies were now almost woven together.
“Here’s what we’re going to do,” she heard rustling and the sound of items being set out one by one on the table next to her. “I’m going to feed you bits of various things and you’re going to do your best to tell me what it is.”
“And you think this is going to help my writer’s block how?” she snipped and instantly felt bad, but her nerves were jumping.
“Because you need to get back in touch with your senses and food is very sensual. It will take you out of your head and into your other means of observation. Now, open up.”
“And how you come to this conclusion, exactly?”
“Because it takes about two seconds in your presence to see that you hold yourself with tight control. No unexpected words. No spontaneous action. Tightly controlled people rarely allow themselves to just feel. Writing is about feeling and connecting. The only beings you connected with the entire time we were at the park were Regina and Monster.”
“I connected with you,” she could feel her bottom lip sticking out and quickly pulled it back in. She wasn’t four.
“Only because I pestered you into it. Now, open up.”
She hesitated for a moment, but opened her mouth determined not to give him any more ammunition. She was already uncomfortable with how far she’d let this go. Within moments, she felt something cool press against her lips and she opened wider to accept it. It was a fruit of some kind with a sharp, tangy flavor that burst in her mouth as soon as she bit down. She swallowed and licked her lips before grinning.
“Mandarin orange,” she said triumphantly.
Jason was silent.
“Jason,” she reached for the blindfold.
“No!” he grabbed her wrist, “Sorry, my, uh, my mind wandered for a minute there.” He shifted in his seat; she felt the flex of powerful thigh muscles along her own. Her body clenched with acute awareness.
Now that she couldn’t see him, she was much more aware of other things. Like the scent of his soap, the rough scratch of the calluses on his palms where he held her. The scratchy timber of his voice that made him sound like he’d just woken up. Each bit of sensory information was tantalizing and made her want to reach out and touch him just to add to her library.
She opened her mouth and he gently spooned in something airy and light yet creamy and sweet. She swallowed and felt a bit she’d missed on her lips. She licked her lips, but wasn’t sure.
“What?” his voice was guttural, sounding more like he choked the word out then spoke it.
“I need more. It wasn’t enough.”
He muttered something under his breath that sounded an awful lot like “fuck me,” but she couldn’t be sure, and when she was about to ask, she felt the spoon press back into her mouth. She swallowed the creamy delight again and decided to go with her gut.
“Whipped cream,” she grinned and licked the corner of her mouth again. Was he doing that on purpose so she had to lick it off?
Jason’s thighs had clenched around hers and again she heard him shifting around. He cleared his throat several times before growling out, “Good. Two for two. Let’s see how you do with the next one.” There was a brief pause and then he murmured, “Open up.”
She opened her lips to accept his offering. The flavors of vanilla and cinnamon drenched her taste buds and the creamy texture mixed in with the crunch of the crust told her this was cheesecake. Her favorite.
“Mmmmm,” she moaned as she swallowed. “Cheesecake.”
“Damn, Liv,” his voice sounded strained.
The next thing she tasted was his mouth covering hers. His lips were soft and warm and he tasted of the wine they’d shared. He ran his tongue along the seam of her lips and she parted willingly for him. It had been so long since she’d been kissed that she’d forgotten how consuming it was. He roamed her mouth, seeking out each and every corner, teasing her tongue with his, advancing and retreating, drawing her out. She sucked on his tongue and took pleasure in the moan she drew from him.
He reached out and pulled her onto him so that she was straddling his lap. His warm hands cupped and kneaded her ass and he pressed his erection against her mound. Her body responded with a flood of moisture that soaked her panties until she wondered if he was damp too. She ground herself into him shuddering as the ridge of his erection settled against her slit through their jeans. She rode him with abandon, plundering his mouth and soaking up the zings of pleasure radiating out from her clitoris.
Jason pulled away from her mouth and tore at the knot of her sweater so that it fell open exposing the red lace bra she wore. He pulled the cups down so that her flesh spilled out and wasted no time sucking a hardened nipple into his mouth. She shrieked as ribbons of sensation radiated out from her the turgid flesh and slammed into her clitoris as if the two were attached. She’d never experienced this sensation before. She didn’t normally get into having her nipples sucked. She held his head to her breast and pressed further into his mouth.
“Harder,” Olivia was shocked to hear the word slip out of her mouth, but quickly forgot to care as he complied while simultaneously rolling her other nipple between his forefinger and thumb.
Olivia lost herself in the dual sensations at her breasts and her core. She rode him harder and wilder. Demanding with every breath that he match her intensity and damn if he didn’t meet and exceed her. He sucked and bit, plucked and squeezed all while meeting her thrust for thrust with his rigid erection sandwiched between them. The tension in her body was ratcheting higher and higher with each thrust, each suck until finally she couldn’t contain the pleasure anymore and she broke.
Pleasure swamped her body, drenching each cell in a cascade of sensation. She shrieked his name even as she drowned in the luxury of his warm tongue circling her flesh while piercing pleasure beat at her in rhythm to the hot suck of his mouth. She bucked and writhed against him and heard him grunt before he wrapped both arms around her and squeezed her tight against hard muscles. Between her legs, she felt his erection jerk and spasm and she gloried in the feel of him against her body.
As the waves finally receded, she collapsed against him. His chest rose and fell in ragged syncopation with hers. His hands moved lazily over her ass and she felt him softening against her. As pleasure faded, mortification poured through her.
She went rigid in his lap. He obviously felt the difference because he shifted back and removed the blindfold. His eyes were smoky green and he looked both ravenous and rumpled. She on the other hand felt unbelievably exposed and self-conscious. Her hands shook as she righted her sweater.
She stood without a word, and all but sprinted for the coat closet. Yanking her trench from the hanger, she threw it over her arm and reached for the door.
“Wait,” Jason lunged and blocked her flight, “Where are you going?”
“I gotta go. Just let me go, okay?” She pleaded with tears running down her face. “Please.”
Jason tilted her chin up with a gentle finger. Worried eyes roamed her face for several moments before meeting her own.
“Did I do something wrong?” his voice was calm but very quiet.
She couldn’t answer; she was too scared she’d start sobbing so she just shook her head.
“Would you tell me if I did?”
She frowned at him and nodded, still not trusting her voice.
“Okay,” he stroked away the tears running down her face. “I don’t understand what’s going on right now, but I’m going to let you go. I’m also going to call you tomorrow and expect you to answer the phone. Understood?”
She managed a whispered, “Yes.”
He dropped a gentle kiss on her forehead and moved aside. Olivia bolted into the evening and ran for her car.