finished our mains and Ryan sent a non-lethal electrical charge so we could get our dessert, I was on top of the world. Ryan wasn’t finished with me yet, though.
Sarina
For a blind man, for any man, the pace that Andy worked at was phenomenal. Our plates and cutlery were cleared away and the dessert wheeled in in record time.
Unlike the mains, Ryan had pre-ordered the dessert when he made the reservations. If it was meant to be a surprise, the fruity aroma may have given the game away.
I inhaled deeply. “Mmmm, is that strawberries?”
“Yep. Don’t touch.”
In the darkness I heard Ryan stand up and bring his chair next to mine, and sit down again. Like in the club, his leg was now touching mine, and without the food separating us, I could smell his cologne mixing with the strawberries to form some kind of panty-melting cloud of aroma.
That is one sexy smell…
“Where are you?” Ryan asked as if he didn’t know.
His hand touched my leg, my arm, then cradled my face and I leaned into his caress. Why did this feel so good? Had I been so unwanted my whole life that I craved Ryan’s attention this much?
The way my common sense ran for the hills every time I was with Ryan made me think that the answer was a resounding yes. That touch was pure desire. In this moment, at least, he wanted me with every fiber of his being.
His other hand joined in the caress, and he gathered my hair off my shoulders, wrapping it in a firm grip while I basked in his focus and his touch. Once it was wrapped tight enough to pull against my scalp, he gave the tiniest of shakes to test his control of my head, and found it to his liking when I gasped. I could almost see the smile on his face.
“Open. Your. Mouth,” he whispered.
I licked my lips, gulped and did as he commanded, just in time to feel a strawberry touch against my cheek. With the firm grip he had on my hair, I couldn’t freely turn my head to get it, but he quickly corrected course and the sweet fruit was popped into my mouth.
Strawberry flavor burst on my tongue and momentarily overwhelmed the scent of Ryan’s cologne. His fingers traced along my jawline as I chewed, so light that they almost tickled, just barely touching my newly-found erogenous zone before he reached for my next mouthful.
“This is going to get messy,” he said.
He was right in every sense of the word. I could feel a sensation between my legs like a faint hum, a feeling I knew was going to eventually result in me sitting here with wet panties if he kept this up.
Messy. And if I kept on caving in, the mess was going to change my life until I didn’t even recognize it anymore.
The way he craved me, yet controlled me, made me feel like some kind of a dirty princess. Now that thought made me shiver in pleasure.
“Open,” he said.
I did, and felt another strawberry hit me in the lips. Something was different about this one though, the fruit was covered in some kind of chocolate sauce that dripped from my mouth and down my chin.
“Mmmm, napkin!” I said around the strawberry, as it slipped across my tongue.
“Where?”
“My chin.”
Ryan leaned forward and, instead of a napkin, I felt his hot breath on my skin before his tongue found the errant rivulet of chocolate and he cleaned me. Licking upwards, he finished with a kiss on my mouth, which was clamped shut as if I was jealously guarding the chocolate-dipped strawberry that I hadn’t had the chance to chew yet.
Thankfully for all concerned, he didn’t try to extract it. He leaned back again and I could feel him preparing another treat for me.
“These are so good…” I said of the best strawberries I’d ever had in my life.
“Open.”
I opened wide, but it still wasn’t enough. Something that felt a lot like whipped cream was piled high on the fruit Ryan brought to my mouth and it hit my nose before anything else, then both sides of my mouth, and I felt some drip down on, and between, my breasts before the strawberry was actually past my lips. I squealed and squirmed, but Ryan twisted his handful of hair a little, settling me down again.
“Where?”
“Um… pretty much everywhere. This is starting to look less and less like an accident every time,”
“Oops.”
Ryan leaned forward again, pulling