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he felt her tense beneath him, he moved away from her sensitive organ, allowing her to come down from the peak of sensation. He varied his speed and position, following her response so that he carried her to the brink without tossing her over the edge. The day was too young to be over so quickly.

“Drew,” she moaned. “I need to come.” The way she writhed beneath him fucking thrilled him.

“Not yet, baby.” He released a stream of warm air across her folds. “Scarf?”

“Scarf?” she repeated.

“Do you have one?” he asked, never stopping the motion of his finger moving in and out of her.

“Er…I think. In the top drawer. Why?”

“You’ll see.” The nightstand was within arm’s reach. Drew didn’t even have to remove her legs from his shoulders. He reached over and opened the drawer to find not only a couple silk scarves, but a vibrator and lubricant.

Oh yeah. Now they were talking.

The vibrator could wait for another day, but the lube gave him a number of sinful things he could do to her. His heart started to pound. His breathing elevated.

White-hot excitement raced through his veins as he gathered the items, making sure to get the wet-wipes that sat on the top of her nightstand. She never took her eyes off him as he placed the items on the bed. When he raised her buttocks, pushing a pillow beneath her for support, the softness in her face was replaced with apprehension. He bent her legs until they threatened to touch her chest as he leaned forward and used the scarf to cover her eyes.

“What are you up to?” Her voice cracked, but she didn’t stop him.

“It’s all about feeling. The loss of sight heightens the sensation. I want you to focus on my hands.” He dragged the long ends of the silky scarf over the tips of her breasts, watching the nubs bead. “My voice…” He lowered his tone so that she had to strain to hear him. “And my cock as I fuck your ass.”

“OhmyGod,” she breathed. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. “I…uh…never…” Zoë sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and began to nibble on it.

Drew exerted pressure on her puckered entrance and she jumped, releasing a tight squeal. Damn. Had he been wrong? When he had entered her with his finger, he got the impression that it turned her on. “Zoë, would you like me to fuck you here?”

“I—” Her hands were fisted by her sides. She inhaled, releasing a heavy breath. “Yes. Oh God, yes.”

A wave of relief washed through him. He smoothed his palms up and down her arms, watching goose bumps scamper across her skin. “I can’t tell you how much that pleases me.” Zoë continued to surprise him. She was ready to try anything. That scared and aroused him.

Sonofabitch. He was shaking almost as much as she was. Thoughts of taking her in the most dominant of positions made his erection rock-hard. His heart felt like it would crash through the wall of his chest.

Drew gathered her hands together and fastened the remaining scarf around her wrists. “Raise your arms over your head.” Without a word, she did as he requested. Zoë could easily break her bonds, but it was the picture she portrayed, blindfolded and bound, and the fact she didn’t attempt to get loose that made his mind spin and his pulse race. For a moment, he feasted on the erotic picture before him. She was so beautiful and vibrant and she was all his.

“Drew?” She licked her lips, the same mouth that had nearly driven him insane earlier.

“Anticipation only makes it sweeter.”

“For whom?” she countered with an edge of sassiness.

A silly grin overtook him. She would make life an adventure. He didn’t need to run off to faraway places. All the life he would ever need lay before him.

Lightly he began to touch her, dragging his fingertips over the silk covering her eyes, down her cheek, across her parted lips. As he stroked a path toward her breasts, she arched, offering herself. She was so responsive.

He took a moment to coat his cock in the cool gel that oozed out of the bottle now in his hand. It was slick and arousing as his hand moved up and down his shaft. He squeezed a small amount on Zoë’s tight entrance.

“Oh!” she cried out. Her mouth made the cutest “O”.

Drew quickly wiped his hands, before he began to make large circles around the base of her breasts with one